Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-03

ASuSt VI ~ WOuluu WIN was hl1lCll
by one," said the widow, rising from the
chair and hmping out to look at the gar
den.
So Winifred was fain to submit, and
the next morning saw her depart, her
broad-brimmcd hat dropping over her
brown face and hiding the tears in her
dark eyes, and bundle of linen in her
round, brown arms. Boy-blue, the dear
old dog, trotted along at her side, and her
grandmamma stood looking after her
from the door way.
"Too bad," said the old lady, as the
little figure disappeared up the lane.
81 hate awful to disapp'int her, but Brow
er's Hotel to day'd never do. She'd meet
the engineer, sartin."
With the sunset back came Winifred
Gone were the tears, and her face was as
bright as ever. "Buttercups and DAISIES
Oh, the pretty fowers!' she sang, as she
came in the garden gate. Grandmamma
beheld her with secret joy.
"Was you very lonely, Winlfred," she
asked.
"Not very,'' replied Winifred.
And every day after the little brown
girl came dancing and singing home, as
happy as happy could be. until the two
weeks came to an end. That night she
said to the old lady: ''The linen is as
white as snow, grandmamma, and it
smells of clover, and I'm so glad it is to
be mine"
"Aye! my child" replied the widow,
''you've come to your senses and you be-
gin to see what fine present it'll be for
you when you're married."
ooh! granny dear, wasn't thinking
of that" said Winnie, a suspicious blush,
nevertheless, mantling her face.
"Have you seen George Topnot lately?"
asked her grandmamma, a sudden
thought darling through her mind.
ooh! granny, granny, how can you?"
said Winnie, reproachfully; sGeorge
Topnot, indeed'' and then smile called
out the two dimples that hid in her
cheeks. Tomorrow I shall bring the
linen hnme. For I'm little Buttercup-
dear little Buttercup.''
"Eh? What's that about buttercups,
Winifred?" asked grandmamma. III
hope none of it looks like buttercups.
cause it must be yallerer than ever if it
does"
"No,no, gram laughed the girl; cts
as white as the leaves of the daisies. 1
was singing bit of a song picked up
somewhere"
And the next evening, little earlier
than usual, Winnie made her appearance,
and with her a handsome young man
They carried the clothes basket, heaped
up with snowy linen, between them,
while Boy-blue, his neck adorned with a
wreath Of wild flowers, gamboled about
them, apparently on the friendllest terms
with the stranger.
'Bless and save us!" said grandmam-
ma Van Dorm, holding up her trembling
hands in great astonishment, "who IS
this?-
GILBERT Vahlen, civil-extremely civil
engineer, at your service, ma'am," said
the saucy fellow, setting down the basket
and taking off his panama, revealing a
head covered with auburn curls as he
did so.
The old lady sank into chair that
fortunately stood on the porch, and look
ed from one to the other in bewildered
manner. Thought you'd gone home,'
she gasped at last.
"Glad to say you were mistaken, ma am.
My friends left day before yesterday, but
l remained for the pleasure of helping to
bring the linen, all splendidly bleached,
home to you."
Don't be angry, dear grandmamma. y
plead Winnie, kneeling before her, Il land
III tell you all about it. The very first
day went to the meadow-the fourth,
you know-Elbert-t is Mr.. Vahlen-
came near shooting me-"
eyes, indeed, grandmamma," said Mr.
Vahlen. I had been tramping about
looking for my old muse, Kate O'Reilly,
now Mrs. Williams, who I knew lived
somewhere around here, and whom had
not seen since I was the dearest, sweet
est little boy that ever lived, and lost NV
way. Having lost my way I proceeded
to fire off my gun, which I was CARRYING
IN honor of the day, in hopes that some
one would come to my rescue. To my
horror, scream-a woman's scream-in-
stantly succeeded the shot, and fastening
in the direction of the sound found this
darling little girl, still smaller girl
cllnging to her dress, clasping her hands
in a terrible fright and as white as, YES,
whittier, than the all sorts of things that
were spread on the green, green grass.
My ball had whizzed past her and lodged
in tree few feet away. called nv
self any number of opprobious names and
I'd shoot myself then and there if she did
not forgive me-"
"And ]. did forgive him, granny dear
I'D Winnie, earnestly, "because it really
wasn't his fault, you know. He neve,
dreamed there was any one but himself
in that lonely spot, and Boy-blue likec
him right away and Mrs. Williams cam,
over the brook-she heard the gun, too
and oh my, how she did kiss him. Anl
ne knows cousin PAMELA we'll and sh,
never said a word to him about me
though she knew he was coming to Cher
ryland, and you'd be so glad to see him
being friend Of hers. And he was YER,
tired and hungry and I gave him half m,
lunch"
| Homemade bread and butter, pot
cheese and cookies, said Mr.. Vahlen.
"And Mrs. Williams sent Janey Will
a pitcher of milk and some custard ME
And the next day he happened along tina
way again looking for the Gigan- Gigan
teous-"
] "Giganteus Harmonious pebblebus,
said Mr.. Vahlen. ga wonderful ston
which am told is sometimes found il
this part Of the country, and which I an
anxious to possess"
/ "Did you find it. siri'' asked the oil,
lady, recovering from her establishment a
last.
"No. ma.am 7 cant say did uRr+