The national leader., 1889-05-18

sea, while the fierce storms of winter
swept through the north, the balmy air
and sunny skies have won thousands
from ali parts of the country to enjoy
the delicious climate of the Flowery
Land.
Resting under the grateful shade in
the Plaza, promenading the sea wall, or
threading the narrow streets, wherever
they may go, the tourists meet often
little boy and girl daintily dressed, with
bouquets of flowers. and baskets of
oranges. The populous verandas of the
San Marco are daily visited by the
diminutive pair, and the little boys
please buy my oranges, nice sweet
oranges" seconded by the pleading look
in his dark eyes, seldom fails to secure
customer.
Nesting amidst their own dark,
glossy leaves, the fruit looks tempting
indeed, yet now and then some thrifty
individual says,
Pretty dear, you are, seems to me;
can buy oranges in the market at half
the price you charge"
"Am I?'' replies the boy laughing
roguishly, " but these oranges are not
in the market at any price, the seedless
orange is very choice variety. Try
one sir.'' And so the stock is soon ex-
hausted, while little Ella, in her white
muslin and blue sash, with her golden
curls falling from under her wide
brimmed hat, has ventured among
group of ladies further on.
please buy my dowers they are very
sweet, she says, shyly lifting the basket
toward the ladies.
mot as sweet as you are,'' is the
thought of many, while one asks, who
arranges the flowers so prettily2 Every
bouquet is the work of an artist. Look, !"
and she held up the clusters of roses of
every tint, the yellow jasamine and the
violets.
Mamma ties them in bunches,'' said
Ella simply.
! "These are the minister's children,
mamma whispered young lady to
the questioner. ''The one we liked SO
much last wiLter. He died short time
ago. Poor little dears.''
The flowers were all taken, and in the
!, silken purse Ella held in hand, was u
brave show of silver.
Thank you, ladies,' she said II
should like to come again"
"And we should be happy to see you
every day." a pretty young girl answer
ed.
And so it came about, that as regu-
larly as the sun arose, the little flower
and fruit merchants might be seen going
up and down the long verandas with
their tempting wares.
Mrs Rollo was greatly surprised at
the success of the young flower sellers.
With her own hands she titled the moist,
rich earth, which brought forth so
hountifully, and the laborers whom she
sometimes hired to assist her, looked
wonderingly at the delicate little woman
| VINO accomplished SO III ucH.
Yet when ladies called upon her, as
they often did now, for the rose garden
was becoming famous, she was the
gentle, cultivated lady of old, with a
little more energy and decision of char
acter.
"YOu are an enigma to me-" said a
fashionable lady from northern city.
"You were never trained to business,
Mrs. ROllo, yet you succeed admirably. :"
"Thank you," replied that lady.
Necessity is stern teacher, butt a good
one."
"And then your terrible sorrow" !"
the lady resumed. "It seems to me 1
should have sunk under the awful loss. -
Mrs. Rollo did not answer for a
moment, and then there was tremu-
lousness in her tones.
1.-The best panacea for grief is to
engage earnestly in worthy work. !"
she said, my dear children must be
cared for. 1 could not sit down in help
less grief, and see them drifting from
me.n
pardon me-" said the lady impul-
sively. "You are quite right, and you
are real heroine. Your children, too,
are brave, and win all hearts. You will
succeed. prophesy it fearlessly," and
she left large order for flowers to be
sent to her room.
There is an old adage-''Not
succeeds like success" and Mrs. Rollo
was an illustration. She had dign1fed
labor, and held her position as lady of
culture and refinement, though she