Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-06-11
APPLE BLOSSOMS.

APPLE BLOSSOMS.
ONE Monday morning in May whei
Mr.. Castor, of the law firm of Castor {
Brush, entered his office he found on hi
desk a bunch of fragrant white flower
with that delicate flush at the heart tina
makes apple blossoms so irresistible.
"Apple blossoms, SIR" his clerk ex
planned. 81 spent Sunday in the coun
try, and brought them down thinking
you might like to see sonnet
Mr.. Castor's preoccupied face Lighted
up with pleasure. "Thank you, Mr.
Clark" he said. "Get some water
will you, JohnP We must keep them a,
fresh as we can. shall want to take
some home to my wife tonight. There
that looks quite countrywide, doesn't it,
ClarkP' arranging the blossoms to ad.
vantage against the law-books and fall.
ing back little to look at the effect.
Clark smiled, and Mr.. Castor went to
work at his law cases. But something
was the matter with him. His Thoughts
would go wandering off to the green
meadow by the side of the river where
Clark told him he had broken the frag-
rant branch.
:" l wonder, " he soliloquized, "wheth-
er it is any thing like that meadow
where-pshaw what am 1 thinking of!
In a case of eiectment-wonder if |
could sing annie Laurie; > used to know
that tune." And he hummed softly to
himself
"'Gavo me her promise true'"-
just as the door was thrown violently
open and John Edison, the most quarrel
some man in New York, as his friends
and enemies both agreed, burst in.
What's the matter now, Mr.. Ed
sonP' asked Mr.. Castor, rising to offer
his client seat.
"MatterP Matter enough, sir! But
if he thinks I'm going to submit to be
robbed by his knavery he'll find him
self very much mistaken Ny brother,
sir, my own brother-think of that, sir
is trying to cheat me out of my share
OF our paternal property. want you
to take steps Immediately to stop his
proceedings. He threatens to bring in
bill against the estate that will sWal-
low up every cent-but what's thatP
Apple blossoms! Where. did you get
thoseP"
"Mr. Clark brought them down this
morning. Sweet, though rather out of
place in lawyers Office, don't you
thinkP"
"I don't know, said Mr.. Edison,
thoughtfully, taking up the tumbler and
smelling the fragrant things. "Where
did these growPn
cup in little country village in Con-
necticut. Clark is from the country
you know, and 1 should think from his
descriptions its quite a pretty place.
Green meadows and river, you know,
all that sort of thing. But what do
you want me to doP"
"Wait minute, can'tyouP" said Mr..
Edison, impatiently, "You lawyers are
always in such tearing hurry"
Mr.. Castor raised his eyebrows but
made no verbal answer to this rather
inconsistent remark, while Mr.. Edison
leaned back in his chair and looked at
the apple blossoms. In a minute he
started up and brushed his hand across
his eyes.
alt makes me think of old times,n
he said. 81 nearly broke my neck
once climbing an old apple-tree for
blossoms like that to give to Lucy Baird,
the prettiest girl in school, fell from
the top branch, and my brother, never
had but one, sir, picked me up and car
ried me home He was real good to
me all the long time was sick, too. Il
think he'd have died for me then, and
just to think that now we should be
quarreling over few hundred dollars
Castor, you needn't do any thing about
this matter-just yet, at least. II
guess III go to see him. And say -
rather shyly "you couldn't spare me
little twig with few of those bios
SONS on it, could youP"
Mr.. Castor willingly broke off
branch and handed it to him, but he
watched Mr.. Edson's departure with
comioal smile on his countenance.
"Those apple blossoms are doing sad
work in this Office" he said laughfngly
to Clark. "I've lost one case tbrougb
them already, and as for keeping NV
own mind on any thing legal it's an ut |
ter impOssibility. It's quite evident TO
my mind that law and flowers were
never meant to go together. think III
take them home to my wife before thev
do any more mischief"
But as he turned to go out of the
office door he saw the office boy eyeing
his bunch wistfully.
"Here, John, wOuid .you like a
sprayP" he asked kindly, and without
waiting for the eager answer he saw on
the boys lips he tossed him one. Then
he ran down the oflice-steps humming
again the tune that had haunted him
thRt morning. He looked so pleasant
es he stood at the street corner waiting
for his car that a ragged little girl who
saw him ventured to ask:
" Please, mister, what is them
posiespn
"Apple blossoms"
"Does they grow on the trees that
has apples onP''
eyes"
"oh, myl wouldn't like to see 'em