The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1884-05-07
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"a bouquet, sir?p

and glances apprehensively at The
speaker. Surely there is nothing
to fear in the little pink .robed fg
ure before him, with shyly droop
ing eyes, and white, dimpled hands
that just now are engaged in wrap.
ping a bit Of silver leaf around The
stems Of a bunch Of flowers.
Bouquet, sit2" she repeats
"Here is one / am sure you will
like, myrtle and tea roses. Shall
l arrange it for you2"
He bends forward that she may
pin the blossoms on his coat lapel.
He notices how small and white
her hands are, and wishes she
would raise her fringed lids.
"There; don't you like it2" she
says, "The price is a shilling"
Elmer draws a sovereign from
his well.6lled wallet, and lays it
on the counter.
keep the remainder for the
cause" he says.
The young girl smiles, and raises
her eyes to his.
Beautiful eyes they are, large
and black, with a yellow ERE smoul.
dering in their depths like the
gleam Of topaz. They thrill e.
mer Richards heart with a strange
emotion.
Can il be that he, a blase man Of
the world, who has been admired
and sought by dozens Of beautiful
women, had fallen in love with a
pretty aower.seller at a charity
fair?
He moves away, and accosts; an
acquaintance moving around the
brilliant apartment.
"Who is that young girl with
the handsome black eyes the
aower.seller2"
George Ellis looks up at his com
panion with an amused smile.
"What, Richards, are you smit,
temp" he says. "Well, you are BY
no means the first one with whom
those eyes have made sad havoc
Her name is Beatrice Irving"
Irvingl Elmer gives an invOl.
untary start. Irvingl All, yes,
that name is familiar to himl A
sad, pale face rises before him,
with wistful blue eyes and tremb.
ling lips.
It appeared to him once before
this evening, when he first heard
Beatrice Irving's voice; it haunts
him all the evening, and when the
fair is over, and he returns to his
handsome apartments, he sees il
still, and beside it glows the flower
sellers brilliant face.
He remembers the bright June
evening when other white hand.
than hers had decked him with
blossoms, and other eyes had smiled
up into his. All! those little hands
will gather flowers no more; those
pretty blue eyes sparkle never
again; they are closed in the dead
slumber that knows no waking.
Elmer Richards starts like Q
guilty thing as his thought comes
tohim; he knows why thosweet life
ended so early; why the littIegrave
was made so soon for her whose
last words we're Of him-pretty
Millie Irving.
4 4 y X T.
"Whdt, Richardsl are you going
to snub your friends in this man
nerR"
"Jerry, old boy, is it your" he ex
claims. "Pon my honor l did moi
know you'll Step up into my room
and tell me the news"
"NiCe place you've got here
says Jerry, as they enter the lux
uriant apartment.
"Whcn did you returnH" Elmel
asks.
"only two days ago." is the re
ply "Been down to see the folks
lots Of company there-a whole
honsefull. oh, by.the.way, Rich
ards, Esther sent you an invita-
tion To come down and enjoy your
self Nothing else on hand have
youH NoH Then ofCourse you'll &c
cept. It will be a good chance fol
you. Almost a dozen girls, Esther
says, and every one either a beauty
or an heiress."
"what, are you marriedR" Elmer
inquiries.
"No, but engaged, and thai
amounts to about the same thing
Jerry replies, Bessie Townsend
ldOnt you remember het2 Well