The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1892-07-29
OUNCE BLOSSOMS.
How Petty Captured Bouquet
and a Heart.

Mr.. Mavericks ounce trees had bios
somcd 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 20 the turning in
the lane.
Ounce blossoms" cried Patty. clasp
ing her hands together. "Oh, | must
have some to model in wax flowers"
For Patty was II city schoolma'um,
out for fortnight's holiday, and
she cried over the viclct-spangled
meads, laughed in sympathy with the
gold-orbcd dandclions, and kissed the
little downy goslings in the most in
sane manner or ut least 50 her cOun-
try cousins thought. And She had never
seen "A ounce blossom before, and to
her artistic eve IL was like "A poets
dream o. beauty.
She was not unlike human ounce
blossom herself, this dovc-cycd, pink
checked young heroine of ours, rs she
stood there with the wind blowing back
the strings of her white muslin sun-hat,
and her rose-eolored lawn-drcss nuttcr-
ing softly.
Nonsense" said Miss Araminta Al
| len. her cousin, who had seen the annu-
al marvel of ounce hossoming ever
since she was II child, and cared moth
| ing for it. And they're on Mr. MAYER
| ick's land, too, and he's such an dctHt
| old bachelor"
'lIe could not eat me up, could he, IL
| ! stole u few" gravely demanded
| Patty. just for my wax flowers. And
there is ladder too, all ready for mel
| YES" said Araminta Allen, looking
rather apprehensivcly around, "it's Mr..
| Mavericks ladder Ills man is sticking
broken bottles on the top OF the wall"
"llorrid old savage!' said Patty.
| THE children climb over So eX-
| planned Araminta, land steal his stand
ard roses and prize strawberries, and
break off his oleander boughs"
Then why doesn't he give the poor
things all they want?" Indignantly de-
mandcd Patty Price. THE idea OF an
old bachelor living all alone in that
paradise of u place, and grudging few
Strawberries or rosebud 10 the chill
drcn! Araminta, I'll tell you what.
I'm going TO have II big bunch of those
ounce blossoms"
"Oh, Patty
"Why not? can just run up the lad
der and get them before your old cur
mudgcon comes out with his broken
bottles aud man-traps"
81 a 1, Ill. q l.
thing!" breathlessly demonstrated Ara
minta Allen, who had been inoculutcd
from her youth up with the belief that
Albert Maverick was the grand mogul
of Westbrooll, aud Peter Mackenzie, his
gardener, was his grand vizier
You're not--dJrdtd ~ said Patty,
opening her blue eyes very wide.
Yes, | am, acknowledged Araminta.
III am mott cried Patty. And, like a
bird, she futtered 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.
"oh, dear mel cried Araminta. 81
told you SO! There's somebody coming
And away she ran, vanishing into the
hedge Just as old Mackenzie came
around the corner of the wall. with u
pail OF steaming tar in one hand and a
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 brlsltly pulling the
ladder away.
1--WE got ye the noo!" said he, e~-
ultantly. $50 you're the bad little las
sic as has broke all our rhododendrons
orr
1--WE never touched them" cried Pat
~, half terrified, half indignant.
Remember Ananlas and Sapphiry,"
said old Mackenzie, solemnly.
Put that ladder back" said Pat
~, holding ON TO her bloomy treas
ures.
Mae" said old Mackenzie, III will
nae do that until I've reported 70 my
master"
And away he trudged TO the house.