The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-08-14

once more by Robin Lindsay s Sid(
and heard him tell her that he shout
never see their blossoms again with
/; out thinking of this garden of his cousi
Meta.
because they are Marguerites, an,
am Margaret" she asked.
'If you like. Or because they ar,
fair and white, and tall and stated,
and beautiful" said Mr.. Lindsay
Shall l find them and you still here
when come back, l wonderp vii
the daisies bloom year after year, In
spite of fogs and smoker And you,
Margaret, will you be here, in spite OF
all the suitors who will try to win and
wear the Marguerite that is the one
flower in the world for mep She did
not answer for moment. She was
only seventeen, and with Robin Lind
say, at least, she was curiously shy.
And then, before she could speak, he
caught her hands in his. Don't an
swer, DEAR he said; II had no right
to ask. / will not bind you by a
single word. Only give me a flower
for old loves sake. 1t pledges you to
nothing, but may be glad to have it
II L come back some day and find no
daisies here"
lone daisy will be here" said Meta
softly-so softly that perhaps he did
not hear; or perhaps he would not.I
Robin Lindsay had no fortune but his
profession, but he was a Scots
man, and as proud as he was
poor. 1t seemed to him a baseness to
try to win a pledge from this fair
young cousin of his, whose mother
looked SO much higher for her, and to.
whom an engagement to himself
could only bring years of indefinite
waiting.
The waiting and the burden of sep
aration and doubt and anxiety should,
be his, and not hers, he told himself;
and so he went away and left her free!
not understanding that her freedom
was heavier burden than them all,
de only wrote once, formal letter
to Lady Mary, acknowledging her
hospitality, that somehow found its,
way among Metals treasures; but
every year there came Christmas
card adorned with white MargueriteI
daisies, and bearing an Indian post
mark and the initials r. L.
That was all; just such Christmas
cards as any one might have SENT
pretty tokens of cousinly remembrance
that might be the emptiest of compli-'
ments; but Meta flushed into tremb-
ling delight over them, and hid them
away as miser hides his gold. il
And Lady Mary, looking kindly att
her daug liter, with the unexpected
acumen which otherwise foolish VOL
men sometimes display in matters Of
the heart, thought to herself that if
Meta had not been such child when
Robin Lindsay went away, she might
have fancied there had been some
nonsense" between the cousins
when they wandered SO long in the
garden those soft June evenings five
ong years ago.
1t was only a passing thought, dis.
missed the next instant as too unlikely.
or serious reflection. but it came back:
o Lady Mary with startling vividness
his fair June morning as she went in
o the garden in search of Meta, and
ound her standing by the daisies with
yes that were luminous and tender. !
nd sad. The golden bosses, surround
d with pearly shafts of white, sud- [
emily recalled the Christmas cards I
hat had borne them in every variety
dainty devices. And when Lady. !
fairy looked at her daughter with un-
onscious appeal and questioning, shc
new, with thrill of unwelcome con- ,
lotion, that the girls eyes fell before I
er own. Was this t-this-that Meta,
er proud, unapproachable Meta, was f
My proud and unapproachable be-
iuse she was already won, and won i
Their clandestinely or unwooedp t
Either superstition seemed desc 6
alton to Metals mother, with Meta
andlng before her in her proud young P
,auty; only the daisies made back
'ound to her thoughts, an unacknowl- d
lged arriere pensee that had its share
determining her speech. ii
''Do you know that Lord Castleman Il
coming for his answer this morn ,
gP" she asked with an attempt at IL
verify of demeanor that was not too N
ccessful What are you gong to b.
y to him, my dearP" e
Won't you see him, mammal You h,
IL say No SO much more graciously 81
an should h,
''But need it be No. Metap" hi
What else can it beP" said Meta, W
Their drearily. pl
The daisies were an unconscious tie
w hCi tuOuSuiS also. lu6 VII
Isles that had brought only happy VI
mories and golden dreams to the
i in her teens, had come to have to
tie other meanings for the woman of wi
enty-two. yo
live years! Was it likely that the til
s-years-old story could seem any Sc
ng but boy and girl romance to
bin Lindsay nowP That was the all
sstion that the daisies had been ask ita
Margaret Lakewood this morning, We
t they had already asked her more pie
n once as the empty years went by, ow
Robin Lindsay gave no sign of thi
ming "the one flower in the world tie
him. he
Need il be No. MetaP" said her He
Their once more. Lord Castleman ihel
'ell born, distinguished, a polished we
tleman. and an upright man. me
at fault can you find in himp'' hel
None" said Meta, YEARLY. She she
lght that life would have been ant
er to her if her suitors had been q wh