The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1900-06-16

tea, ball, reception, wedding
"'No, no, no, not wedding-not
just yet, anyhow he said, hurricdly,
blushing like a big schoolboy. Later,
maybe. Hope so,' and for a moment
he looked so awkward and sheepish
that 1 felt sorry for him. Then he
shook himself together again.
"'No, it's not any of those things
you MENTION he went on, in a con-
fidential tone. L just want to send
some flowers up to her house, you
know. I'm only back here from the
ranch on a visit, you understand.
Well, while I was up at her house
last night, two or three punches Of
| flowers came to her from young
snipes of Willie boys she seems to
have become acquainted with since
went away. 1t struck me then that
hadn't thought to send her any
fowers-outfits are too far apart for
that kind of thing out in the cattle
country, and there's nothing but prai-
RE flowers, anyhow, and SO a fellow
gorgets, you see. And SO only want
to send her few flowers
IA few!' said I, and l really could
mt help laughing.
"'Why, what's the matter" said the
poor man, with an apprehensive look
on his big, good natured face. Have
mt picked out enough
80, quite enough said I, and just
the right kind, too and just then the
proprietor came in, and the big man
from the west handed him a $500 bill.
The flowers were sent up to the home
of debutante of last season, in q
special wagon. The announcement Of
the engagement was made few days
later. Now, didn't he need guard
ian? Don't they all need guardians?
Goodness gracious me, do so pity
the poor things!" and the girl with
the wavy chestnut hair again belied
the pity she said she felt by her
smiles.
"And what do you think of man
who sends flowers, and beautiful ones,
too, to his wife every day in the year?
Sundays and holidays included" she
went on, matching heliotrope or
child with a piece of heliotrope rib
bon. "Well, we have such custom
er. He first came in here little over
a year ago, and ordered an expensive
box of flowers to be sent to the home
of a lady who lives across from the
park, and who had Mrs. prefixed to
her name. After that he dropped in,
rain, snow or shine, every day, and
selected beautiful lot of flowers to
be sent to the same Mrs He, of
course, never had any occasion to give
his own name, and, of course, none of
us in the store dreamed that he was
sending the flowers to his wife. So
hopelessly improbable, that, you
know All of us girls decided that he
was bachelor, or widower-he was
a middle-aged man-cultivating the
good graces of an attractive widow,
probably wealthy, and we wondered
if she were good looking and all that.
One day, after he had been sending
her flowers regularly for seven
months, he failed to come in, and so
the proprietor sent up handsome
basket of flowers to the address of
Mrs anyhow. The next day he came
in.
"'My wife was a trife indisposed
yesterday he said to the proprietor,
and, of course, could not leave her.
thoroughly appreciate your sending
the flowers without my ordering
them, and so does my wife
"The proprietor looked at him in
rather puzzled sort of way.
".Had I but known at the time Of
your wedding he began.
Wedding said the regular GUS
toner. 4 don't believe quite
"'Surely, your marriage has been
quite recent?' the proprietor said,
and then an exceedingly well-bred
chuckle came from our regular GUS
| toner.
"I'll give you the order to decor
crate our house when we celebrate
our silver wedding early next year.
he said. between very broad smiles,
and then he went out. He has been
in every day since with his orders for
flowers for his wife, and"
"And, therefore, presumably stands
in need of a guardian?"
slave 1 not just been telling you
that he is married? And then the
poor sillies-I mean the Young ones
in the before stage again-d'ye know
they really. and truly believe the girls
when the girls tell 'em that they
press every flower you seno me in my
copy of TennysonT Actually believe
every word of it, they do! They
never stop to think that mo, volume Of
Tennyson as big as the Doomsday
book has ever been published. How'll
they press?' is the question that lots
of the poor, deluded things ask me
when they are picking out roses to be
be sent to the onliest ones. o, SO
easy!"-N. Y. Sun.