The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1881-04-16
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y 70 be lIe bridal hed ~ l,
sou Hill clfg e 10 dds addfas
"hll right. boss Wa my f.
spouac, ~ I loot dollAr bIt
and observed i ralir dcGli.
light IN lil cye, while he wrote
Name On q card II was d bean
Of the light that shone III .he "a.
Of Cain as the discriminating aam.
Of heaven shot past lis odefin.
and blazed on Abcl's altar. lIov
ever ! wasn't particular abou
what was going on in his mind
and he slipped ihe card In the bon
qnet, and ! started OF to deliver Il
Stopping close By to change m,
note and eat bit of lunch, root
many people gathered near tho
great prize bouquet and began tc
talk about it and 10 smell It, ane
so, whether some jealous riya,
stole that card, or whether had
dropped it on the street, the card
was missing when | took up the
great salver Of flowers again.
J fastened back TO the place
where ! had met the gentleman.
lie had gone away in carriage.
told my trouble to the hotel clerk.
the genial ellis, and he said
"Pshaw. take ii to his wife. He
is no sporting man.
Now, that gentleman knew,
by an accident Of passing his
house, and | had often admired
the inlieXible, The solitary, the lofty
and sell-reliant quality in him.
He was kind to bis interiors, man
y to his equals, naughty to his
superiors. About once OF twice a
year he showed liquor in his eyes.
as if Cain had bred on Abel's
stock, and little liquor brought
out the consanguinily. | said to
myself: "These flowers will with
er for which | have been paid. |
believe he meant TO send them to
his wife, and l will take them
there"
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 expensively furnish
ed, but looked ike the abode OF
perseverance in some modestly
compensatng profession and slow
but gaining conquest ON half for
tuLe. A lady entered the parlor
and beheld the flowers. She turn
ed to me and said: WHO are
these lor:'
"For you, Madam"
"For me :" Her face flushed.
"Nyho has dared to send flowers to
m,;'
saw / was in fof il somewhere,
and there was no safety but in con-
'sisten, lying. "Your husband
sent them, Mrs. -" | had
heard his name, and felt that this
was his wife,
"My husband: Her voice lal-
tered, "IIow came he to send me
howers' Have YOU not made a
mistake;"
mo, madam. lie. has never
bought flowers from me before.
lie is not a customer OF gallantry.
There is no mistake about it.
She seemed all lluttered, Ike a
widow told that her dead h, sband
had returned 10 life. Looking
now at the flowers, again at his
portrait, her eyes dilated, her tenn
pies flushed. She walked 10 me
like a woman Of authority and un-
der some high mental excitement
Looking into my eyes, she said;
What did my husband say
"He said, madam, i have not
made a present to my dear wife for
years. Business and care have
arisen between US. Take her
these flowers that thsir blossoms
may dispcl the winter from our
hearts and make US young again.
She turned to the bouquet and
rained her tears upon it. An or
ange 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 theii
coolness refresh her parched, neg
lesied heart. and sobbed the Joy o
love and confidence again.
stole away ike a citizen Of ih'
world.
As went up the street ans
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