Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1884-05-08

oonuing over and Kissing The girl but,
Florence. dear, il only you would not
wear your beautiful hair swept back
from your face sol Iti not fashionable.
/ assure you you will be called queer
IL you do not dress il more in the pre-
yailing style.
Thank you. Jane; / am satisfied
with nv hair and my forehead as they
are" replied Florence. dryly, and Mrs.
Brady said no more.
'See my flowers; arn't they becom-
ing with my colorless attire?" smiled
Florence. holding up her bouquet for her
sisters inspection. "They were sent
10 me by q nameless admircr. See,
here is the note which accompanied
them"
Mrs. Brady read the note with an
exclamation of wonder and delight
and admired the flowers as much as
Florence could have wished.
my dearest girl, they are just the
thing for your pure style of beauty;
they make you look exquisite! But who
can the sender bep On, have i'll 1t
must have been that wealthy Mr.. Brice
the banker, you know, who raved
about you so at the Senator's ball
three weeks ago. 1t must be he. Such
delicate taste!"
"What, Jane! Not that ugly, vulgar,
old man! hate him! No, he never
would have such taste rs is displayed
here" touching the bouquet tenderly.
my dear. pray don't speak so of Mr..
- II h.. 10 al
rich-very wea!thy--and could dress
you and lodge you like very queen. I
should be happy if could see you set
tied as his wife, replied her sister. SEN
tentiously.
ugh! 1 don't admire your taste
then, my dear Jane, and 1 am afraid.
if you are not happy until you see me
SO established, then your chance of con-
tentment is very slender, for you neuer|
will see me sol" and Florence walked
away with queenly step to be muffled
in cloak and cloud by her maid Nata-
lie.
How perverse?" sighed Mrs. Brad
ly, looking after her sisters retreatingI
form. "But she cannot help marrying
well; she is so exquisitely lovely! I am
proud of her."
The two ladies were soon ready and
Mr. Brady conducted them to theiri
carriage. The drive was silent one,
and Florence leaned back with bright
eyes, trembling q little with excite
ment and holding her flowers, the
sweet perfume of which filled the car
riage closely.
When they reached the Drummonds'
splendid mansion, brilliant with light
that streamed cheerfully from the
plate-glass windows, the street for
whole block was lined with carriages.
I'VE are q trifle late," whispered
Mrs. Brady to Florence.
Yes" nodded the girl.
When they were fairly shown into
the drawing rooms, which were crowded,
a murmur of admiration ran around.
Never had Florence looked so brilliant.
There was soft, unwonted pink in her
cheeks, and her large eyes sparkled
like jewels. Immediately the ladies
were surrounded by acquaintances and
friends, and dozen gentlemen at
once solicited the girls hand for the
first waltz; but she laughingly shook
her golden head. She preferred not to
waltz just at once she said. She would
rather sit down and talk to her friends.
So the admirers were compelled to give
it up with reluctance and disappoint-
ment.
She made her way over to where the
youngest daughter of her hostess sat.
Margaret Drummond was a silent girl,
without beauty, and was consequently
overlooked and snubbed by her elder
sisters. And for this very reason
Florence always was friendly with the
lonely girl, and an intimacy had sprung
up between the two so widely unlike in
They sat together discussing the diff
ferent guests. At last Margaret said:
''There comes mamma with Mr.. Saun-
iers! Look, Flora, don't you think
him as handsome as an Apollo? I
think he is the very handsomest man I
ever saw" she concluded enthusiastic
:ally, in q low tone.
Florence look up and saw in truth a
handsome man, tall and straight, with
! handsome Saxon face, and eyes as
blue as her own. And wonder of won-
1ers! Could it be? In his coat he
wore small bouquet of japonicas and
1elitrope. She had not time to answer
Margaret before Mrs. Drummond and
he gentleman came up. She dropped
Ter eyes in trembling confusion, and
lid not raise them again until she heard
Ter hostess voice saying, rs in
iream:
"Miss Brady, let me introduce you
% Mr.. Saunders. He is one of my
riends. want you two to like each
,ther," and without further ado the la-
iy sailed away again, taking her
daughter with her. and left
he two people alone.
Florence glanced up then. The two
,airs of blue eyes met; Mr.. Saunders
we're smiling; then, as they both rea-
lied the unceremonious introduction
,iven by Mrs. Drummond, they both
,urst out laughing, which took away
embarrassment. They were
DON upon friendly terms. And di-
ectly the gentleman said, in a casual
way. "How we'll your flowers become
ou. Miss Brady! They match your
|ress to perfection"
Florence looked up, saw smile
urking in his eyes, and dropped hers
n confusion. There was no doubt
low, she told herself, The sender of
he bouquet, the writer of the verses,
7as before her.
They danced together several times,
nd were voted the handsomest couple
q the room.
''How well they look togetherr' COM
nented Mrs. Drummond to Mrs Brad
'. 'They are both of the same COM