The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1880-12-01
PASSION in TATTERS.

"Sho has got face like one of her
own rosebuds, said Mr.. Fitzalan.
GIVE heard of her more than once, "
returned Frank Calverly, THE pretty
flower girl the people call her, don't
they? Old Frixham has doubled his
custom since she came there. "
"And the best of it all, 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
the assortment.
Lets go in and buy NIarechal Mel
bud and two or three sweet verbena
leaves" said Calvcrly. 81 should like
to see this modern Flora of yours. "
Dorothy Pentield 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 iessamine flung their subtle scents
upon the air.
And Dolly herself, with her round,
dimpled face, pink checks, and soft
brown eyes, exactly the shade of the
rippled lair, which was brushed simply
back from the broad, low brow, was a
fitting accessory to the scene.
She looked up as the two gentlemen
entered, and a soft, crimson shadow over
spread her face for c second.
"Have you got one of my favorite
button-hole bouquets made up, Miss
Penfiold?" Fitzalan asked, with acareless
bow and 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 Ill about
half a minute, Mr.. Fitzaln."
Zone for me, too, if you please, said
Calverly, touching his hat.
"Just the sameY
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. y
81 like the double blue yiolets, said
Dolly, gently, "with geranium leaves.
"Then they shall be my favorite flow
ers also" said Calverly, CALAMITY.
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 boil
Duets ready?' said he, looking critically
around, and moving n 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 e.
81 shall have them ready directly, "
said Dolly, starting from her revere,
"the flowers are all sorted out.
ave have too many carnations on
hand" said the florist fretlully; land
those gaudy cape bells are so much dead
oss. Let the man from the greenhouses
know, please, there's q demand for half
open rosebuds and forced lilies-of-th'
valley" :,
eyes" said Dolly, drcamily, 81 vii
tell him-when he comes"
The closed country wagon with 1T
freight of fragrant leaves and deliclousll
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 Penfcld was there ffeshen'
ing up the stock of the day before with
wet moss and cool water, and clipping
the stems of the rosebuds ..
"No more carnations, John" she SAID
briskly, "nor amaryllis flowers, and we
want plenty of camellias and geranlums,
and those bright flowers"
81 thought, perhaps" said honest
John Deadwood, who measured six feet
in his stockings, and had the face OF an
amiable 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 out 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
kept carefully at the south window,
and"
"Dear me" carelessly interrupted
DoII,. ssvvhv don't thew mt IL in the
greenhouse"
Because, Dolly" said the young
man. reddening, sit reminds us of you.
And the meadow-lark in the cage sings
beautifully; and old red brindle has a
spotted calf"
"Has she?" questioned dolly indiffer-
entity.
John Deadwood looked hard at her.
ODDLY" said he, ''you don't care