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

own rosebuds, said Mr.. Fitzalan.
I've heard of her more than once,
returned Frank Calverly. The pret
ty flower GIRL people call her, dom
they2 Old Frixham has doubled hi'
custom since she came thereP
And the best of alP added Fitza-
Ian, with laugh, lis that she is quite
unconscious of her own attraction
little country lassie, who thinks only
of her business, and never dreams
that she herself Is the sweetest flower
of all the assortment.
Lets 60 in and buy q Marechal
Nieloud and two or three sweet yer.
bena leaves, said Calverly. Ishould
really like to see this modern Flora
OF yours
Dorothy PenfeId stood behind the
counter of the florists store, sorting
over a pile of fragrant blossoms which
Law on tray of damp green moss.
Trails of smilax wove their green gar
lands up to the ceiling; heaps of gold
and rose-petaled buds lay in the win
dow; drifts of purple heliotrope per-
fumed the air, and white carnations
| Law like hillocks of snow against the
panes of the show window, while
spikes of perfumed hyacinths and cape
jessamine flung their subtle scents
upon the air.
And Dolly herself, with her round
dimpled face, pink cheeks and soft,
brown eyes, exactly the shade of the
rippled hair, which was brushed SIM
ply back from the broad, low brow,
was fitting accessory to the scheme.
She looked up as the two gentle
men entered, and soft crimson shsd-
ow overspread her face for a second.
Have you got one of my favorite
button hole bouquets made up, Miss
Penfeld?' Fitzalan asked with a
careless bow and smile.
4 know, said Dolly softly. A rose,
bud and sprig of heather, and two
or three myrtle leaves-that is what
you like. No; have none made up
just at present; but l can tie up bou.
quet in half minute, Mr.. Fitzalan.'
One for me, too, if you please, said
Calverly, touching his hat.
Just the same?'
Dolly lifted the long eyelashes,
which were like figures of brown silk,
and gave him shy glance.
"A little different, please. Consult
your taste, Miss Pen6eld.'
Il like the double blue violet said
Dolly, gently, with geranium leaves.
Then they shall be my favorite
flower also, said Calverly, gallantly
The gentlemen had hardly taken
their leave, when old Frixham. the
florist, burst in, with round, red face,
shining bald head, and an air of busl-
ness all over him.
Isn't it time you had the theater
bouquets ready?' said he, looking criti.
cally around, and moving glass of
freshly cut callas out of the level sun
set beams which fell, like sheaf of
golden glances, athwart the deep bow
window.
4 shall have them directly said
Dolly, starting from her revere. The
flowers are all sorted out.
I'VE have too many carnations on
hand, said the florist, fretfully; and
those gaudy Cape bells are SO much
dead loss. Let the man from the
green house know, please, there's a
demand for half-open rose-b buds and
forced lillies-of-the-va valley
Yes said Dolly dreamily, Il will
tell him--when he comes
The closed country wagon, with its
load of fragrant leaves and deliciously
scented flowers, came early in the
morning, long before the at florist
was out Of bed, and while the silence
almost of an enchanted land lay upon
Upper Broadway.
But Dolly Penield was there fresh
ening up the stock of the day before
with wet moss and cold waiter, and
clipping the stems of the rose buds.
No more carnations, John she
said, brislky; nor amaryllis flowers;
and we want plenty of camellias and
scarlet geraniums, and those bright
flowers
Il thought, perhaps said honest
John Deadwood, who measured six
feet in his stockings, and had the face
Of an amiable giant, you might want
to go back with me to-day, Dolly.
Your aunt has come from Kansas, and
there is to be dance out in the old
barn, with plenty of candles and ever
green boughs. And mother would
be proud to welcome you to the old
farm house, Dolly. Your oleander
tree is kept carefully, at the south
window, and
Dear mel! carelessly interrupted