Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-02-26


Miss Penelope Clougnt. as they walked
away. Il see it in his eye"
She was right. Ned had deliberately
made up his mind 10 ask Miss Vale 20
be his vile, but no such happy thrills
as those which had come to him when
he held Bessie's little pink wrist and
taught her to paint her first daisy
moved him as he offered his arm 70
Edna.
IL am no longer a boy, " he thought
that sort of thing is over. | suppose
it is with every man at 30 suppose il
ought to be-"
A soft opal light filed the conserva-
tory. The air was laden with perfume.
! A sort Of soft mist seemed to hover
over the plants, and in it he saw a
yision-Bessie's face, her hand, a daisy
between the fingers. He uttered an in
articulate exclamation. 1t was gone!
Il beg pardon" he said. Really,
is your conservatory hauntedi ]
thought | saw a ghost behind h
roses"
"Oh. that was only B~essie!" said
Miss Vale.
bessie he gasped, ''only Bessie"
My little sisters maid, said Edna
she is always gliding about in that
ghostly way. She comes here to smell
the flowers, and sometimes to get a
daisy TO copy"
"A daisyr' he repeated, as II in a
dream.
Edna was familiar with the fact that
a man on the verge Of proposing often
becomes semi-idiotic. Rather in order
10 norment him than because she had
any interest in her sisters maid, she
went on:
''Oh, / assure you she is artistic!
When she has a holiday, instead Of
going out in a green frock and a red
bonnet Ia enjoy herself, she shuts her
self up and Paints daisies. Some one
some sign painter, ! prcsume-taught
her 10 do il onc upon "A time, and she
came from her native wilds TO New
York with the view Of becoming a dec
orator. | believe The Church charity
found her starving in an empty hall
room and persuaded her To go out 20
service. and tried her in the
nursery. She is quite faithful, but
such an idiot. The butler wanted "a
marry her, and mamma tried 10 talk
her into it. Such an opportunity for
the girl. But she said she had loved
once, and never could like any one
again Mamma feels sure that she
was thinking Of the sign painter. OF
course she has read romances, and fan
cies herself a heroine. Now do look al
this flower; is il not splendidf
Egbert muttered something unintelli
gible.
Edna saw that he was staring at va
cancy across the roses
, Il wonder whether he will drop OF
his knees. rs Capt. McAllister did r sh'
, asked herself az she hid a smile behind
her fan and waited for what she
thought Wa coming. But nothing
came, and in a moment il flashed upOI
Edna that the gentleman had eithe
, forgotten or repented Of his purpose II
leading her to the conservatory. VIVA
! could pique a woman mori He
, heart was full Of wrath, but she wa
equal to the emergency. Why, Their
is Mr. Lester" she cried. Il mus
, speak to her. and away she sped, fol
! lowing "a blue satin train that swep
past the conservatory door, and leav
ing Egbert, As She hoped, TO anger an,
modification.
\ For his part, however, Ned felt N
such emotions. Beyond the mass O
foliage and blossom he saw an opel
door. and in the passage beyond il IA,
fancied that a woman's figure fingered
Another moment and he had entere'
the passage. \ shadowy figure fled
With two long strides he overlook il
> peered into its face and clasped it q
his heart and all those swee emo
tons, those tender heart throbs. thos
enchanting thrills that he thought dea'
with his lost boyhoOd returned To hin
, as he whispered
ooh. Bessie, | have found you a
last. and We must ueve part again.
Mary Kyle Dallas in Fireside Con
DauiOu.