The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-06-24
My Lady of the Apple. Blossoms.

II 1 were TO enshrine her heart for eter-
nal keeping ] would swing about il
cchser with the incense OF apple blossoms
Lasting and ever delicious would have
the memory of this sweet girl: no poppy
fragrance, no sensuous deadening would
crave. The fragrance OF apple blossoms
is refreshing and vivifying-and for such
would 1 have her presence with me always.
Is il not like a lad of sixteen to find
himself i'm such rhapsody?
These are not flowers, said she, long
time ago. Flowers fade and die and are
beautiful only for day, while there is
fruition TO these. Why do true lovers sigh
over flowers and Iiken them in their beau
ties to adored ones? My apple blossoms
live on and the winter finds them turned
to a bounty OF ripened fruit. l cannot
give you sprig of these to take with
you, Grafton. for they would remind you
only of the spring and you must remember
me with hope for the time to come. when
you will return and our summer Begin
Our. whole world till then seemed to be
no further than the old orchard reached
to the north and no further than the little
steeDled church down the hill on the road
to town. But beyond cold and selfish.
without the warmth and sweet living OF
our world, was another world which had
no desire to explore. My father, however,
thought il best that / should study law.
Said / to Nell. with my heart too full
of the day TO weigh my words TO the
meaning she would take: But, Nell,
there are bitter apples after the blossoms.
The blossoms are falling and showering
upon us to-day. The few years we are to
wait will be bitter years. Wise young
man was to speak prophecy.
Grafton" and her lip trembled, eve
must have hope this bitter season-hope
for happiness when the season is past
AS / passed to the outer world l saw
her standing under the big apple tree. The
breeze was over the young wheat, family
whipping the waves to the orchard, where
the apple blossoms crested them with
foam
There was no signaling goodbye with
handkerchief. but 1 thought her eyes must
be trimming with tears. My lovely Lady
of the Apple Blossoms
LYDIA and / talked about ideals, profess
sing very fine thoughts without the least
sincerity and claiming the ideals usually
banded about by college boys and girls.
Such a movement of intellect is very good
in the adjustment of college sweethearts,
and about this college-city girl was polish
and brlliancy Irresistible. Eel roses on
thu bush, fearful with the dew were never
as pretty to me as the red roses LYDIA wore
on her breast. Many of the boys brought
her roses-and so did L till one morning
L saw her servant throw dust pan of the
faded beauties in the street. w
"Why do you bring me no more flowers? ?"
petulantly asked LYDIA, afterwards. do
you care less for me? Bring. me a red rose
tonight if you love me-"
She wore no other flowers but my rose
at the class entertainment that night How
her face beamed. How proud was l. How
jealous were the other fellows The per-
fume of the will overpower the scent
of the apple blossoms.
When / left college and went to the great
city she showed me the faded rose in her
locket and vowed that forever would she
keep it there. She stood on the station
platform and waved her scarf as the train
whirled away.
Thirty years of life had scarcely been
mine at the time my first big law case
netted me considerable sum, sufficient to
warrant summer trip to Europe. / was
of the lucky. lucky: even Miss Anne
Watson conceded ii, predicting, however
in apologize way, that it would be genius
ability and all that sort to bring me a
great future. This young woman had
dreamy eyes that followed the stars, SO
high ranged her thoughts; just such a
woman as the prosy man would call in
different if he met her in society, as I
did. She saw no reason why she could not
| make me happy, and, as 1 had been per-
| sistent, she promised to use her best en-
deavor towards nurturing that exotic to
| high society-bliss. After a careful investi-
| CATION Mr.. Watson passed judgment on my
| prospects, giving me rating no better nor
| worse than that which commercial agen-
| cy would have furnished on application
| The trip abroad ended, the closing details
| could be discussed.
American Beauty roses were her favor
ties. One would think the florists grew
| those ungainly blooms in gold dust Whiffs
| of the apple blossoms, free for the gather
ing, contain more delight. She bought
bunch of roses with her to The
dock, and as it gives a voyager such a
/ good feeling to have his friends bid him
adieu as he sails. / was in most excellent
spirits; singularly enough, 1 was not sad
at the thought of parting. On that ship of
| mine were enough air castles to sink it,
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her head as the grating and changing of the
ships machinery began; then, evidently
tirlng, she dropped her hands languidlv
and-sharply turned about -
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All this talk about widows being really
dangerous is bosh. and Mr. Weller. sr
was only an ignorant person whose iudp.
| ment has little license to be cited A mar
in middle life might as well try TO differ.
| entlate between natural and artificial ice as
| to make comparisons with an unmarried
woman some days journey beyond the
| Rubicon and a widow as the contrasts
| Mrs. Nettles, whom knew at thirty-five-
| thirty-fve for her and thiry-five for me
was an eminently sensible and pleasing
woman who wore pansies, crocuses and
other flowers in a tumble. cannot saw
that she was good looking, because soci.
| ETY. had set upon her seal STAMPED
| Pieasant, which, as everyone knows
is the attribute given every woman
who is not positively hideous and repulsivt
in manner, and who has no particula,
claims to anything prepossessing. And, then
wealth is competent evidence in a socia
| court
Pleasant little woman, she referred ey
erything to her lawyers, with whom l could
| no doubt, arrange any matters as to tn.
proper entailment of her first husband:
estate.
Black was becoming to her. so much 81