The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1885-03-05


the bars Of wrong that l can't right, but
only burt my wings. | arW think OF
other things, ana may be I'll get sleepy.
Ah, this dear wes1 room-it is called
''Hazel;s room" because ] am so fond OF it
and 10 think that shall never so TO it
after those ',sErp"T.i take possession.
FL like to photo raj Il 1.-THE nigh four
posted belsaead. IS curtains gay with i'm
possible birds aGd :.)werS AMI bs3sts o. the
dragon faniiiv. Inc window and dressing
table nave the same markings. One has
10 lOoS intD r;a mirror through hole OF
drapery-is IS ike spying ones self IN q
deep pool surround I'll with shIuDbery.
For my part I'd Ike more looling-1lass
and less upholstery. especially after what
Charlie Fairfield said about my color this
evening. Well l might have color. feeling
so mad-tO say nothing of NV sleigh ride
And there are the drOll pictures hung
half way up to the mOOn-paiutingS on
satin by Fairfield danes of a century ago.
and that spOOty picture of 4 cemetery IN
hair-that l hid with the screen. Best Of
all Is Aunt NCra's portrait as child. She
wears huge Marlborough hat, and the shy
blue eyes lcOk out from under q thatch OF
yellow hair. To-n;Eht she looked like this
picture. just as childliSe and innocent. only
the gold is turned 10 silver. That Is t. :
way things grow cheap with time.
This evening before the company came
him plainly enough that | didn't wish it..
He. too, remarked that Aunt Nora looked
ike her old portrait.
Yes" l said, ouraing hot and wrathfut
'she looks as though she didn't know that
wrong cD7fId be done her"
He smiled so provoEin=ly am said:
Don't judge the dead, Hazel-a will may
yet be foand"
1T isn't the dead L judge, but tie liv-
inr,o | said SharFly
IF it is nay father you are Judging,
please don't even il thought associate
wrong with his name" His ewes flashed,
and he drew himself up till he looked eight
instead OF six feet tall. But 1 only tossed
my head. 1t is all very well to be so high
and mighty, but facts are facts.
There, have been crying, and blOtted
my journal. st this rate l Shall acrPT get
sleepy.
Everybody came tonight. and the par
Tor did look charming. They all had a
lovely time-all but ma-things went awry
with me. Nothing could he prettier than
that Flower Game. On the comfortable
were quantities of natural flowers. all tied
with little noSegays, each kind Of flower by
itself. Dir. Howe read from his paper
quotations from poems, each one naming
some flower or plant, ard the company
were to tell the name OF the author. Miss
Howe and Charlie were umpires to decide
who spoke first, and Charlie handed the
Hover named rs a prize to the winner.
1t was very amusing To see how the most
familiar lines puzzled us, and to hear the
right answer when one least expected. l
was so surprised TO near baShful Lucy
Brown pipe uD "Hamlet" to 'PanSieS,
that's for thoughts" I was glad she got
the bunch to reward her courage.
Seneca Evarts guessed so many, that it
was quite provoking, and he was invited
TO Igi,a h :
spoils.
Gussie Flint ou,did herself in beaming
upon Charlie. The girls said she had been
examining poetry for = week. and she got
several nOSegays. How she simDered
when Charlie gave her the pin!.s for Burns
And will pu' the pink, the emblem o my
For she's the pink o. womankind, and
blooms without Il peer"
She may have her peerS--but her match
hope there is not.
To make variety some of US girls had
painted a few flowers not in season on
cards or simple plaques, like ''flower-de-
luce" that was LOngfellow's, aud Honey
suclle" out of the MAY Queen"
1t was very nice for poor lame Herbert
to get the branch of coral for his cabinet.
No one but he seemed to know MoOro's
- crimson blossom of the coral zee
In the warm isles of india's sunny sea
Three things were cut and dried before
hand, everyone being in the secret except
Aunt Nora.
MIR. Howe read very Quietly ''Consid,,4.
the lilies" no one spoke, and at last Aunt
Nora said: There is no harm, children,
that l can see, in using the Makers COM
of His work. Those are our
Lords words in Matthew 6: ~, | believe"
Thereupon n beautiful Weigewo ID urn
was brought out in which grew an annun-
citation lily full of blossoms ard buds. l.
WAS birthday gift, and how pleased and
touched Auntie was,
After awhile she was trapped by another
long pause, and came to the rescue OF her
beloved Wordsworth, on the lines My
heart with pleasure" etc. That time she
received a china plaque with e~Iuisitely
painted daffoiils.
She said, half laughing and .Ialf CRYING,
That she wouldn't open her mouth again
but she did.
Mr.. Howe read the whole of mistress
Mary" ending with pretty maids all in q
row."
..Shame on YOU an.n exclaimed Aunt
Nora, at last-'have yOl forgotten your
old Mother GooSe:"
How we shouted and clappcd, as she was
presented with a framed photograph. n
group of the twenty poor little girls she has
come to her house Saturdays TO learn
needle work, Il branch uf education so
neglected, she laments, il schools nova
days.
All the time, rs far as the game went,
seemed ton.ue-tied, again and again COM
ing to the point Just too late. when | knew
the poem like 4, l., c. did manage 20 speak
up when they save
That which we call Il rose
by any o:hcr name would smell rs sweet"
Several said ''ShakeSpearr," but | said
''Julie:te," ana SO | won. As Charlie
handled me a bunch OF delicious hlushinc
roses, he said in an undertoae-qUte ig-
noring our passage at arms-"ThiS is
hardly fair, Hazel-roseS where there are
enough alreadv:" and he looked at me so
that felt my cheeks turn from pink to
purple.
Enough is enough then:'' I said, hate
fully, and waved the flowers away. THAT
deep pink quarrels with nv red dress"
sand To my next neighbor by way Of ex
PLANTATION.
Charlie coolly laid the roses aside, and
before l came up stairs, went into the
parlor and got thenl-and now they fill the
room with the smell of summer.
Charlie staid after the Others went away,
and left him talking with Aunt Nora in
the sitting-room. That's why | missed NV
usual latter the ball" gossip with her. /
didn't even say goodnight to Charlie.
l am ve1ed that | seemed So stupid in the
came. Papa thought I'd outsIline them all.
did manage to get this hit OF aspen that
hangs limp and forlorn from my button
hole. l could rot easily miss on Tenny-
sons Farewell"
And here thine aSpcnS Shivrr.
And here by these shall hum the bee
Forever and forever.
All the time Charlie was handing the
sprig to me he was complimenting Gussie
Flint on her lap-Gull OF trophies.
Some one said that poem was too sad to
,hoOSe from, hut Miss Howe said Bit OF
ASPEN was too rare to be neglected. Then
Charlie said they might have taken the
aspen in
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please"