The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1899-03-31

unadmitted, under-the-surIace sort, 80
far.
He broke off one OF the big white
flowers and put it into her hand
with care, as if she could not manage
her own hands, and he had to open
and shut them for her.
"Try your fortune he said; 'let's
see if the daisies are to be trusted.
II hope they can be trusted not to
tell the way you are trying to hold my
hand" said she, but she did not say
it or take her hand away for exactly !,
seven seconds.
'"Hry your fortune; lei us see
whether to believe in daisies or not"
So she began pulling off the petals.
'He loves me; loves me not; he loves
me; loves me not" and with each
assertion a slim little leaf dropped in
her lap. 1t was coming out, 'He
loves me, and she played false, and
pulling the last two together made
it Loves me not, " and then sat help
lessly waitilg-obyiously waiting
for the contradiction she had in
vited.
Well, it came, not with any fine
speeches, but with two or three broken
words, and timid grasp of the little
hand he'd been so bold to grasp about
two minutes before, and then there
was the old touching miracle Of a new
heaven and new earth.
That was the way they got them
selves engaged, and very naturally, as
they were young enough to take
pleasure in sentimental notions, they
called daisies their flower, and made
much of the part the one sacrificed
had played in their drama.
tits not what you might call
rare blossom, said Phyllis, with an
alfectation of the critical, when they
were sitting again ON the same boulder
and adopting the daisy as their
emblem
cts because there is no limit to
them that they suit for my part Of the
love in this business" said Dick
Tyson, with more sincerity than clear
ness or elegance, but Phyllis found
T.
particular lovers were not born to
overthrow the tradition that true love
never runs smooth. They quarreled
in month; Of course, they had quar-
relied before that, but in month they
had row that amounted to some
thing.
"Mr. Allison rowed me over to the
point to-day, and we gathered mussela
there for an hour" Phyllis said, one
day, rs she settled herselfin the stern
of Dicks boat, and Dick answered,
heartily: mice fellow, Allison" and
then, just as Dick was giving his at
tention to getting clear of the landing
and into deep water, Phyllis declared
that it seemed to her as if they were
making a great mistake, they were not
meant for each other, and SO on, in q
tragic voice, trailing one hand in the
water and fastening her eyes upon it
Her heart seemed to faint away IN hel
breast as the moments brought nC
denial. At last Dick said, still row
ing:
''You must mean something b.
what you say Is it that you thinl
you have made mistaken?
Phyllis controlled her breathin g b.
an effort as Dick spoke, and then sh
said:
care you giving me chance to sa
1 have? Is that what-you want?"
81 want to hear it il it is true,
said Dick, leaning on his oars an
setting his teeth.
To him it seemed plain enough tha
he was waiting for his death sci
tence; to Phyllis it seemed that b
was crushing her with his indiffel
ence. What could that mean but tha
he did not love her was giving he
the woman's privilege Of breakin
with him?
VERY well, then, if you wish it,
is true, was all even her pride coul
drive her to say "Tf you wish it,
is true. Surely no man would tax
that for sincere announcement
But feeling real emotion makes PEI
pie very poor judges of the weight
their own words or anybody else
and Dick was feeling q great dea
he did not grasp the exact form of Il
sentence. He heard the strange, hal
yoice-the voice Of q woman on Il
verge of Mysteries; but he did n
know that-and the words 1T is true
He rowed back 20 the landing, al
without waiting for assistance, as