Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1892-09-02
OUNCE BLOSSOMS.
How Patty Captured n Bouquet
and a Heart

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somed unusually full this spring.
Like tossing pillows OF pale pink, the
laden boughs hung over the old stone
wall, showering rosy petals down at
every breeze; and Patty Price stood
still with little ecstatic exclamation
OF delight as she came 10 the turning In
The lane.
Ounce blossomsl" cried Patty, clasp
ing her hands together. "Oh, must
have some to model IN wax flowers"
For Patty was o city schoolmR'am,
out for a fortnights holiday, and
she cried over the violet-spangled
meads, laughed In sympathy with the
gold-orbed dandclions, and kissed the
little downy gosliugs in the most In
sane manner or at least so her coun-
try cousins thought. And she had never
seen a ounce blossom before, and TO
her artistic eye IL was like poets
dream of beauty.
She was not unlike human ounce
blossom herself, this dove-eyed, pink
checked young heroine of ours, as she
stood there with the wind blowing back
the strings of her white muslin sun-hat,
and her rose-colored lawn-dress hutter-
ing softly.
Nonsense" said Miss Araminta Al
len, her cousin. who had seen the annu-
Rl marvel OF ounce blossoming ever
since she was a child, and cared moth
ing for IL. "And they're on Mr.. Maver-
ick's land, too, and he's such an QgTal
old bachelor"
"Hc could not eat me up, could he, IL
stole fewp" gravely demanded
Patty. Just for my wax flowers. And
there Is n ladder, too, all ready for mel"
Eyes, said Araminta Allen, looking
rather apprehensively around, Its Mr..
Mavericks ladder. His man is sticking
broken bottles on the top Of the wall"
"Horrid old savage" said Patty.
1.-THE children climb over So" eX-
planned Araminta, land steal his stand
ard roses and prize strawberries, and
break off his oleander bowghs."
Then why doesn't he give the poor
things all they want?" Indignantly de-
manded Patty Price. THE idea Of an
old bachelor living all alone in that
paradise OF place, and grudging few
Strawberries or a rosebud to the chill
drenl Aramintn, III tell you what
Pm going TO have big bunch of those
ounce blossoms"
''oh, Pattyw
"Why notP can just run mp the lad
mudgeon comes out with his broken
bottles and man.traps."
please, Patty, don't think of such a
thing" brOathlessly demonstrated Ara
minta Allen, who had been inoculated
from her youth up with the belief that
Albert Maverick was the grand mogul
OF Westbrook, and Peter Mackenzie, his
gardener, was his grand vizier.
You're not-dtrdid ?' said Patty,
opening her blue eyes very wide.
"Yes, am, acknowledged Araminta.
~ am notw cried Patty And, like u
bird, she luttered up the ladder, scaled
the heights of the garden wall. and in
another minute had both hands full Of
pink and white ounce blossoms and
buds.
'0h, dear mew cried Araminta. ~
told you sol There's somebody coming"
And away she ran, vanishing into the
hedge just as old Mackenzie came
around the corner OF the wall. with
pail OF steaming tar in one hand and
basket of fractured bottles in the other.
And Just as Patty would have with
drawn her forces In good order, he null
lifted her retreat by brisKly pulling the
ladder away.
I've got ye tho nool" said he. ex-
ultantly. $50 you're the bad little las
sic as has broke all our rhododendrons
OFF,
"I've never touched theml" cried Pat
~, half terrified, half indignant.
Remember Ananias and Sapphiry,"
said old Mackenzie, solemnly.
Put that ladder baclSi" said Pat
ty, holding on to- her bloomy treas
ures.
Mae" said old Mackenzie, II will
nae do that, until I've reported TO my
MASTER"
And away he trudg,d 70 the house,
where Mr.. Maverick was reading Gar
lyle" In a great hammock under tho
vine shaded veranda.
Eve caught her, Nee ster Mauverickl"