American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1879-04-19

ried life. She had written to her mother
cold and studied letters during the first
monshs of her married life; it was not
until she had conquered her disappoint-
ment and her loneliness that she could
write to her as she used to talk to her,
with the outpouring of her heart.
One evening at q crowded reception
at her hotel n tall fair man, with the
slightly stopped shoulders of the student,
made his way through the thtong, and,
hesitating slightly, bowed presently over
her hand.
81 was by no means sure it was you,
Madame De Bonne Fortune" DIR. Doug
lass said. And in truth she was suf-
ficiently altered to have made recogni-
ton difficult. She had lost her fresh
color; the mild rose bloom had given
place to the pallor of the lily. There
was an outlooking patience now in her
eyes, instoad of their old eager hope,
and there were shadows under them
that told of sleepless nights and restless
days. But if the luster of her youthful
beauty was dimmed. perhaps tho SPLEEN
dor of the setting sufficed to make
amend'. Her palace was very SPLEEN
did; her toilette was triumph in its
way; her fair head was diademed with
diamonds. She looked the queen that
she was in the world Of fashion.
1 seem to be in dream" DIR. Doug
lass went on "or rather 1t seems to me
that It MUST have been in dream that
we once took country rambles together
down shady lanes, and gathered wild
flowers, and rowed in a boat, and did
various other rustic things. Part of the
dream was that you wore white straw
hat trimmed with scarlet peoples. Your
dress Is trimmed with scarlet peoples
tonight, see.''
"Poppies are said to be the flowers of
dreams. AS far as that goes, this scene
tonight is the dream for me. am not
accustomed to my grandeur yet; it is
still unreal. Oh, DR.. Douglass''-drop-
ping her voice-ahow is my mother?
When did you see herf''
Poor little queen! there were tears in
her eyes. Looking into her earnest
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did indeed appear as though her fine
clothes and her jewels were a mask land
as though she were holding court in a
veritable place of shades. Or. Douglass
had thought hard things of her; he had
called her rnercenary wording. He
took it all back now; he forgave her; he
pitied her.
After that Hilda never rested until
she had seen her mother face to face.
Her conversation with Mr.. Douglass
brought up the past SO wildly that she
could not be satisfied without. So in
the spring she CROSSED the Atlantic, with
her little retinue of man and maid,
years after her marriage.
She knocked at the door of the shah
by little house she used to call home,
late one evening. It was May. In the
twilight gloom she could distinguish
familiar flowers in the small garden
heart's-ease and dafodils. She plucked
daffodil, her favorite flower, as she
waited for them to open the door. Its
fragrance carried her straight back to
her happy, hopeful girlhood. 1t brought
up such look to her face that when
her mother caught her to her arms pres.
emily, it seemed to her that her Hids
had never been away at all.
Since then the years have rolled slow
ly on. But every spring has brought
Hilda across the highway of the ocean
She and her mother have been one in
heart ever since. They have lived
chiefly in the time of their reunion and
in the looking forward to it and the re.
membering it. Always when the daffo.
dis bloom Mrs. Wiese gathers great
the vases in Hilda's room, and makes
ready for her darling. And the pale
little Duchess rejoices in the beauty Of
spring flowers, and goes back to Paris
with all the more heart to the wearing
of her dark-hearted peoples in winter
Sedan comes and goes, ''bowling
down" the Second Empire, and sweep
ing away the fortunes of many of it,
mobiles; but NJ. De Bonnie Fortune
weathers the crisis, and Madame De
Rome Fortune still holds her shifting
court.
The child of nature, gifted as are the
favored children of our great mother
the ill favored lord; the coal-black
steeds; the daffodils, such as grew or
Emma; the peoples that brought forget
fulness; the yearly visit to purer air
the Hades throne-all these features in
an old world story have come into my
mind as have written of a Persephone
of to-day.-Harper's Bazaar.
EnlifOHnin and Grabbing.