Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1886-11-25
THE DEAR LITTLE DAISY.

the car, as though we were returning from
a picnic-brushing down the mud and
snow-striped trough suit" as though
brushing butterfly from a lawn-tennis
costume, and seating himself beside me, as
though he had been my escort since the
morning. / did not need to look for my
bundles, there they all were, close beside
him, minus the luckless cranberries.
"You must allow me to see you safely to
your home,n he said. ssYou are too weakly
to be trusted alone" Whatever more he
said was neither heard nor replied to; l
could neither hear nor see, nor understand.
After seeing me safely deposited in the
musty little parlor, he added: ''Now''-
but l never heard the rest, for senseless
heap was all that was left of me, ten sec
onds after touched the little lounge.
And the next voice heard was the doc
tors, and very strictly professional voice
it was, after the dear tender tones that had
sent me to sleep!
CONTINUATION FROM PRIVATE DIARY.
And so 1 spent Thanksgiving Day in bed,
and four days after. The fifth day sec
ond form followed the Doctors into the
parlor-which l had, for the first time,
reached again-and shed its eight hair and
dark eyes'' upon the face of the little mirror
which had reflected Dicks angry chances,
the evening of our discussion of that fate
full subject.
The doctor staid only long enough to feel
my pulse, change my medicine and intro
duce me to his old friend and fellow-citizen
Oh, kindly earth, open and swallow me
up! ! Ye, SHOWS, fall in heaps and bury
me from sightl Oh, sun, cease your
cruel shining, and let merciful darkness
enshroud my crushed, humiliating self! !!
for the doctor introduced me to-M. L. De-
Verne, editor-in-chief Criterion, city, who
fny, fbn 1acf aiCh+ hn1
ceiving, in the private box of his editor-in-
chiefship, the twin romances of 'Coming
Events" and my own dearly-bought story
Of self-proclaimed love and devotion for the
''dear old mole, who would not disclose"
and with whom my Identification dated from
that day when the brown eyes rested in
differently on the awning of the rival res
taurant across the way after they had de-
iciously twinlxled over their owners name
tastefully scroll-bound on the left-hand
corner of the Criterion note-head, so ac-
commodatingly displayed to his gaze
MY dear old gentleman" indeedl $50
handsome, so stylish and SO clean" GLOW
1 longed to know him!'' ''How longed to
serve with hands of love, the dainty dinner
brought by stranger hands!" Oh, you bad
little daisy, what made you tell
The scalding tears of shame burst from
my eyes. l made a dash for the door, but
a gentle, firm hold was on my wrist, gentle
1irn tones in my ear, and the ''whitest of
white handkerchiefs" wipng the tears
from my eyes!
Before going, promised to let him come
and dine with me that evening; he sending
in the dinner which should be served in
that same little parlor, which was secured
from intrusion, by q charm more potent
than any possessed by the ''Sky parlor''
tenant.
What all happened that day need not be
told.
Next day brought me little package,
which my weak happy hands could scarce
~ open, for joy at the dear familiar hand
writing, not on official business. 1t con-
tanned tiny box from Peacock's and the
daintiest little volume bound in red moroc-
co, entitled: zone Flirtation-One Thanks
giving-One Wedding-inscribed to my
dear little wife," in which was reproduced,
in daintiest type, on the most delicate pa
per, word for word of my letters to the
''dear old MOLE" relating to a certain ''ro
mantle episode' which I felt sure he
sswould not disclose''-while clear, full
faced type impressively conveyed the more
touching passages of love and admiration,
which, like boomerangs from my heart,
had returned, after, 10, these many days
The tiny box held jewel the like ofwhich
is not to be met with in any jewelers. shop
in the city. for was not Love caught in its