Daily Yellowstone journal., 1885-08-05
A LITTLE PRIMROSE.

after q moments waiting, in deeper,
sierher. more inward. burdened tones. the
call Is repeated
~ riimu La"
The two young men lettering on the
porch Of the fine old country house listen
and look amused
-hark! the wild echoes flying, flying,
flying" quotes one, happily. where can
Fimula be-"
-Why such authority" asks the other
carelessly. ~Primuai it's pretty name
right pretty primrose maiden name
-Uh.l the Prims are autocrals here!
They like to be obeyed. The others are
mere dependencies And that reminds
me, | am glad they have taken you in:
you're lucky in falling into such good
hands You are sure you are no worse
for your drenching. you poor. benighted.
storm taken pedestrian. your"
-No; Imall right, only this COMPOUNDED
headache I've been trying TO walk oil the
last two weeks But. tell me-
I'll tell YOU nothing There comes
the servant 10 BID YOU to supper I'm OIL
Yes. You'll like the general; he is a fine
old fellow. Ia, Ia"
He was sure 10 like the general"
When Mark Ormond entered the parlor
TO which he was conducted after
supper. he looked about him with
some eagerness lie wondered If Primula
would BE- there! A tall handsome youth
sat at the piano, playing bits of Schu.
MAINS "Star Wreath Gen rim was
in his armchair by the fireplace; the tall,
stately lady who had sat at the table pour.
ing tea aud talking with such sweet and
noble hammered hospitality. and whom
John. the servant. addressed as 50 Madam,
was here at the center, table. ending over
her knitting. Surely. she was not rim
ula. either,
He wished some one would call out
again, . rimula,"
Sit there. If you please. The gen.
eral indicated a chair by the window
THE view there is considered the best of
any frem our windows 10 you like
muster"
Mark begged that he musician would
proceed The general resumed his seat
The splendid hammered. proud cid sol.
der, with his crutch and his snuff. box,
was. IL was plain q be seen, a scholar Of
the fiHe old school # the past
All yes: / was Just going 10 ask Wal.
ter 10 play some Of my favorites-the old
music, sir. There is nothing like the old
music"
The lovely melodies filed the room.
Every one listened
You like that Mr. Ormondg II Is
from Gays opera, The BeggaT. lheard
IL the first time was in London. said
The general The first time | was in
London and saw kean-r
cam" repeated Mark, in some sur.
prise, What. Edmund Eean""
-Ay. Edmund Kean! All, there was
an actor He played against the elder
Booth as Othello. To hear him say"
g-Uh, we've heard all that before, Grand
papa Silver Hair!" interrupted Walter. a
little saucily, from the piano 1t is an
old story. as old as the hills. isn't II,
Madam AnneH"
The boy began TO play noisily and
stormily. There was little melody in his
music; he did wait for Madam Anne TO
answer him. but instinctively, Mark knew
that the subject Of ondon "reminiscences
was dislasteful 10 the youth; that the talk
Of London Jared aud put him out of
tone.
The general frowned
Its an old story, Is III and you are
tired of il; and am old. too, my boy
but ! like those memories lie turned 10
Mark. 1T was my first visit abroad My
friend, Miss Alice Erotherton. was Of our
party; she liked the theatres To hear
kean say. magnihcently. rs Othello;
'Oihellos occupations gone
Again Walter interrupted, sharply:
Others have said it. too, grandpapa,"
There was u note of pain In the ads
voice. Here is your favorite march sir "
Mark listened with panied interest, feel.
ing a strange pity for the lads sorrow.
Suddenly he seemed 10 hear stir-a faint
sigh close beside him. lie turned
quickly.
did brighten your II is only !. ="
said a sweet shy voice Il have been 10
look nj the primroses.
Only |. The sweet, slight shape
clothed In white came forward out of The
moonlit window ne hand held back
the long. Embossed, golden tresses from
her virgin cheek the other dropped ct
her side. held a great bunch Of the most
fragrant towers
is it you. child'" called the general
.Come here
The air seemed all at once bright and
sweet and clear.
You should not be on, so late, Prlm
ula, said Madam Anne. in her stately,
serene way; not even for primroses
It's always primrose.time here, " said
Walter, and for the first time his voice
was light ] e began TO play once more.
and now his music was like a hymn Of
JOY.
When the little home. party broke up
hate that evening, Mark OrmOnd offered
his arm to the old general
will you not let me assist you, sir, in
place Of Walterl" he said ~Pray lean
on my arm l should esteem il a great
favor.
They moved away slowly down the
room into the hall, the old. silver. haired
man talking volubly, the younger one
listening Here was portrait there a
piece Of old thirteenth century carving;
IN another place silver horn-a drinking
cup
detest London!" Mark heard Walter
saying. sharply.
Madam Anne turned from saying her
gracious good night TO Mark
will you 20 with me TO my room.
Primulay want you 10 help about The
embroidered run es that were sent back
by Warren 10 day. ] am not quite sure Of
the right number
Young Walter, with his hand on the
window sill, turned and looked back
angrily. ...
why not call servant for thatiA he
flashed out, but his fire was lost Madam
Anne pulled her satin scarf about her
stately shoulders The poor little prim-
rose maid followed; some Of her faint.
sweet fragrance Of light and odor seemed
% have died out since madam spoke
Going up the stairr. Gen. Prim re.
garded the young friend with kindly
Dyes.
sYou have a 0entle touch he said