The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1884-02-23
VIII you come into my Kansas
Said Miss Belmayne to the fly.
:" lis the finest land, Is Kansas,
That ever you did spy.'"
parodied Yorke, in whisper.

parodied Yorke, in a whisper.
Taking advantage of the old gentle
mans departure, Derwent introduced
his friend
"Proserpine is exhibiting her mothers
fruits; but [ see she has found room for
some of her own flowers from the fields
of Emma" CALAMITY observed Yorke. as
he spled Miss st. Johns pansies.
"Oh, you are looking at Lucia st.
johns papsles? Those pansies came
from the garden of a neighbor of ours,
and they are only another illustration of
the wonderful fertility of the soil.' an
swered Roberta, turning everything to
practical account, like the shrewd little
business woman that she was.
''Lucia ST. joint"
Cecil 4orke started, and a tremor and
quick flush chased across his face.
Yes; pretty name, isn't It?"
Very. Is its owner as pretty?"
pretty? / should think so. Her
hair is just the color of that, " indicating
golden-yellow pansy, "and her eyes
are almost as dark as that" touching
dusky king of the blacks with the tip
of her phenomenal ear of corn. Glow
fond you seem to be of pansiesl" she
added, as 1orke's hand fell lightly on
the yellow flowers, to which she had
likened Lucia's hair, with an impulsive,
caressing gesture.
81 met MIR. Yorke just outside the
gate p' exclaimed Roberta, as she
danced into Miss st. Johns pretty
slttlng-room one crisp October day.
$50 fathers pamphlets have brought
him out here. l suppose ne was here
to see about buying your lots in Mar
vyn's Addition. But thought you had
put them into fathers hands to SELL, -
she added, with sudden fear for her
fathers percentage.
81 did put my lots into your father
hands. Mr.. Yorke. only came here to
ask a question or two," Lucia replied
| with smile, that caused an unsupported
dimple to break the pink curve of her
| cheek.
"About the lots l suppose father
was too busy to answer his questions, "
said Roberta, as she smiled, relieved.
81 think our prairie air is doing Mr.
Yorke good, already. Why, he looked
positively radiant And 80 do you, Lu-
cia Why what has happened to you
| and Mr.. Yorke ?" she added with sudden
| suspicion, as her friend turned to CHR
rup to the canary too late to hide the
quick flush that fired her face.
We've come to our Senses" said
Lucia, sententiously. "It's the old, old
| story. We were engaged six years age
| in New York. l was heads.rong and
| fond of admiration, and Cecil was quick
tempered and jealous. We had dozens
of lovers quarrels, and at last, after an
unusually serious one, Cecil vowed that
be would be tormented no longer, anG
married girl who adored his very
shadow. He has been a widower fol
two years, but didn't know where to fiud
me, as father and I have moved about
SO much since we came West. Ther
you and those blessed pansies supplied
the missing clue, and Cecil intends tt
go to stock-raising, and you must be my
bridesmaid" she concluded, with all hel
dimples twinkling.
"Certainly-if I'm not married first
George Derwent has bought fruit farm
of father, and-wishes me thrown into
the bafgain!' said Roberta, with bel
sauciest smile, as she returned Lucis
this Roland for her Oliver.
(Which offered the greatest Induce
ments to Land Buyers, yourself OF
your father" laughed Lucia.
81 am inclined to think that pansiet
triumphed over pumpkins" said Ro
berta, mischievously.
"And curls over corn," returned Lu
cia, patting her friends curly head.