The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-08-08

of his joy and amaaement.
If he had been alone it is more than
probable that some kisses would have
fallen on the llowery freight of the lit
tie boat
As it was. DR., Melton's big tender
hand passed lightly over it with a'caross
in every linger-tip.
Seems TO me I've heard some talk
about a language of flowers. What do
them posies sayp' enquired Mrs. Roscoe,
pleased to observe the doctors emotion,
and resolved to push her advantage.
Dr. Melton started.
He remembered to have read in
scrap of old newspapera list of the sem
timentS of different flowers.
The pansies no less person than
Shakespeare has said, There's panSies
that's for thought Did Lizzie think
of him sometimes?
But those five rosehuds, seeming to
blush under his gaze rs he endeayored
to wrcst from them their sweet secret
what did they mean?
The answer that sprang from his re-
membranes made his heart throb and
his brain reel, for the word that lay hid
in their pink folds was "love!'
There goes Lizzie now said Mrs,
Roscoe, peeping through the screen OF
morning.glory vines
DR.. Melton Sprang from his seat ana
hurried to the gate, unconsclously re-
tanning the little boat, which, with It's
freight Of flowers, had broughthlm such
a freight of joy,
He reached the gate just in time to
intercept a girlish figure, all IN hight
blue, like the morning-gl, 'i"s tnat jew
clled the grcenery at Mrs, RoScoe's
windows.
Anor the interchange Of greetings,
DR.. Melton hesita,ed, and changed from
red to white, as swiftly as a wind-bown
aspen changes from green to silver
Sarah always said was fool, he
thought land the presumption of think
in an angel like that could marry me
quite establishes the fact,
II was a very pretty girl that stood
there, her lloSsy yellow hair making
sunshine under the big black poke, her
dark soft eyes raised eNpectantly, and
swarms of haby-dmples Hooking around
the sweet red mouth, that was trying
TO suppress a smile at Dr. Hugh con-
fusion.
He wants to give me that May
basket and doesn't know how to do it!
III help him little, thought Lizzie,
and she began encouraginsly;
"What a pretty basket
DR.. Melton's eyes fell upon the rose
buds and they lent him new courage.
Miss Lizzie. be began impetuouSly,
lis it possible that YOU could marry an
awkward, rcd-headed old bear9'
Naturally Lizzie did not recognise
DR.. Melton in this pleasing portrait,
She supposed he referred TO Mr.. Nor
ris, neutrality-suspicious., vino presented her
with his horticultural tokens Of esteem,
II knew that those green peas and
would be reported, and con-
strued into a proposal and an engage
men,, when saw Miss Lapsley's eye
peering SO hard at them through a crack
in the fence she thought in veXation
and answered Dr.. Meltons Hurried
question with a scorntul Certainly not!
How could you suppose that lwould do
such a thing?'
II didn't suppose YOU could, he
stammered forlornly. What is there
about me for any one to love?'
"In you2 Were YOU speaking of Your
self?' she asked, a great auroral wave
making her face eclipse the rosebndS,
"Why Dr. Melton, there is great deal
everything in YOU to love-.
"Who didyou suppose Twas speaking
Mr. Morris, of course" with a dis
dainful wave Of the pretty hand, as if
she were thrusting the Objectionable
Mr. Morris into the outer regions OF in-
eligibility
Then the long-barred gates of Par
adi,e, that fly asunder only to the
open, sesame" of happy lovers, were
flung wide to admit these two,
But the school-bell rang them down
to earth again, and reminded Lizzie
that there We're other verbs to coniugate
besides the verb to love, and that she
must leave DR.. Melton's pretty speeches
and May sunbeams for teacher desk
and monotonous day in the school
room.
Nov give me my basket and let me
be off, she said, reaching for the dainty
toy.
"Your basket" enquired Dr. Melton
blanlly. "Why, YOU gave it tome Mrs,
Roscoe said that Lizzie Smith hung it
here last night
"And 50 she did, exclaimed that
lady, thrusling her head through the
morning gIorie,, But there happen to
be two Lizzie Smiths in this town, al
though yon probably think there only
one in the uuycrse.h
"Yey, lrccoIIcct now, said the crest
fallen doctor ut was that bright little
girl that attended through the scarlet
fever lately. But, Mrs. Roscoe, you
know you meant me to believe it was
this Lizzie"
"And what if did?' enquired this
unbiushing Sapphira, rs she came down
the walk, bcamlng upon the lovers all
the way, like "A guardian-angel in a
greeu-checked gingham You were
that sat down on by Sarah that if |
hadn' made you belieyeit, you'd never
have had courage enough TO propose. -
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