The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-12-03
PASSION In TATTERS.

PASSION In TATTERS.
'fShe has got face like one of her
OWL rosebuds, said Mr.. Fitzalan.
'T've heard Of her more than once"
returned Frank Calverly. 1.-the pretty
dover girl, the people call her, don't
they2 Old Frixham has doubled his
custom since she came there"
''And the best of it all, f" added Fitza-
Ian, with laugh, sis that she is quite
unconscious Of her own attractions-a
little country lassie, who thinks only of
her own business, and never dreams that
she herself is the sweetest flower of all
che assortment"
'Let's go in and buy Marechal Mel
bud aud two or three sweet verbena
leaves" said Calverly. 81 should like
10 see this modern Flora of yours
Dorothy Penfeld stood behind the
counter Of the florists store, sorting over
pile Of fragrant blossoms which lay ON
tray of damp, green moss. Trails of
smilax wove their green garlands up to
the ceiling; heaps of gold and rose
petaled buds lay in the window; tufts of
purple heliotrope perfumed the air, and
white carnations lay like hillocks Of snow
against the panes of the show window,
while spikes Of perfumed hyacinths and
cape jessamine flung their subtle scents
npon the air.
And Dolly herself, with her round,
dimpled face, pink cheeks, and soft,
brown eyes, exactly the shade Of the
rippled hair, which was brushed simply
back from the bread, low brow, was a
fitting accessory to the scene.
She locked up as the two gentlemen
entered, and a soft, crimson shadow over
spread her face for G second.
Have you got one Of my favorite
button-hole bouquets made up, Miss
Pentield?" Fitzalan asked, with acareless
bow aud smile.
81 know" said Dolly, softly. "a
rosebud and sprig of heath, and two or
three myrtle leaves; that is what you
like No; have none made up, just at
present; but / can tie one up in about
half a minute, Mr. Fitzalan."
Zone for me, too, if You please" said
0alverly, touching his hat
Just the same?"
Dolly lifted her long eyelashes, which
were like fringes OF brown silk, and gave
him shy glance.
"a little different, please. Consult
your own taste, Miss Pentield."
81 like the double blue violets," said
Dolly, gently, with geranium leaves"
"Then they shall be my favorite flow
ers also, said Calyerly, gallantly.
The gentlemen had hardly taken their
leave, when old Frixham, the florist,
hustled in, with round, red face, shining
bald head, and an air of business all over
him.
Isn't it time You had the theater bou-
quets ready2" said he, looking critically
around. and moving glass Of freshly
cut callas out OF the level sunset beams
which at that moment fell, like sheen
Of golden laces, athwart the deep bow
window"
81 shall have them ready directly"
said Dolly, starting from her reverie,
"the flowers are I'LL sorted out.
1--WE have too many carnations on
hand" said the florist fretfully; "and
those gaudy cape bells are so much dead
loss. Let the man from the greenhouses
know, please, there's demand for half
open rosebuds and forced Glies-of-the
valley"
Yes" said Dolly, dreamily, ST will
tell him-when he comes"
The closed country wagon with its
freight Of fragrant leaves and dehciously
scented flowers, came early in the morn
Ing, long before the fat florist was out of
bed, and while the silence almost of an
enchanted land lay upon Upper Broad
way.
But Dolly Penfeld was there freshen-
Ing up the stock Of the day before with
wet moss and cool water, an0 clipping
the stems of the rosebuds.
" No more carnations, John, she said
oris&ly, "nor amarvllis flowers. and we
want plenty of .camellias and geraniums,
aud those bright flowers"
IL thought perhaps" said honest
in his stockings, and had the face of an
smiable giant, "you might want to go
back with me to-day, Dolly. Your aunt
has come on from Kansas, and there is
going to be dance ont in the old barn,
with plenty of candles and evergreen
boughs. And mother said she would be
proud to welcome you to the old farm
house, Dolly. Your oleander tree is
Sept carefully ct the south window,
and"
Dear mel" carelessly interrupted
Dolly; "why don't they put it in the
greenhouse"
because, Dolly" said the young
man, reddening, "it reminds us Of you.
And the meadow-lark in the cage sings
beautifully; and old red brindle has
spotted calf.
Has she?" questioned dolly indifer-
entity.
John Deadwood looked hard at her.
Dolly" said he, you don't care
about the old home any longerl"
eyes, l do" said Dolly, rousing her
self, "but-"
She paused suddenly, the rosy color
rushed in q carmine tide to her cheek. an
involuntary smile dimpling the corners
of her fresh lips as she glanced through
the smilax trails in the window.
John Deadwood, following in the di-
reetion of her eyes, glanced, too, just
in time to see tall gentleman lift his
hat and bow as he went lauutily past.
''Ip that ii, " said John bitterly.
els what?" petulantly retorted Dolly.
ssI'm sure I don't know why we are
standing here waiting for and l with
twenty-e eight bouquets to make up by
Q o'clock. That's all, John, think
Don't forget the lilies of the valley"
''Rut you haven't answered me, Dol
w."
ssAnswered Won what9"
"About the dance in the old barn, and
coming back with me when the wagon
returns at o'clock"
1T is quite out of the question, " said
Dolly, listlessly.
''Dollyi"
''Well."
You promised me years ago"
Nonsense" said Dolly, finging the
azaleas and pinks around in fragrant
confusion. 81 was only child then. !"
But you've no right to go back on
your word, Dolly, child or no child"
II never promised, John"
.,But You let me believe that one day
you would be my wife. And I've lived
on the thought Of it, Dolly, ever since.