Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-09-21
JUNE DAISIES.
A Kensington Romance.

II was only London garden, but it
was so walled in from intrusive ewes.
was so judielously planted with flow
ers that could stand the air of cities
and the neIghborhood of smoke, was
so surrounded by trees. and the walls
that encIrcled it were so covered with
'reepers, that it was difficult to real
ize that it was actually part of that
"Old Court Suburb which is now 4
part OF London itself There was an
old bowling-gr green that made the
smoothest and greenest of tennis
lawns; there were stately alleys,
| planted with quaint shapes of box and
! yew; an ancient 'sundial and moss
! grown fountain; trim walks through
/ trellised doorways, that led to con
| servatories gorgeous with tropical
flowers; and shady corners, much ap-
| preciated by the young people who
came to Lady Mary Hazlewood's gar
| den parties, and that at other times
| We're Meta Hazlewood's favorite re-
| treat.
Lady Mary was the widow of a gen
eral and Meta was her only daughter,
tail and rather stately brunette of
! twenty-five, who had been out two or
| three seasons, and had refused several
eligible offers without any very appar.
ent reason. Miss Lakewood did not
even give any reason. The gentlemen
who had done her the honor to wish
to marry her were not to her taste, she
said, and seemed to think that state
ment'conclusive.
Metals indifference to suitors was
the only point of difference between
her mother and herself Lady Mary
would gladly have seen her daughter
suitably settled-as, indeed, what
mother would not?2but in the long
run the girl always had her way.
do you want to get rid of me.
mammal" she would ask, with one Of
the smiles that were halt saucy. and
wholly sweet; and there could be but
one answer to such question New
ertheless, Lady Mary could not help
feeling that her daughter was per-
verse. The feeling was intensified
Just now by an offer from Meta 5 latest
admirer, and by the fact that Lord
Castieman seemed likely to fare no
better than those who had gone be.
fore HIM.
II can't understand it, my dear"
said Lady Mary, plaintively. .sWhat
was there in Sir john Hope that any
girl need have objected to9''
''He was not to my taste,n said
Meta, for the hundredth time.
''Or in Captain Shaw? And am
sure they both worshiped the ground
you trod on.
They would have been welcome to
do that if they would only have al.
stained from worshiping me, said
Meta, lightly.
MY dear, don't be fippant; when
you really fall in love Yourself. Won
VIII know it is not a Joking matter .
'Ah! yes--when | dorr said Meta
And now there is Lord Castleman.
and you don't seem any more favor
ably inclined to him.
Il can't help it, mammal said
Meta, rather YEARLY. She rose and
gathered her work together and ieft |
the field TO Lady Mary. She was so /
urea OF these endless lamentations. I
and she knew enough of her mother |
10 know that she would not leave her
pet grievance till she had thoroughly I
exhausted both that and her dauoh- I
tiers patience. So Meta put on Ter |
hat and strolled into the garden. the T
shady old world garden that ALWAYS
seemed such haven of peace and soil
tude amid the whirl and din of the
great city. 1t was here that Meta
generally came when her mothers
mood was too plaintive or too louua-
clous, not railing against the kindly.
unWIse woman, even in her heart. but
feeling the need for little quiet and
solitude, a little time in which IT,
gather her thoughts, and perhaps live
over again the one little month in
which the garden had seemed preener
and fairer and sweeter than II had
ever seemed since That was five
years ago now-that one month If
Metals life that had seemed to Ladv
Mary so much like any other June
but that had made the very name ~
June musical forever in her dapob.
ter's ears.
Ii was June again now, and even in
London there was a sense of summer
In the air. The garden was at its best
with roses just unfolding and creepers
greenly twlning and putting forth
dellcate tendr Is, as yet unsmircbed
Dy dust or SCOT. The great June
daisies that grow wild in such abund-
ance in southern pastures ana on ,
breezy ellis by the sea, but that need
ed much care and pains to induce
hem to grow here at all, were omen
NJ their yellow discs, and spreading
heir white fringes in the sun. i
Meta gathered one, and nut IL softIy !
to her lips. 1.-The one flower IN tho /
world" whispered the girl, and then /
me 'lo, Dlush ,; at her own thoughts, and c
as s1 the Hover in her girdle, and G
. - heTscIl It was folly, and worse
, iolly, TO let any mans words n
iWell IN her heart like this, and come
jach 10 her across the years whenever. n
nc daisies blew. 1t was five years d
70 now, but every June, as the great Ii
Vhite DAISIES opened to the summer III
un' II seemed to Meta that she stood c,