The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1880-11-26
PASSION in TATTERS.

'.She has got face like one Of hea
own rosebuds," said Mr.. Fitzalan.
'Tve heard of her more than once, y
returned Frank Calverly. 1.-The pretty
flower GIRL the people call her, don't
they? Old Frixham has doubled his
custom since she came there.
'sAnd the best Of it all" added Fitza-
Ian, with laugh, els that she Is quite
unconscious of her own Attractions
little country lassie, who thinks only o!
her own business, and never dreams that
she herself is the sweetest fewer Of all
the assortment"
Lets go in and buy Marechal Mel
bud and two or three sweet verbena
leaves" said Calverly. 81 should like
to see this modern Flora of yours.
Dorothy Penfeld stood behind the
counter Of the florists store, sorting over
q pile of fragrant blossoms which lay on
a tray of damp, green moss. Trails of
gmilax 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 hyacin&hs and
cape- jessamine flung their subtle scents
upon 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 broad, low brow, was a
fitting accessory to the scene.
She looked up as the two gentlemen
entered, and soft, crimson shadow over
spread her face for second.
Have you got one OF my favorite
button-hole bouquets made up, Miss
Penfcld?" Fitzalan asked, with acareless
bow and smile.
ct 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 minute, Mr.. Fitzalan."
"One for me, too, if you please" said
Calverly, 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 Penfeld."
ct like the double blue violets," said
Dolly, gently, "with geranium leaves"
"Tnen they shall be my favorite flow
ers also, said Calverly, 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 ready?" said he, looking critically
around. and moving glass of freshly
cut callas ont 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 all sorted out"
1--WE have too many carnations on
hand" said the florist fretfully; ''and
those gaudy cape bells are 80 much dead
loss. Let the man from the greenhouses
know, please, there's demand for half
open rosebuds and forced Hlies-of-tiie
ralley.c
"Yesss said Dolly, dreandly, CT will
tell him-when he comes"
The closed country wagon with it's
freight of fragrant leaves and delicfously
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.
6x,k nh D~~G~II -, Al. $50 e~<>.b an,
ing up the stock of the day before with
wet moss and cool water, and clipping
The stems Of therosebuds.
No more carnations, john" she said
briskly, "nor amaryllis flowers, and we
want plenty of camellias and geraniums,
and those bright flowers"
ct 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 mel' carelessfy interrupted
Dolly; "why don't they put 1t in the
grccrHouse?" .t..rgt
Because, Dolly" said the young
man, reddening, sit reminds MS Of you.
And the meadow-lark IN the cage sings
beautifully; and old red hrindle has a
spotted calf I"
Has sheg" questioned dolly indiffer-
emily. vs.
John Deadwood looked hard at hr.
dolly said he, you don't care
about the old home any longerl'
Yes, do" said Dolly, rousing her
eelf. "but-"
Che paused suddenly. the rosy color
rushed In carmine tide to her cheek, an