The Princeton union., 1880-08-12

Sure Of your work and your play,
Be honest, be brave, and be kindly,
Be gentle and loving as well,
And then-yon can laugh at the stories
s ----Wsde AYake.
DOLLY, THE FLOWER GIRL.
By HELEN FoRRTr GRNyEs.
ssShe has got face like one of her own
rosebuds," said Mr.. Fitzalan.
aI'ye heard Of her more than once.n re-
TUNED Frank Calvery. s.The Pretty
Flower Girl,' people call her, don't they9
Old FYixham has doubled his custom
since she came therer'
"Ana the best Of it H." added Ftza-
Ian, with laugh, ''is that she Is quite
unconscious Of her own attractions q
little country lassie, who thinks only of
her own business, aud never dreams that
she herself is the sweetest flower of al
the assortment
ssLet's 90 in and buy Marechal Mel
bud and two or three sweet verbena
leaves, said Calvery. ~ should really
like to see this modern Flora Of yours.'
Dorothy Penfeld stood behind the
counter OF the for1st's store, sorting over
a pile Of fragrant blossoms which lay on
tray Of damp green moss. Trails of
smilax we've their green garlands up to
the ceiling; heaps Of gold and rose-pe-
tailed buds lay in the window; DRIFTS Of
purple heliotrope perfumsd the air, and
white carnations Lay like hillocks Of snew
against the panes of the show window,
while spikes of pertumed hyac inths and
cape-jessamlne flung their subtle scents
Apsn the air.
And Dolly herself, with her round,
dimpled face, pink cheeks and soft,
brown eyes, exactly the shade of the rip
pied HAIR, which was brushed SIMPLY
back from the broad, low brow, was
q fitting accessory to the scene.
She looked up, as the two gentlemen
entered, and soft Ecrimson shadow
overspread her face tor second.
"Haye you got one Of my favorite butt
ton-hole bouquets made up, Miss PEN
felds' Fitzalan asked, with careless
bow and smile.
II know said Dolly, softly. "a rose
bud and 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 bouquet in halt
minute, Mr.. Fltzalan."
"One for me, too, if you please" said
Calvery, touching his hat.
ssJust the sames''
Dolly lifted the long eyelsshes, which
were like fr1nges of brown silk, and gave
hlm a shy glance.
"a little different, please. Consult
your own taste, Miss Penfeld.''
II like the double blue violets,'' said
Dolly gently, "with geranium leaves"
''Then they shall be my favorite flow
ers also,'' said Calv cry gallantly. II.
The gentlemen had hardly taken tder
leave, when old Frlxham, the florist, bus
tied in, with round, red face, shining
bald head, and an air of business AL ov-
er him.
'1Isn't 1t time you had the theatre bou-
qnets 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 a sheat Of gold
en- lances athwart the deep bow-w1ndow.
II shall have them ready directly y
said Dolly, starting from her reverie.
"The flowers are all sorted out"
'sWe have too many carnations on
hand" said the florist, fretfully, sand
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 lilies-ef- the
valley"
eyes" said Dolly, dreamily ~ 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 rosebuds.
briskly, "nor amaryllis flowers; and we
want plenty OF camelias and scarlet ger
aniums, and these bright flowers
IL thought, Perhaps" said honest
John Deadwood, who measured SIX feet
in his stockings, and had face of an
amiable giant" "you might want to go
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 farm house, Dolly. Your
oleander tree is kept carefully at the
south window, and
Dear mel carelessly interrupted Dol
y: "why don't they put it in the green
houseY'
Because, Dolly said the young man
reddening, it reminds us of you. And
the meadow lark in the cage sings beau
hfully; and the old red brindle has
spotted calfr'
aHss shea.questioned Dolly, indifsr,
emily.
John Deadwood looked hard at her.
dolly. said he, "you don't care abou
the old home any longerl"