Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1885-12-07
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" PAuBY BLOSSOM"
BY BROWNIE.

Only pansy blossom, only withcred
flower.
Yet 70 me far oearsr. than all in Earth's
fair bower"
Handsome vinton Arnold, sitting
alone in his bachelor quarters, starts
suddenly and turns pale, as the words
reach his ear, sung in q high, shrill
voice by the trim little housemaid, who
Is busily busting in the apartments
next his own, preparing for the new
ledger who IL to come to-day.
Is this man, sitting with bowed head
and white lips over bunch Of faded
violets ana pansies, the Vinton Arnold
whom the world knows as the cold,
cynical lawyer?
The whole fountain of his nature
stirred by few careless words, he is
living over again the pain he had
Pansy T Blossom Yes 0n sSas
whst he used 10 call her bis darling,
with the golden brown hair, and pansy
blue eyes. Again he Is standing before
her, listening to the cold words spoken
In q quick, passionate voice:
go, leave he I never wish to see
your face again"
And he, 10 hot anger, had DO wed and
iOit 1CH1 WhtuVub OuOo tuOn lug p0OA ~
see the two white arms stretched on,
Oh, Vinton," that would have melted
all his wrath.
He had left her thus, and accepted az
appointment, long open to him, In Cal
| cutta and only when 1t was too late
did he realize how mad and unrsason.
ing had been his jealousy, the cause Of
THAR fatal tim f0r a I'm N hte
first letter from his dearest friend,
Frank Merton, were the oarelessly
written words that had blotted out the
sunlight from his life forever.
By the way, that pretty little Mist
Elton, whom at one time / half sus
pected you would marry, is dead-sud-
denly, of heart disease"
Dead ! The letter was never finish
cd for time he had gone mad-mad
as the worst inhabltant OF bedlam
And now. after ten weary years, he has
come home, to be met almost upon the
threshold by those lightly uttered
words, that have power TO bring bach
all the vain regret and heart sick long
ing for the sight Of his darling's face.
"Only pansy blossom" sings on
the unconscious voice, while hot tears
that are no shame to his manhood, fall
from the eyes Of the man in the mex
room, on the bunch of faded flowers
that are all that il left to him OF happy
love aud a summer long ago"
Il = 81
"'Tis the quiet time between tn,
lights," when Vinton Arnold. entering
the parlor for book he wishes to finish
casts half curious glance al q dejecteC
looking little figure, evidently the new
lodGer, sitting sullenly before the CRATE
A pair of uplifted, wistful, violet eye
met his An instant they gazs into eacl
| others face, then-"Pansy Blossom
my little, little love, thank God" Al
the suppressed love of the many year
IL expressed In one joy, one cry M.
| little, little love-" she is sobbing In hi
arms nov; everything il forgotten, ex
are around her, his love all her own
Ny darling, can you forgive" sh'
| murmurs, but Ia stopped by a passion
a'e, loving kiss. Held close to hi
heart, for he would not release her, sh
tells him all her pitiful little story
| how death indeed came into their hons
taking away the dear father. and leav
| ing her TO battle alone with the world
and how she had been almost perse
cute1 by the:persistent, love.like atten.
lions OF Frank Merton. With fasf
all the treac merry OF hi, false friend 1
revealed TO Viuton Arnold, but in hi
great Joy he can even find it in hi
heart to forgive him, who had failed {,
i win the treasure that time had 30 full,
proved TO be his alone. With all fons
lovers eloquence he pleads with her 3,
| come TO him at once. Let 10 be to
morrow, my darling; I have waited 81
long for my BRIDE" he whispers. Ant
TO morrow, of course, 1t was.