The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-06-17
GIRLS End FLOWERS.
One Girl Who Sells Them shrewdiy, and
One Who Uses Them Curiously.

One Girl Who Sells sTheTn ShreWdiy, and
s One Who Uses Them curioasly.
A genial old gentleman was buying
violets from the flower girl on Broadway.
"Well, Pm getting to be a pretty old
customer, Ell, Katie" he observed, as he
arranged the flowers in the lapel of his
overcoat.
you've been buyin' flowers a good
many years, sir, but you're not old yet,'
replied Katie, with the shrewd fattery
of her sex. ''I like to see a gentleman
wear flowers, especially middle aged
gentleman. That shows his heart amt
CROWN old, an it shows he likes what's
sweet an clean. notice lot of the
gentlemen lose their grip in that way
when they get along"
''How do you mean they lose their
grip, Katie?'' asked the gentleman.
''Oh, they get over carin' for vi1ets
when they get married and has fam
ilies,'' replied the flower girl. 81 see
lot of young fellers dressed up fine goin'
along here for few years, an they all
wear flowers in their coats. They are
all bright, just like the flower, and you
can't help likin' 'em for it. That's when
they're mashers an when the girls care
for 'em.
''Then they get married, an the first
thing they drop is the flowers from their
coats. That takes away all their bright
ness, an then it does seem as if they go
sort of dusty, an as if their hats were
old or not brushed. Once in while,
though, a gentleman gets married an
grows little old an still he buys vilets
like you do, sir. Then think he must
be a nicer sort of man than the rest, an
probably is very happy at home with
good wife an children"
The old gentleman blushed, and
hemmed and hawed.
''Humph! Haw-what's the price of
those roses. Katie? They look very
fresh
''Two dollars dozen sir, and they're
fresh cut this morning"
''Humph, Haw-well, pick out two
dozen nice ones and send them to my
wife. Here! This is my card. Good
morning, Katie"
''That's nice gentleman said Katie
to herself, as the customer walked away
Il guess | reminded him of his wife
though. That's the way with the best
of 'em. They never forget their own
buttonholes, but they think a woman
don't need any more roses after her hair
begins to get gray"
A girl who is such an extreme belle
and favorite that the men she knows
burden her with floral mementoes of
their regard has many strange and po-
etc ways of disposing of her superfuous
bouquets. In the first place she never
gives any preference to one over another
but selects the one she is to carry by ad-
vancing with her eyes closed to a large
table, upon which they have been indis-
cri1ninately scattered by a servant, and
selects one at random. This, she de-
clares, saves the trouble Of thinking the
question over, and gives an equal chance
to all her admirers.
She then has her maid pluck all the
petals from the roses that are left, and
these are saved until the next morning,
when, after coming out of her bath, they
are poured in II shower over her. and she
stands among them while her toilet is
completed. All the violets are collected
together each night, and after they are
thoroughly mixed the dainty maiden
makes up small bunch, which she fast
ems at the neck of her nightgown. Those
that are left arc tossed over her bed after
she has retired. The orchids are made
into as large bunch as possible and
suspended from the chandelier of her
bedroom.-New York Sun