The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-04-22
LOVES YOUNG DREAM.

LOVES YOUNG DREAM.
"She has got face like one of hel
own rosebuds," said Mr.. Fitzalan.
"I've heard other more than once, y
returned Frank Calverly. ""The
pretty flower girl. the people call her
don't they? Old Frixham has doub
led his custom since she came here"
"And the best of it ALL" added
Fitzalan, with laugh, sis that she
is quite unconscious of her own at.
tiactions-a little country lassie, who
thinks only of her own business, and
never dreams that she herself is the
sweetest flower of all the heassortment."
"Let's go in and buy Marechal
Mel bud and two or three sweet
verbena leaves" said Calyerly. 81
should really like to see this modern
| Flora of yours"
Dorothy PeufieId stood behind2the
counter OF the florists store, sorting
over pile of fragrant blossoms
which lay on tray of damp green
moss. Trails of smiiax wove their
green garland up to the ceiling,
heaps of gold rose. petalled buds lay
in the window TUFTS of purple hello
trope perfumed the air, and white
carnations lay like hillocks of snow
against the panes of the show win
dow, while spikes of perfumed hy-
acinths and cape jasmine flung their
subtle scents upon the air.
And Dolly herself, with her round,
dimpled face, pink. cheeks and soft,
brown eyes, exactly the shade of the
rippled hair, which was brushed
simply back from the brold, low
brow. was fitting accessory to the
scene.
She looked up as two gentlemen
entered, and soft crimson shadow
overspread her face for a second.
"Have " got one of my favorite
buttonhole bouquets made up Miss
Penfield ?" FitzaIan asked. with Il
careless bow and smile.
II know" said Dolly, softly. IA
rosebud and sprig of heath, and
two or three myrtle leaves; that is
what you like. No; l have none
made up just at present, but can tie
one up in about half minute, Mr..
FitZalan."
Zone for me, too. if you please"
said Caiverly, touching his hat.
"Just the same?"
Dolly lifted the long eyelashps,
which were like fringes of brown silk,
and gave him a sly glance.
GA little different, please. Consul
your own taste, Miss Penfield."
81 like the double blue violets, )"
said Dolly gently, with geraniun
leaves"
'Then they shall he my favorite
flowers also," said Calyerly, gallant
ly.
The gentleman had hardly taken
/ their leave when old Frixham, the
! florist, bustled in with round, red
face, shining bald head and an air of
business all over him.
"Isn't it time you had the theatre
bouquets ready ?" said he, looking
critically around and moving "a glass
of freshly cut callas out of level sum
sci beams which at that moment fell
like sheen of golden laces athwart
( the deep low window.
II shall have them ready direct
Iy," said Dolly. starting from her
reverie; "the flowers are all sorted
out"
1--WE have too many carnations on
hand," sad the florist, fretfully, "and
those gaudy cape bells are so much
dead loss. Let the man from the
greenhouse know, please, there's a
demand for half-open rose-buds and
forced lilies of the-valley."
EYES," said Dolly, dreamiIy; II
will tell him-When he comes"
The closed country wagon, with its
freight of fragrant leaves and del.ci-
ously scented flowers, came early in
the morning, long before the fat for
ist was out of bed and while the
silence almost of an enchanted land
lay upon Broadway.
But Dolly Penfield was there fresh
ening up the old stock of the day be.
fore with wet moss and cool water,
and clipping the stems of the rose
buds.
"NO more carnations, John" she
said, briskly, "n0r amaryllis flowers,
and we want plenty of camelias and
geraniums and those brigh flowers -
II thought, perhaps" said honest
John DeadwoOd, who measured six
feet in his stockings, and had the face
ofan amiable giant, "you might want
to go back with me to-day, Dolly.