Rocky Ford enterprise., 1902-12-05
CHRYSANTHEMUMS.
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Shs was kneeling Just inside the
fence. stirring and patting the already
prepared soil OF a fiowerbed with q
pearlhandled trowel, ordered especial
ly for this frst summer In the eoun'
try. And as she stirred and patted.
her lips murmnred a few bars OF q
French labor song. and her brow
wrinkled and smoo,hed with the mo
tions OF the tFowel. She was pretty
with the winsoms. eiInsins beauty OF
the vine: and on her lips and dimpled
cheeks was the delicate bloom OF out
door toll. or exercise-or was II mex
orabic hcalthT
Presently she arose and surveyed
her work critically. approvlnsiy.
There were many little curves and
Ecailops and much scroii.work trace
ry. Certainly II was very nice and
artistic. All II lacked now was the
flowers.
Tho costly white gloves which
reached TO her elbows were discol'
orcd with the soil she had been ma.
nipuinting. and she regarded tho
stains with persIyo satisfaction. Then.
as approaching footsteps sounded
upon the sidewalk. she to.S the trow'
ci and made n dark line across what
shc considered a too,iarsc space OF
white. A iaborcr should not be
ashamed OF the marks OF his toll. As
shc raised her eyes she looked
straight into a pair OF admlrlas ones
on tho opposite side OF the fence.
The mans gaze was nvcrted In.
rtantiy. and he would have passed on.
but she stepped TO the fence with a
pretty. impuiSl,c gesture.
aren't you Mr.. Ware CT the next
cottage bcyoad7'
sYcs."
swell. I've been ainiring your fiow.
crs." frankly. ''and-yca. may as well
confess II. I was In your greenhouse
ycftcrday and spoke with your gar.
dcncr. lie said you had the fncs;
chrysnrihcmum In NIL the country
round last fail-prlEc takers. and all
that"
'Ycs. had some very finc ones.
believe" hc answered. smiling back
at her. "rnd they took several prizes
at the fair
''How lovciy!" c!aApins her hands.
II dotc on chrysanthemums-m OF
my china has chrysantncmum pnt.
terms. and my latest ball gown Is Hg.
urcd with them. You scc." raising
hor hanc no that the tip OF one OF tho
discolored glove fingers pressed
q dimplc In her check. I'm counting
40 much on them for my summers
pleasure In the country. mean to
have beds and beds. and boreers and
borders. and want them nil to bc
lovely D-ize-tnkers. know pretty
much everything about them. OF
course. for your gardener said thsy
only bloomed once n year. and that
they had all kinls OF colors. and that
thsy needed oceans OF water. But
maybe he forgot something. and
don't want the least bl. of mistake
Itout anything. Now this bed" turn.
Ing and regarding the little circle OF
disturbed soil anSiously. has cost me
n lot OF thought and labor. I've been
{. Hing in it-with my own hands.
mind you-morc than half an Eour,
and OF course | can't risk any uncer-
tainty. It's all ready now for Its up.
holsterlng-no. mean it's farming.
Will you tell me where must get the
prize flowers. and would better plant
them or just stick one size In the
ground for-for slips-isn't II slips
they're called?" looking up into his
face conhdlngly and nodding on "of
course It's slips. but want to hear
you say So"
why, no. I'm very sorry. but you're
mistaken" he answered, admiring the
delicate color which came and went
in her face. and glad to know that the
face belonged to the next cottage. and
would remain there all summer. "You
see, It's bulbs. My gardener had
great box full come the other day, and
he's so choice of them he'll scarcely
let me so near the box for fear I'll
get something mixed. or course
they're the prizetakers. He puts the
bulbs In the ground and cnyers ther,