The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-07-27
A Story Win a Moral.

man SAID TO me (he was in wine:)
"Johnny, will take your best bou-
quet-that big one on a tray, fit to
be the bridal bed of eve-if you will
carry il to this address"
"All right, boss" was my response,
as / took his 80 bill and observed a
rather deyilish light in his eyes,
while he wrote a name on q card
II was q beam Of that light that
shone in the eye Of Cain as the dis
eliminating flame of heaven shot
past his offering and blazed on Abel's
altar. However, | was not particu-
lar about what was going on in his
mind, and he slipped the card in the
bouquet and / started of TO deliver
it. Stopping close by to change my
note and eat bit Of lunch, good
many people gathered near the great
prize bouquet and began to talk
about and smell it, and so, whether
some jealous rival stole that card, or
whether l had dropped it on the
street, the card was missing when l
took up the great salver of flowers
again. .
| fastened back to the place where
i had met the gentleman. He had
gone away in carriage. l told my
trouble to the hotel clerk, and he
said, "Pshaw! take it to his wife.
He is no sporting man."
"Now, that gentleman l knew by
an accident of passing his house, and
| had often admired the infexible,
the solitary, the lofty and selfreliant
quality in him. He was kind to his
interiors, manly to his equals, and
naughty to his superiors. About
once or twice year he showed liq-
uor in his eyes, as if Cain had bred
on Abel's stock, and little liquor
brought out the consanguinity.
said to myself, "These flowers will
wither for which l have been paid.
l believe he meant to send them to
his wife, and l will take them
there" f-N1fa 81
| rang the door.bell of his house
and asked for the lady. Shown into
the parlor | saw my buyers picture
over the mantle. The house was not
extensively furnished, but looked
like the abode Of perseverance in
some moderately componsating pro.
fession, and slow but gaining con.
quest on half fortune. A lady en-.
tered the parlor and beheld the flow.
ers. She turned to me and said,
"Who are these for7"
"For you, madam"
"For me?" Her face flushed. "Who
has dared to send flowers to me?"
| saw | was in for it somewhere,
and that there was no safety save in
consistent lying. "Your husband
sent them, Mrs. -" heard his
name, and felt that this was his
wife.
"My husband?" Her voice falter.
ed. GLOW came he to send me flow.
ers? Have you not made some mis-.
take?"
"No, madam. He has never bought
flowers from me before. He is not q
customer of gallantry. There is no
mistake about it,"
She seemed all huttered like a
widow told that her dead husband
has returned to life. Looking now
AZ the MOVERS, again at his portrait,
her eyes dilated and her temples
flushed. She walked to me like q
woman of authority, and under some
high mental excitement. Looking
into my eyes she said:
"What did my husband say?"
Gle said, madam, I have not made
n present to my wife for years. Bus,
mess and care have arisen between
us. Take her these flowers, that the
blossoms may dispel the winter from
our hearts and make US young again.
She turned to the bouquet and
rained tears upon it. An orange
bud she took, all blinded so, and hid
it in her bosom. She sank upon her
knees and laid her head among the
flowers to let the GOODNESS refresh her
parched, neglected heart, and sobbed
the joy of love and confidence again.
| stole away like a citizen of the
world.
AS went up the street and stop.
ped at the same hotel the husband
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