The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-08-14
JUNE DAISIES.
A KensingtOn Romance.


was SO walled in from intrusive eve,
was SO judiclously planted with flow
ers that could stand the air of cite
and the neIghborhood of smoke, wa
SO surrounded by trees. and the wall
that enclrcled it were so covered wit
creepers, that it was difficult to real
Ize that it was actually part of tina
"Old Court Suburb which is now
part of London itself. There was al
old bowling-green that made tn
smoOthest and greenest of tennis
lawns; there were stately alleys
planted with quaint shapes of box ant
yew; an ancient sundial and a moss
grown fountain; trim walks through
trellised doorways, that led to con
servatories gorgeous with tropica
flowers; and shady corners, much APP
preciated by the young people who
came to Lady Mary Hazlewood's gar.
den parties, and that at other times
were Meta Hazlewood's favorite re.
treat.
Lady Mary was the widow of gen.
eral and Meta was her only daughter,
tall and rather stately brunette OF
twenty-five, who had been out two or
three seasons, and had refused several
eligible offers without any very appar-
ent reason. Miss Lakewood did not
even give any reason, The gentlemen
who had done her the honor to wish
to marry her were not to her taste, she
said, and seemed to think that state
ment conclusive.
Metals Indifference to suitors was
the only point of difference between
her mother and herself. Lady Mary
would gladly have seen her daughter
suitably settled-as, indeed, what
mother would notP-but in the long
run the girl always had her way.
do you want to get rid of me,
she would ask, with one of
the smiles that were half saucy, and
wholly sweet; and there could be but
one answer to such a question. New
ertheless. Lady Mary could not help
feeling that her daughter was per-
verse. The feeling was intensified
just now by an offer from Metals latest
admirer and by the fact that Lord
Castleman seemed likely to fare no
better than those who had gone be-
lore him.
II can't understand it, my DEAR"
said Lady Mary, plaintively. "What |
was there in Sir John Hope that any
girl need have objected toP''
"He was not to my taste," said
Meta, for the hundredth time.
'Or in Captain Shawl And am
ure they both worshiped the ground
GU trod on"
-''They would have been welcome to
tanned from worshiping me-" said
deta, lightly.
"My dear, don't be fippant; when
GU really fall in love yourself, you
vill know it is not a joking matter"
"Ah! yes--when l do!' said Meta.
land now there is Lord Castleman,
nd you don't seem any more favor
bly, inclined to him." {
IL can't help it, mammal said (
leta, rather YEARLY. She rose and
altered her work together, and left '
le field TO Lady Mary. She was so
red OF these endless lamentations,
"a she knew enough of her mother
know that she would not leave her I
IT grievance till she had thoroughly
,hausted both that and her daugh-
RS patience. So Meta put on her d
It and strolled into the garden, the L
ady old world garden that always G
emed such a haven of peace and soli- q
de amid the whirl and din of the t
eat city. 1t was here that Meta
nerally came when her mothers fl
'od was too plaintive or too loqua- Il
us. not railing against the kindly, K
wise woman, even in her heart, but q
ling the need for little quiet AMI II
ltude, a little time in which to Il
Their her thoughts, and perhaps live tt
81 again the one little month in al
nch the garden had seemed greener cl
d fairer and sweeter than it had fc
or seemed since. That was five
ars ago now-that one month of m
'ta's life that had seemed to LADY is
Try, so much like any other June. e
that had made the very name of w
ne musical forever in her dauob.
s ears. tb
L was June again now, and even in ca
1don there was sense of summer lit
.he air. The garden was at its best,
h roses just unfolding, and creepers ce
emily twining and putting forth is
lcate tendrils, as yet unsmirched be
""oo VI ooot- Inc great June
'ies that grow wild in such abund- ma
IN southern pastures and on sic
szy cliffs by the sea, but that need he
much care and pains to induce
a to grow here at all, were open wi
their yellow discs, and spreading :
white fringes in the sun. is s
eta gathered one, and put it softly she
or lips. "The one flower in the ly
d? whispered the girl, and then she
blushed at her own thoughts, and che
med the flower in her girdle, and cor
herself it was folly, and worse
folly, to let any mans words ma
II in her heart like this, and come Il
to her across the years whenever, mo-
ialsies blew 1t was FIVE years dali
now, but every June, as the great tior
g daisies opened to the summer her
1t seemed to Meta that she stood cou