The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1892-06-16

ing sky.
They were walking very slowly now,
and so busily talking that Billy decided
they didn't want him, and he went
quietly home, giving the frog to the
cook 'for Miss Edith's breakfast, but, -
as an afterthought, mot for DR..
Browne"
1t was early spring again when Billy
day, his hands full of sweet violets.
Edith, drawing at an east window,
looked around brightly.
"Oh, you darling!'
For you, Miss Edith; and I know
where there are just bushels of cow
slips for your at home tomorrow in
the big punch bowl. Now if we could
take the mare in the old village cart,
you and -
But am going to drive this after
noon"
who WITH"
''Dr. Browne"
"Oh!" and the child turned away.
Then he saw a low dish of violets on
the table
'Where did you get those?" The
steady gaze of the brown eyes brought
a pretty pink color to her cheeks.
''From DR.. Browne"
"Oh! but mine are prettier."
"Of course
Two big tears had come into the
brown eyes.
"And Billy, I want to tell you some
thing;' and Edith drew him down be-
side her in the great wicker chair Il an
going to marry DIR. Browne in the fall.
'And go away?' The two tears hac
begun to roll down Billy's rosy cheeks
but stopped half way and evaporated il
his establishment.
yes, but l will come home every
summer"
'Honor bright?"
Honor bright"
"And you like my vio,ets?"
Indeed 1 do. You were my frs
love, Billy boy"
Well, the summer sped by, Octobe,
came and the wedding day was a
hand. Billy's mother worked long ane
earnestly, and as a result piles of lace
trimmed, beribboned garments were
away. These Billy reverently viewee
from afar, but when the presents be
gan to come he was in his element, fo1
he united parcels, folded paper ano
Irvine, and said: "How lovely!" whe1
the present came to view. He carried
the piles of notes of thanks to the pos
office and smiled at the postmaster wh<
smiled back at him and asked: IAN,
more, Billy?"
''Oh. lots" was the reply; "for two
parcels and an express bundle are jus
come, and old Mrs. Greene, the ricl
one, has sent nothing yet"
On the eventful day the little churcl
was all trimmed with chrysanthemums
The chancel was full of them. Pur,
white, yellow, brown. red and pink il
artistic confusion. DR.. Browne an<
Edith put the very last touches them
selves
At last it was about done, and they
sat down in the back of the church K
enjoy one long look, while the sexto1
swept up the litter
don't you think we ought to hav.
perfectly pure white ones for the vases
Edith?'
~ know. Great ones like lovely
feathers in the west garden by the
well;' and Billy was off like shot.
What a dear child that is, Edith"
Eyes, indeed. Do you like the white
and yellow together, dear?'
Billy was back in no time, his hands
full of the great feathery beauties; ane
while DR.. Browne put them in the
vases, he sat in q back pew with hi.
dear Miss Edith.
isn't it pretty, Billy?'
lawfully. Oh, Miss Edith" and he
took her hand in his, II shall miss you
so, SO much!'
Edith did not see the alteration in the
brown eyes lifted to hers. She glanced
at the dirty little hands all green from
picking the chrysanthemums, and gen.
thy unclasped them.
and then she went to talk to Dr.
Browne.
Billy was dressed betimes for the
wedding and stood picturesque little
figure in the west door of the church.
Soon the people began to pour in, all
sorts and kinds, and at last DIR. Browne
and his best man appeared, and Billy
ran to meet them.
''Hello, Dr. Browne"
Hello, BILLY boy. l say, I've left my
gloves. Could you get them?"
Billy went, and, after long search
found them and took them to DR.
Browne in the vestry just five minutes
before the ceremony began.
Thanks, awfully, Billy, you're fine
boy
YOU'RE welcome;" and the chile
turned away, a PARKWAY look in his
eyes. 1t seemed very hot, and there
were so many people.
II say, Browne, why didn't you give
the little chap a seat in the choir? He
could see and not be SEEM
''Never thought of it. Your can't ex
pect a fellow to think of every thing at
this crisis of his life. I'll give him a
quarter tonight"
But Billy didn't want "a quarter
He squeezed his way through the
crowd to the church door, where tall
usher met him with: mo more room. u
But I'm Billy"
"Who?'
BILLY, Susan's boy, you know"
The tall usher nodded, he knew. An
usher has to know a great deal.
II think you may go up to the gallery.
There were orders not to let up the
crowd, but you may CO."
Billy nodded and few up the stairs.
The organist smiled at him. They were
great friends. 1t YVES an old churah