Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1896-04-29
Margnarita paisv De Jones was men.

Marguerite Daisy De Jones was mem
toned in her presence.
Miss Perkins's Nero was never yery
swift, and it was quite the middle OF
the afternoon before he reached the
Richey residence and left long box
evidently containing flowers. Mabel
was in her own room, and Jennie, the
maid, took the box to her. 1t did not
take her many seconds to tear the box
open and scramble among the rosesfor
the card; even before she looked she
felt sure of the name she would find
on it, and when she read, "Mr. Hsrry
Martini" she sank down on the floor
and laughed and cried and said. ooh,
what q goose I ami" In less than ten
minutes she was down stairs in q fresh
frock with the tear stains all washed
away, and her fathers stable-boy
speeding with note to "Mr. Harry
Martin" and under the stimulus Of
coin in advance and the promise of
another when he returned, jock really
hurried.
Harry Martin, for some reason, had
found the work in his fathers Office
very irksome that day. After he had
made several more or less serious blum
ders, the elder Martin suggested IN
tone permeated with sarcasm that ne
90 home and rest, and Harry, acting
on the suggestion, had put on his hat
and street coat and left the Office. he
stopped on the front steps, however,
and wondered where he would go and
what he would do. Westfeld, end
life itself, seemed a dreary waste; he
wanted to get away from it all. The
satisfaction he had expected to feel in
sending box of roses to Miss De
Jones was not very much in evidence
and he heartily wished he had never
seen nor beard OF that frivolous young
woman.
While he stood on the steps wrapped
in melancholy, which he punctured
with an occasional, sDeuce, take it
ALL" he saw Jack, the R,chey's stable.
boy, approaching, wearing broad
grin. Harry, from old-time habit. boz
gan feeling with one hand for q coin
and held out his other for the note;
then he suddenly started and thought
with bitterness.
"What an ass I ami He hasEt any
thing for me.
"iere's a letter, Mr.. Martin, + said
Jack, his grin widening; and then he
added in lower tone, "Miss Mabel,
she told me to hurry"
swell, hurry back them, said
Harry, tearing the note open, end Civ
ing Jack the expected coin, "Pll take
the answer"
The note he opened read:
MY DEAREST HARki:
How very good OF you 10 send the roses.
Oh, you don't know how awfully unhappy
I have been! 1t was so mean 1n me TO Do
Jealous, but I know that you forgive: me.
When shall I see you? Yours,
Harry whistled.
ssRoses! Why what the deuce does
she mean? I'll just go and see. Poor
little girl, she's been sll cut up and
I've been perfect brutel"
While he upbraided himself he was
already taking rapid strides toward
the Richey residence, which hereached
long before Jack did.
He saw the roses in the drawing
room before Mabel came in, but by
what happy inadvertence they got
there he could not guess, nor did he
try to find out when Mabsl came
they had other Things OF which to
talk.
But on his way home,. two hours
later, he dropped into Miss Perkins's
and paid for the roses.
"And oh, Miss Perkins, he said,
"about their delivery wasn' t there-
through some inadTertence "a mistake
made"
Miss Perkins looked him straight In
the eye. - $ 4.
"No, Mr.. >Martin, she said, sthere
was no mistake. The flowers went
right to the right person.
And then Harry's iaceredden 9
little, but he looked thoroughly happy
as he reached over the counter and
took Miss Perkins's hand and; said:
eyes, Miss Perkins. inadvertence OF
not, it was the right person. - Woman
kind.