New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1883-08-29
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timents of different flowers.
The pansies mo 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 as he endcavored
to wrest 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 ..lover'
There goes Lizzie now,'' said Mrs.
Roscoe, peeping through the screen Of
morning-gl vines.
DR.. Melton sprang from his seat and
hurried to the gate, unconsciously re-
tanning the little boat, which, with its
freight of flowers, had brought him such
freight Of JOY.
He reached the gate just in time to
intercept a girlish figure, all in light
blue, like the morning-gl. ries that jew
elled the greenery ut Mrs. Roscoe's
windows.
After the interchange of greetings,
DR.. Melton hesitatcd, and changed from
red to white, as swiftly as wind-blown
aspen changes from green to silver.
"Sarah always said was fool,' he
thought, "and the presumption of think
ing an angel like that could marry me
quite establishes the fact
1t was a very pretty girl that stood
there, her hossy yellow hair making
sunshine under the big black poke, her
dark soft eyes raised expectantly, and
swarms of baby-dimples flocking around
the sweet red mouth, that was trying
to suppress smile ut Dr. Hugh's con-
fusion.
HE wants to give me that May
basket and doesn't know how to do it!
I'll help him little, y thought Lizzie,
and she began encouragingly:
''What pretty basket
DR.. Melton's eyes fell upon the rose
buds, and they lent him new courage.
''Miss Lizzie, " he began impetuously,
sis it possible that you could parry an
awkward, red-headed old bear?''
Naturally Lizzie did not recognise
DIR. Melton in this pleasing portrait.
She supposed he referred to Mr.. Nor
ris, neutrality-suspicious., who presented her
with his Horticultural tokens of esteem.
II knew tlrat those green peas and
radishes would be reported, and con-
strued into proposal and an engage
ment, 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 scornful Certainly not!
How could you suppose that would do
such thing?'
II didn't suppose you could" he
stammered forlornly. ''What is there
about me for any one to love?'
lin you? Were you speaking of your
self?" she asked, a great auroral wave
making her face eclipse the rosebuds.
''Why DR.. Melton, there is a great deal
-everything-in you to love!'
''Who did you suppose Twas speaking
OFF,"
.'Mr. Morris, of course!' with 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
adise, 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 were other verbs to conjugate
besides the verb to love, and that she
must leave DR.. Melton's pretty speeches
and May sunbeams for teachers desk
and monotonous day in the school
room.
''Now give me my basket and let me
be off, she said. reaching for the dainty
toy.
"Your basket?" enquired DIR. Melton
blankly. "Why, you gave it to me! Mrs.
Roscoe said that Lizzie Smith hung it
here last night
'.And so she did!'' exclaimed that
lady, thrusting her head through the
morning glories. "But there happen to
be two Lizzie Smiths in this town, al
though yo., probably think there's only
one in the univcrse!'
Eyes, Irecollcct now,' said the crest
fallen doctor. '.It 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
unblushing Sapphira, as she came down
the walk, beaming upon the lovers all
the way, like guardian-angel in a
green-checked gingham. ''You were
that sat down on by Sarah that if I
hadn't made you believe it, you'd never
have had courage enough to propose. "
''Never mind, Mrs. Roscoe said
Lizzie saucily. ''pm ever SO much
obliged to you. if he isn't. And" turn
ing to the bridegroom-elect, " what's
in a name?
Everything said DR.. Melton with
fervor, as his happy blue eyes met the
saucy dark ones.