The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1886-08-25

A silence FOLLOWED Anna = Ncf1S- VIM
lasted 80 long that she looked up quickly
lust as the old smile came back to Mis-
Priscilla's face, and she wiped the moist
ure from her eyes
s9iet your things out, b SAID IN !
voice that trembled IN spite Of her, "ano
IN teach YOU to make yiolets,' adding
mentally. .for loves sake"
After several attempts Alma was able
to make a tolerable fair imitation ofa NO
let. and she resolved TO practice all day
and select an assortment Of the best ioi
the bows to sell that evening.
Mis- Pricilla paid the rest OF her visits
calling finally on the wounded mechanic
whom she cheered and encouraged 80
much that he forgot all about his pam
and rather accepted the misfortune as q
blessing.
That night she opened the bureau
drawer AZ home. took out the bundle OF
yellow letters, and the bunch of faded
%violets. and seating herself in front OF
WiIlie's picture, read them all over, cry
ing softly.
"Tm a foolish. sentimental old woman,
she said at last, and went TO bed
When she called the next day upon
Alma, she found the young girl In the
best of spirits.
aOh. Miss Priscilla !" she said, the
violets brought me good fortune. The
BOYS sold all that i made;. and one
gentleman wanted a pot of the paper
violets and Jimmy gave him my adj
dress, and he il coming here this even
ing.
There wa a knock at the door, and
before Miss Priscilla could retreat into
the adjoining room, the door opened,
and a stout, middle-aged man walked in
smiling pleasantly.
Il came TO see about the pot of yiolets
-" he began, but stopped suddenly,
and stared ixedly at Miss Priscilla's
crimson face.
Priscilla :" he cried at last, and took
a step towards her, holding out his arms.
Willie ~ she cried, and with Il sob OF
JOY sprang into his outstretched arms.
- At first Alma was 50 astonished that
she did not know what to do but finally
she stole softly from the room, and it was
a half hour before she heard Miss Pris-
elias voice bidding her return.
Miss Priscilla and the stout gentleman
rose as she entered the room.
Alma said Miss Priscilla, this is
Mr.. William Arnold, and" blushing
coyly and looking up into his face, we
were friends many years ago, and some
day"
You'll write yourself Mrs. VIM. Ar
nold-hey, little woman ?" he Grid.
I'm sure I'm very glad" said Alma,
not knowing what else TO say.
Glad? ?" cried Mr.. Arnold; so you
ought TO be. You've made two people
just a. happy as turtle-doyes, and | cant
forget thatit was your violetsthat brought
about this meeting. | went away across
the ocean, and they told me that Prlscil-
la-Miss Curtis-was dead. l, of course,
believed it, but | never ceased TO think
of her. and when / saw those violets n
your little brothers tray last night, and
remembered how she used To love them,
| determined to get a potful that would
always be in bloom"
Well. Mr.. William Arnold and Miss
Priscilla went away together, and for
days thereafter there were busy prepara-
tons in the little cottage, and finally a
wedding Of two people, old in years but
young in heart.
Mr.. Arnold interested himself in John
Brainerd and his invention, and assisted
him I get il patented when it was per
fected.
1t proved a success, and with the mon
ey its sale brought him John and Alma
were married.
So, as Mr.. Arnold quietly put it, " four
hearts were made happy through a bunch
of paper violets."