Daily globe., 1880-08-08
DOLLY, THE FLOWER GIRL
BY HELEN FORFEIT GRNvEs.


TUNED Frank Calvery 1.-The Pretty
Flower Girl 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 Marechal Mel
bud and two or three sweet verbena
leaves" SAID Calvery. II should really
like to see this modern Flora of yours
Dorothy Penfeld stood behind the
counter OF the florists store, sorting over
a 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-pe-
tailed buds lay in the window; drifts of
purple heliotrope perfumed the air, and
white carnations lazy like hillocks of snow
against the panes of the show window,
while spikes Of perfumed hyac inths and
cape-jessamlne 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 rip
pied halr, which was brushed simply
back from the broad, low brow, was
fitting accessory to the scene.
She looked up, as the two gentlemen
entered, and a soft crimson shadow
Overspread her face tor q second.
Have you got one Of my favorite but
ton-hole bouquets made up, Miss Pen
tield2" Fltzalan asked, with Il careless
bow and smile.
IL know said Dolly, softly. "a rose
bud and a sprig of heath and two or
three myrtle leaves-that is what you
like. No; have none tied up at pres
ent; but can tie up a bouquet in halt
minute, Mr.. Fllzalan."
Gone for me, too, if you please" said
Calvery, touching his hat.
Just the same?'
Dolly lifted the long eyeiashes, which
were like frlnges of brown silk, and gave
HIM shy glance.
"a little different, please. Consult
your own taste, Miss Penfield''
1lhG llS uOuUlC Dluc NlOlClS, SdlCi
Dolly gently, with geranium leaves
Then they shall be my favorite flow
ers also,'' said Calv cry gallantly.
The gentlemen had hardly taken tdelr
leave, when old FrlXham, the florist, U.s.
tied in, with round, red face, shining
bald head, and an air of business all ov-
er him.
'Isnt 1t time you had the theatre 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 .sheat of gold
en- lances athwart the deep bow-wlndow
II shall have them ready directly
said Dolly, starting from her reverie
line flowers are all sorted OUT
"We have too many carnations on
hsnd,' said the florist, fretfully, "and
those gaudy Cape bells are SO much dead
loss. Let the man frem the greenhouses
know, please, there's demand for half
open rosebuds and forced lilies of-the-
valley
"Yes,'' said Dolly, dreamily. II will
tell him when he comes"
The closed country wagon, with its
freight of fragrant leaves and deliciously-
scented flowers, came early in the morn,
ing, long before the tat 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, and clipping
the stems of the rOsebIlds
"No more carnations, john" she said
briskly, "nor amaryllis flowers; and We
want plenty OF camelias and scarlet ger
aniums, and those bright flowers"
~ thought, perhaps" said honest
John Deadwood, who measured SIX feet
in his stockings, and had face of an
amiable giant you might want to &C
back with me today, Dolly. Your aunt
has come on from Kansas, and there is
to be dance out IN the old barn, with
plenty Of candles and evergreen boughs
And mother would be proud to welcome
you to the old farmhouse, Dolly. Your
oleander tree is kept carefully at the
south window, and
Dear me!' carelessly interrupted Dol
ly: :"why don't they put it in the green
house,"
because, Dolly" said the young mar
reddening, it reminds us of you. An6
the meadow lark in the cage sings beau.
tifully; and the old red brindle has s
spotted calf!'
"Has she?''questioned Dolly, indiffer
emily.
John Deadwood looked hard at her.
Dolly" said he, "you don't care abor
the old home any longer!"
Yes, l do said Dolly, rousing her
self. "but-"
She paused suddenly, the rosy colol
rushing in a carmine tide to her cheek, al
involuntary smile dimpllng the corner.
of her fresh lips; as she glanced through
the smilax trails in the window.
John Deadwood, following in the direc
ton of her eyes, glanced, too, just il
time to see a tall gentleman lift his ha
and bow as he went jauntily past.
"Is that it2" SAID John, bitterly.
"Is what it?' petulantly retorted Dol