The Butler weekly times., 1895-12-19

She said her husband once belo,
citizens vigilance committee. and
the WAY thev htandrd those the pd
not reach. thought She hroke
then, 1as Won have SlNtn IS hard
a. even She could wish
In the morning a> Austen May ID
to - out Tor the day. a note lutte
ground Ills cheerful tlle was
serious as he opened :.
DE. NAv i would offer an an
am, AZ Peru with Chill, SO used
that kindness seems u nc first
bush. RnSirA
Rosita II WAS strange he y
thought 10 ask her given name.
have guessed il. He rememhcredi
she Was of hummine, Mira fus
flores See the flowers, See the
and how pathetic he had though,
She would stop herself and ~ummd
Of grave maturity IL her face.
achcd for her, and little for himse
loneliness made her ~ unappro
Her note was a prescription for
closely huttoned up upon il. but
withdrew from his horizon. Time HI
his ingoings or outSoingS when he
il never proved her time.
The days passed, and il was the
fore Christmas when he again met
had been thinking OF her all day, d
cold and dreary for her; W ndering
detestable bluing had become sui
popular 10 warrant her presence am
Christmas shoppers. Something,
not tell what. unless il was a renee
OF the offering OF Tom Brown at o.
his Iady-love led him to invest in
of heliotrope He nearcd home wit
haling lis fragrance through the
wrapping. He turned a corner quic~
ewes upon his bundle, when he ran :
Rosita Nunez, who slipped upon (
walk and escaped falling by a quickI
Al an iron railing. \ cry OF pain
her. An iron spike had entered the 4
her hand. Austen May took the vi
/ hand in his, though she would have hi
him and drew out his handkerchief |
il. 1t needed an application OF snol
and a strip or two Of plaster from his
but even that preparation seemed
than might be.
How could YOU" he said in angry
though his touch was tender, and he
he spoke of necessary evil = be 50
hardy as 10 suppose you could get
such night without rubbers--an
sloved, too p
w ell" she said, with an embar
laugh would have been prepar
an ordinary steam-engine, for that I
Whistles.
He looked up at her under his eye
for moment. The wind was blown
hair about her forehead and color
cheeks, giving her the prettiness tha
erty's repression had stolen from her
and grace. She went on nervously:
| but will not your bundle blow
1t seems to me TO have the fragra
heliotrope; and. do you know, that
takes me back to Callao, That is ou
and have sat in a yacht there and h
lap filled with heliotrope. 1t grows '
the mountains. and you car beg it fr
women who bring their flowers for ths
of Saint Rose of Lima
paiit NoNt VI fiti'h tHS ,
of the poor, if she was rich herself,
not
Why, yes
"lt she had been poor, her own
ness would have made her quite blind
one else's. wouldn't il ?"
DR.. May, your handkerchief is
bad color must recommend my
or perhaps | can have it iaundered p
for you, to show my gratitude.
Her voice shook. and she stepped
back as he released her hand
Thank you" he said. coolly.
hurry about il, and. picking up his
left her.
She summoned up her courage to I
to the evening table. as she had felt
to return to the house. At her plae
magnificent bunch of helioirope.
the first on the scene. With hast
shc picked up the flowers, laid then
the table at Austen Mays place, a
A few moments more and she was as
The noise of voices came loudly Il
room. and she thought to slip in by
frequented lobby AS she entered
its doors DR.. May entered the other
heliotrope in his hand She turned,
door had closed behind her with a c
could not move Dr. May appearin
see her, leaned against the o,he
- Voices came clearly through a
above
of May has been reminded Of
in prieties, fancy. Probably by tn
V. orata herself
It. Dou btess. Pity if there shou
Misunderstanding It's my opin
hit knows more about flirting than h
ed suspects him of it When May gets
wound he's the kind to keep it you
all sure"
ng " Oh, yes: these blond, gay fel
ways do. Nobody knows the tro,
~ seen Pass the provisions, will ,
Ilv black-haired Lothario. Mays d
u- soonest orphan | know, but who'c
or it?
Rosita s face was crimson with sh
in confusion She touched the doctor
Die Won you manage the knob I
IN she cried. under her breath.
he She turned on the sill and point
ed flowers in his hand
i'd Will you give me back few o
We she said " for Christmas
lsy " Do you know that would m
that you must give me up your
:ed bIulng?" he said. looking dowr
od- gravely.
You are very, very rude" S
ace speeding away from him.
A while after. as he sat alone a
i'd, ing table, she appeared before hin
do = can spare you half the saml
We bluing," she said You must wa