The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1893-06-02

"say dozen of u.s." said Dick, lib
orally. But to return. Don't you
think, all of you, that few camellias
would set the old room off handsome
ly?"
There's bushels of them in bloom
over at Glenburnie." This from RATE.
i'Glenburnie!''-
Lorimer turned warning glance
upon Rafe. Mrs. Lorimer slowly repeat
ed the word in a thick voice:
"Glenburnie!'
| She had folded her trembling hands
in her lap and turned wondering eyes
on the daring suggester of this plan for
! identifying the White Cliffs sitting
room.
RATE stood his ground with outward
/ composure:
"Yes'm, at Glenburnie. I rode past
there yesterday, and the japonica
bushes were loaded down with bios
soms.:'
They sell the flowers" said Richard.
combatively, land we are as free to buy
them as anybody"
''She sells the fowers!" Scorn, sur
prise and disgust struggled for the mas
| terry in Mrs. Lorimer's voice.
Yes, ma'am. Why not?"
The frown on the mistress forehead
deepened. Lorimer looked beseeching-
ly at the boys. Did they not know as
we'll as he did how hard their mother
had struggled for the stoicism she
, would need for this coming ordeal?
And was it not a pity to have it shat
tered by dragging Glenburnie into such
unnecessary prominence? There was
an ominous silence.
| Dick got up, and, after moving aim
| lessly about the room for a second, NUT
tered something about reporting prog
ess," and made his escape. Rafe, going
over to the window that gave him the
| best view of the White Cliffs flower
| garden, tried to whistle down his dis
comfort, but only succeeded in increas-
ing his consciousness of it, until in
spired to say 81 see a few lantanas and
one chrysanthemum out yonder. I'll
pull them, and put them in tumbler
peared. Mrs. Lorimer's trembling voice
| broke the silence after awhile:
"And they knew that would sooner
see White Cliffs draped in Grape from
garnet to cellar than made gay with a
flower that grew at Glenburnie."
''Is not that putting it rather strong.
mother?" said Lorimer, STOPPING to re-
cover the ball of worsted which had
fallen from her lap. He kneeled to re-
place it in the tremulous hand she
stretched out for it. There was some
thing very pitiful to the strong man in
that repressed agitation. He pressed
his lips to his mothers withered white
palm with caressing tenderness.
/ She rewarded the lznightly gesture
with awintry smile, as she passed her
disengaged hand over his ruddy cheek
in fleeing caress.. But the dark mood
'frown came back as she said, in an I'M
compromising voice:
Il cannot put it too strong. Lorimer.
| 1t is impossible. You boys only guess
ut few things Imeant when the last
one of you came of age to have told you
all about it Twas waiting for Dennis
to be tweuty-one. Then / meant to
parcel up the land between you all, and
to tell you the truth about Glenburnie -
Dennis was twenty-one two years
ago, mother. But" hastily. as she
raised imploring eyes to hlm-"don't let
us talk about unpleasant things to-
night"
THANK you, dear" 1t was said
almost timidly. Then she added: "Be
patient little while longer, my dear. y
Lorimer looked away from his
mothers disturbed face to the branches
of the rosetree that grew close enough
| to the dining-room window for its roses
to lie pluckea, when there were any in
| bloom. He was consciously suffering a
great wrong. But how was q man to
go about righting a. wrong put upon
him by n woman. and that woman his
mother?