Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1881-01-19
DOLLY. THE FLOWER GIRL.

she has got face ike one of her
own rosebuds,' SAID Mr.. Ei.zalan.
I've heard Of her more than once
returned Frank Calverlv. 'rhe pretty
flower girl, people call her. don't they !?
Old Frixham has doubled his custom
since she came theren
And the best of all, added Fitzalan,
with laugh, is that she is quite un>
conscious of her own attraction-a little
country lassle, who thinks only of her
business. and never dreams that she
herself is the sweetest flower Of all the
assortment
Let's 30 in and buy Marechal Mel
bud aud two or three sweet verbena
leaves ssid Calverly. i should really
| like to see tEis modern Flora of yours
Dorothy Penfield stood behind the
counter of the florist's store, sorting
over a nile Of fragrant blossoms which
lav on ray Of damp green moss
Trails of smilax wove their green gar
lands up 10 the ceiling heaps OF GOLD
aud rose petaled buds lay in the win
dow; drifts of purple helintrope per~
fumed the air. and white carnations lay
like hili0cks of snow against the pancs
of the show window, while spikes of
perfumed hyaciuths and cape jessamine
flung their subtle scents upon the air.
And Dolly herself, with her round
dimplcd flce, 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
overspread her face for a second.
Have YOU got one of my favorite
button-hole bouquets made up, Miss
Penfeld p Fitzalan asked with a cares
less bow and smile.
Il know said Dolly softly. a rose.
bud and Il spi IL of heather, and two or
three mvrtle leaves-that is what You
like. No; have none made up just at
pres ent but | can tie up bouquet in
half a minute, Mr.. Fitzalan.'
One for me, too, if You please said
Calverly, touching his hat.
Just the same p
Doll; lifted the long eyelashes, which
were like fringeS of brown silk and gave
him n shy glance.
"A little different please. Consult
/ your taste, Miss Penfield.'
Il like the double blue violet said
Dolly. gently. with geranium leaves
Then they shall be my favorite fow-
ers also said Calvelly. gallantIy.
The gentlemen had hardly taken their
leave, when old Frixham. the florist,
! bustlcd in, with round, red face, shining
| bald head, and an air of business all
I over him.
Isn't il time vou had the lheater
| bouquets ready ? said he, looking crit,
ically around, and moving glass Of
freshly cut callas out Of the level sun
set beams which fell, like a sheat IF
golden glauces, athwIrt the deep bow
window.
Il shall have them direetly,' said
| y Nv, starting from her reverie. The
flowers are all sorted out.'
w e have too many carnations on
hand said the florist. fretfully; and
those gaudy Cane bells are so much
| dead loss. Let the man from the green
houses, know, please, there's demand
! for half open r0se~buds and forced
| lilies~of-the valley
Yes said Dolly dreamily. Il viii tell
| bim-when he comes
The closed country wagon. with its
! load Of fragrant leaves and deliciously-
scented flowers, came early III the
morning. long before the fat florist was
out of bed aud y lille the silence almost
Of an enchanted laud lay upon Upper
| Broadway.
But Dolly Peuield was there fresh
eniug up the stock of the day before
with wet IN - and cold water, and clip
! ping he stems Of The rose buds.
! No more carnations. John she SAID.
/ bristly; nor amlryll flowers and we
/ want plenty OF cameliia~ and scarlet
| gerauiums. aud those bright lowers
4 thought, perhaps said honest
john Deadwood, who measured six feet
/ in his stockings, and had the face of an
amiable giant. You mighr want to 20
1 back with me TO day, Dolly. Your aunt
has come from Kansas, aud there's to
be a dance cut in the old barn, with