The Southern herald., 1886-02-06
WHITE ROSES.
Their Agency in Making Two Low
ing Hearts Happy.

Something over year ago." says
a New York florist, "a young man,
who was stranger to me, came into
my store and asked for single white
rose. He wanted, he said, the finest
one had in the store. He was verv
careful in selecting it, but finally found
one with long stem and few green
leaves that seemed to suit. He wanted
it sent to a young lady on Murray Hill,
whose address he gave me. Well,
when he mentioned the name / could
have given him the address, for her
folks were good customers of mine.
He told me that he wanted me to save
him white rose, the finest l could get,
every day until further orders. Well,
he used to come in every afternoon at
about five o'clock, rain or shine, call
for his rose, and see that it was prop
erly directed and sent off to the young
lady on Murray Hill. After awhile /
began to take an interest in the young
man, although for long time didn't
even know his name, for he never men
TONED it, nor did he ever send his card
with the rose. The young lady used
to come into the store quite often with
her mother and sister, and was at her
house frequently, for they entertained,
and always did the decorating, but
/ never saw the young man there.
Zone thing 1 began to notice after
awhile, and that was that the young
lady, whenever she went out of an
evening, whether to party or to a
place of amusement, always wore
white rose, and it didn't take me very
long to make up my mind, whenever
happened to see her, that the rose she
was wearing at that identical moment
had left my store at about five O'Clock
that very afternoon, The first time
noticed this was at the opera, where
60 whenever l can. She was in box
with her family, in full dress, but the
only flower she wore was a large white
rose. After awhile who should dis
cover, sitting little distance in ad-
vance of me, but the self-same young
man whose face had become so familiar
to me as my daily customer, who al
ways bought single white rose. Was
he listening to the musicp Was he
paying any attention to what was
transpiring on the stageP Not a bit OF
it. He evidently didn't come there for
that purpose. He was looking all the
time at that white rose or the wearer,
probably the latter. l don't believe he
knew there was another person in the
house. And didn't blame him very
much, for she was a picture. To my
eyes, and no doubt to his, she was the
handsomest girl in the house that night
and that was saying good deal, for
there were some of the best people in
New York present. The next day he |
came into the store as usual, and as l |
was waiting on him l ventured to say |
that saw his rose the evening before |
at the opera.
"Did YouP was all he said. He
never appeared stuck up, but still there |
was something in his manner of saying
Did youP that gave me to understand
that he did not care to converse fur
ther upon the subject. / used to be at |
the young lady's house, as have said, |
in business way, but l never saw him |
there, nor up to that time had ever |
seen them together. One day who |
should come in here at about five |
O'Clock but the young lady and her |
mother, and they hadn't been in here
tlve minutes before the young man en-
tered, He walked past them and came |
up here by the desk. They both saw |
him, but not word nor bow passed |
between either of the three. noticed |
this, and was puzzled by it, for, thinks
l, of course the young lady must know
who sends her the roses, or she
wouldn't wear them. But 1 saw some
thing very soon which set my mind at
rest on that point. The mother and
daughter were buying white violets.
and the young lady picked one out Of
the bunch and held it in her hand.
After completing their purchase, and