Connecticut western news., 1883-05-09
A BUNCH OF VIOLETS,

A1a"Ile WfeXham lOOket aoWn very fondly on the pretty golde5 mead of his little sweetheart. as he said
 And so you will go, Fay? Well what will l bring you for flowers Som rosebuds ?-white or red ?"
 Neither, Lawrie. I am going f. wear white, and if you could get m some Vlolets, English violets-fraerant you know-I should be delighted l' mere was little fear but that prett, Fay Ingelow would be delighted. g, Lawrie turned away.
 To-be-sure, there was but one for;s m the old town of Woodburgh. but h. would De pretty sure to have the violets LaWr1e thought. Just the thing to finish one or lay's exquisitely simple costumes ne considered. The blue would contrast with her golden haic and match he, azure eyes. A charming girl-he wished the matter of their engagement were Sesaea; but zay was very young, hadrly seventeen, and naturally 10th to give m her maiden meditations, fancy free"
 Inough of course she liked his admir- at1on and devotion-who vould not when the lover ohanced to be such gal lant, handsome fellow as Lawrie Wrex- nam And just now delightful even- mg was ln prospect; dancing party at Mrs. Harlengen's-a and both were happy.
 As Lawrie went down to the bank the next morning, he stopped in at the flor ist's.
 You will have some nice English yio- lets this eveningg"
 Oh, yes; plenty of them, sie p
 DO that matter was settled. He would sbop on his way up town, at five o'clock, ana take them. Fay should have the freshest and bluest, and how pleased she would bel He had peculiar nklng for violets himself-fancied their clean, nfantile fragrance-and somehow ms thoughts were haunted all day bv the dainty things.
 At a quarter of five he shut un his desk with snap, and turned his back on business. A fve-minutes walk and ne entered the forists establishment.
 Mr. Wreath came forward with four Sio"lng punches of blue, and a smile of apology.
 "WIl these be enough? hope SO 1! mad the greatest difficulty in saving tnem Tor you, l assure you, sir; for large order for flowers for a child's funeral came to-day-took all our white UzQT fo1 n1
 No, l have nothing for you to-dayl"
 The last to ragged boy, who cer- talnly was not the kind of customer the florist delighted in. He was miserable In garb and famine-pale, but bright knowing little fellow, withal.
 Lawrie was looking at the boys as he replied, mechanically. that there would probably be enough of the violets, and was struck by the manly way in which the boy swallowed some trouble with a. big gulp.
 He turned and went quietly out of the store.
 Our trade is not much troubled by that class of people," remarked MT. Wreath, tying up the violets in a coni- cal package, "but sometimes they do beg for flowers, and we give them, occa- slonally, few that have gone to waste. Send these up, sir ?'
 No; l will take them"
 AS Lawrie went out of the store he saw the boy standing by the curb with & de- Jected air, and the latter, looking I'D. met his eye
 'What did you want with flowers 9o Lawrie asked, lightly.
 "I did not want them for myself" re- piled the boy, soberly.
 ''For whom, then? Your dog ?" re- ferring to forlorn white puppy who sat close by the boys heels.
 'No; my sister,"
 Does your sister look as nice as vou do p laughed Lawrie, glancing at the boys grimy hands and tattered heels.
 He had no wish to be cruel, this pros porous, joyous young man but the in congruity of adorning such person with flowers struck him as ludicrous He act ually expected rough answer from the little street gamin-such people were nat uraliy apt with replies; judge, then, of his surprise when the boy suddenly burst into sobs
 T tell ye what, , he gasped, "'aint no fun bein poor, an doin' without things ! like flowers we'll as you-an' my baby sister liked 'em just as well as any of yn1r follxs. 7
 Lavrie, who had been waitirx at the