Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1895-05-16

Because, Dolly said the young
man reddening. 1t reminds us OF you.
And the meadow lark in the cage
sings beautifully, and old Brindle mas
q spotted calf.
HAS she?' questioned Dolly, indif-
ferently.
John Deadwood looked hard at her
Dolly, said be, you don't care
about the home any longer?
'Yes do said Dolly, rousing her.
self; but
She paused suddenly, the rosy color
rushing in carmine tide to her cneek,
an involuntary smile dimpling the
corners of her fresh lips, as she glanc.
ed through the smilax trails I'M the
window.
John Deadwood, following in the
direction OF her eyes, glanced too, just
in time to see tall gentleman lift his
hat and bow as he went jauntily past.
is that it" said John bitterly.
SIS whatT petulsntly retorted Dol.
ly, i am sure l don't know what we
are standing here waiting for, and l
with twenty eight bouquets to make
up by two o'clock. That's all John, l
think. Don't forget the lilies. of.the.
valley.
But you haven't answered me, Dol.
ly.'
Answered you what?'
about the dance in the old barn,
and coming back with me when the
wagon returns at five o'clock.
1T is out of the question, said DOL
ly, listlessly.
'Dollyr
Well
you promised me, years ago
'Nonsense!f said Dolly, flinging the
azaleas and pinks about in fragrant
confusion. l was only child them
But you have no right to go back
Of your word, Dolly, child or no child
i never promised, john
But you let me believe that one
day you would be my wife. And I've
lived on the thought of it, Dolly, ever
since. And if this city situation of
yours should break up my llfe's
hope,-
Don't hope anything about me.
John!' brusquely interrupted the girl.
Here comes customer. Please, John
don't stand there any longer, looking
like ghostp
And honest, heart-broken John
turned and went with heavy steps out
to where the wagon stood and old
Roam stood waiting with down-droop-
ing and half closed eyes.
1T does seem to me, he muttered
between his teeth, shat there Is moth
ing LETT to live for any longer
Dolly looked hslf-remorsefully after
him.
I've almost mind to call him
back, said she to herself, as she pick
ed out bunch of Waite vlolets for |
newcomer.
i do like John Deadwood; but I |
think he has got no business to con-
slider himself engaged to me just be-
cause of that boy-and-glrl nonsense.
Ones ideas change as one gets on in
life.'
And Dollys cheek was like the re-
Election of the pink azaleas as she
thought of Mr.. FitzalaD and the tur-
quois ring that he had given her as
troth plight.
And Mr.. Frixham came in present
ly.
'Tve note from the Sedgewick's
on 5th Avenue, said he hurriedly.
They always order their flowers from
Servoss's, but Servoss has disappolnt-
ed them. They want their house dec.
GRATED for party tonight. There's
not minute to lose. I've telegraph
ed to Bottoms for 400 yards Of smilax
and running fern, and 100 scarlet
poinsettas; and | think we can manage
the rest ourselves. You had better
go at once, Miss Pen6eld, and plan
the decoration-you've pretty taste
of your own-and I'll send up the
flowers with Hodges to help you
And Dolly went, her mind still on
the turquoise ring, with its band of
virgin gold and its radiant blue stone.
TheSedgwick mansion was q brown
stone palace, with plate-glass case
ments and vestibule paved with or
ange and black marble.
Mrs. Sedgwick, a stately matron in
a Vatican wrapper and blonde cap,
received Dolly in the great drawing
room.
'Ohl' said she, lifting her eye-glass-
es; you're from the florists, are you!
Well, 1 know nothing about these
things-I only want the room to look
elegant. Tell your husband to spare
no expense
Mr.. Frlxham is not my husband,
said Dolly.
Your father, then
But he isn't my father insisted
Dolly, half laughing. He's no rela-
ton at all. will tell him, however.
Exactly said Mrs. Sedgwick. Il
desire plenty of white roses, as I am
told they are customary at this sort
of affair. It's an engagement party,
Indeedp said Dolly, trying to look
Interested.
Between my daughter Clara and |
Mr.. Alfred F'itzalan, said Mrs. Sedg. |
wick. with conscious complacency.