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

And mother would be proud To welcome
you to the old farm house, Dolly. Yonr
oleauder rce : kept carefully, at the
south window. and >
Dear, me ! careiessly interrupted
Dolly, why don't they put II in the
green house 2
Because. ID olly' said the young man
reddcnIng, 'it reminds us of YOU. Aud
the meadow lark in the cage sings beau
tifully. and old Brindle has lille spot
ted calf
Has sho?' questioned Dolly, indif-
ierertly.
John Deadwood looked hard at her.
Dolly ,aid he. ,you don't care about
the home any longerr
Yes / do said Dolly, rousing ler-
self, but
She paused suddenly. tie rosy color
rushing in carmine tide TO her cheek,
an involuntary smile dimpling the corr
ners Of her fresh lips, as she glanced
through the smilaX trails in the win-
dow.
John Deadwood, following in the di.
rec.ion Of her eyes, glanced, too, Just.
~ time TO see Al tall gentleman lift his
hat auG bow as he went jauntily past.
is chat it ? said John, bitterly.
IS what !? petulanilY retoIted Dolly.
Il am sure | dou't know what we are
standing here waiting for, and | with
lwtrjY-el.lt bouquets to make up By
TWO o'clock. That's all. john, think.
| Don forget tie liiies-of-; he valley
| But Nou haven't answered me Dol
ly.'
Answered Won whlt!'
About the t,a"cc In The cd barn, and
coming back VIII me when tie waguu
returns at FIVE o'clack.'
II is out of .he question. said Dolly,
listlessly.
| 'Dollyl'
| WELL
you promised me, years ago
Nonsense !! said Dolly, fiinging the
azaleas and pinSs about in fragrant con-
| fusion. Il was only child them
But YOU have no right to 90 back of
your word, Dolly, child or no chlld.'
Il never promised, John.'
But you let me believe that one day
you would be my wife. And I've lived
on the thought of it, Dolly, ever since.
And ifthis CITY situation cf yours should
break up my lite's hope
Don't hope anything about me,
John ? brusquely interrupted the girl.
Here comes a customer. Please, John,
don't stand there any longer, looking
| like ghost y
Aud honest heart broken John turn
ed and went with heavy steps out to
where the wagon stood and old Roam
was waiting with down dropping and
| half closed eyes.
'It doesn't seem TO me- he muttered
between his teeth, that there is any
| thing left to live for any longer
| Dolly looked half>remorsefully after
| him.
I've almost mind 20 call him back
she said to herself. as she picked out a
| bunch of white violets for the new
| conner.
Il do like John Deadwood; but I
| think he has no business to consider
himself engaged to me Just because of
that boY-and girl nonsense. Ones ideas
change rs one gets on in life
And Dolly's cheek was like the re-
lection of the pink azileas as she
thought of Mr.. Fitzalan and the tur-
quoi>e ring that he had given her as a
trothplight.
And Mr.. Frixham came in presently.
I've a note from the Sedgwick's on
5th Avenue said he hurriedly. They
always order their flowers from Ser
| voss's, but Servoss has disappointed
| them. They want their house deco
rated for party to-night. There's not
a minute to lose. I've telegraphed to
Bottoms for 400 yards of slimax and
| running fern, and 100 scarlet poinsettas;
and | think we can manage the rest
| ourselves. You had better go at once,
| Miss Penfeld, and plan the decoration
you've pretty taste ofyour own-and
| III send up the flowers with Hodges to
| help YOU.
And Dolly went, her mind still on the
turquoise ring, With its band of virgin
gold and its radiant blue stone.
The Sedgwick mansion was brown
stone palace, with plate-glass case
ments and n vestibule paved with
orange aud black marble.
Mrs. Sedgwick, a stately matron in a
Vatican wrapper and blonde cap, re-
ceived Dolly in the great drawing
room.
.Ohl said she. lifting her eye>glass-
es; 'vou're from the florists, are you?
Tell your husband to spare no ex-
pense.'
Mr. Frixham IS not my husband
said Dolly.
Your father, then.'
But he isn't my father insisted
Dolly, half laughing. He's no relation
at ali. l will tell him, however,
Exactly said Mrs. Sedgwick. Il
desire plenty of white roses. as am
| told they are customary at this sort OF
affair. It's an engagement party
'Indeedl' said Dolly, trying to look
Interested.
Between my daughter Clara and Mr..
Alfred Filzllan,' said Mrs. Scdgwlck,
with conscious complacency.
Dolly said nothing. but the room, its
| huted coruices and lofty ceiling, seemed
10 swim around her like the waves OF
the sea. And as she went out, with
Mrs. Sedgwick still chatting about white
rosebuds and begonia leaves, she pass
ed The half opened door of room, all
hung with blue velvet, where yeilow>
tressed beauty sat smiling on low
| divan. with Fitz ilan lending tenderlY
above her.
He has only been amusing himself
with me, said Dolly.
There was a sharp ache at her heart.
| Afcr all it was only the sting OF
wounded pride. Thank heaven-oh,
| thaak heaven, II was nothing worse
| than that!
Honest John Deadwood was driving
old Roam steadily and soberly along the
patch of woods, where the velvet-
mossed boulders lay Ike dormant
beasts Of prey in the spring twilight,
when a cray shadow glided out of the
other shaiows and stood at his side.
john she whispered.
Dolly it's never youg
Yes, john said the girl gently but
steadily. Pm going back home with
v0u'
God bless vou, Dolly!' said the
young man. fa-vently.
For good and all, John. if you'll take
me- said Dolly, shyly. 1--we had quite
enough OF city life; and I'll help you
with the green~house, and III try and
be a good little house keeper at home.