Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1883-10-07

WiIst du mir NIGHT cineH kWss gebcH?'
called a clear voice from the open win
dow. Both women turned A pleasant
faee-blue eyes. smiling from under thick
waves of curling fair hair-was peering
in at them.
30, Joseph, is it you?' two voices
spoke together. This smiling apparition,
Mr.. Joseph Muller, held but a dewy knot
of flowers, all green leaves. white buds
and tiny tendrils. Their exquisite fra
GRANGE filed the room.
1T is my contribution lie said, flush
ing behind the curtain that he pushed
back with one hand. Il got them as [
came along, at Floyd's.'
"Ah! ahl how beautiful! How can |
thank you, Joseph? o, why was | not
born Il flower, just Il white rose like this?
Then | should not have to trouble about
a new dress. Now, Miss Esther Payne!'
The blue eyes of the young man had
been from the first fixed on this slim, fair
fower-bud of a girl, who was lowering
over his gift in an ccstacy of delight.
The eyes flashed now with pleasure, as
she took a spray of buds from the bunch
and turned to her sister.
You may put these right here, if you
please-there-put that bunch of curls
over my forehcad-so; that proves the
matter.
she has been f%retting about her
dress explained Miss Payne to the
young man III the window.
Her dress? Why, what is the mat.
ter with it?' he asked, opening his oyo,
wide.
1T is old, and it is dc -fashioned, and
it is ugly calculated Tessey, with I'm,
phasis.
why, | was Just thinking how pretty
it is, and | wondered if YOU had made il
stupid nST dp' yo ona oI man. All lf''t that gr rea
color with the white. just like an apple
and Il bud; | thought you must be
flower bud yourself unfolding.
Miss Payne smiled, but Theresc made
a dainty face.
The lace is mcnded all over, but ther
it's real lace-real Mcchlin, she oh
served, be%wildering her masculine ad
mirer with grave technicalities.
Happily he only saw the face, tn,
brown hair %rufling on the forehead, tn,
lovely eyes that laughed at him, the low
sweet voice that patr0nized him.
80 BtaHi", 'reiSsc BiVmc!,' he repeat
ed, rapturously.
Please don't talk in that awkwar,
German cried out Tessy, pettishly
u Jul nan NV lAiiih VI ny nAAi'
lessons, aud | cant understand it, either
How can tell whether you are laughing
at me or paying me a compliment
The young man laughed. 20 BLpme!
he repeated, 80 flower! was payins
you a compliment Just tribute.
And the other-when you first came?
Joseph blushed and hdgeted.
'That-oh, that was just nonsense;
must ask you to pardon it., he STAN
mered.
The grave, soft eyes of Miss Payn
looked at him as if she would say she ha
no fear he would say there to thel
aught that would be displcasing. Sh
glanced at his dress and then said doubt
ingly:
Were you going to the park-wer
you on your way
Joseph shrugged his shoulder
smiling:
II shall 20 presently, but | shall wa
are over. | don't wish 10 be dealenC
and disguised at the same time.
Both Of the women laughed at his III
Ynistakable look of disgust. There,
nodded at him from over her Shoulde
her little white hat, with its blue bel
and ~snow-drOps. making n shadow Il
her eyes to shine out of into his.
20, q~uerulous musician! | wond,
hat u young man who has such an q
for discord cant make better music
is own, especially when he is the own,
f-besides the cat-a genuine PaganL
solin. There. have some of Il
Southernwood ON me, and Il they sme
me in advance they will think a who
illage Sunday-school is coming. Goo
bye, goodbye