The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1903-08-15
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toyed nervously with the sweet clover
blosaoma that shs held. and she looked
away on over the hills and fields. and
wished with all her heart that those
same grand hills and broad meadows
We're between herself and the handsome
man standing so near and looking down
upon her with light in his dark eyes
that she could not mistake.
Forr Willard Grover was not rich
man. and although Daisy loved him
~ she could never love anyone else, she
was not quite sure that she was ready
TO give up everything for love, and be-
sides, she was only Is, and he had seen
forty years.
Daisy" he said again, and she raised
a flushed face, saying respectfully:
"Sir?"
He smiled just a little at her tone and
then asked. abruptedly:
How old are you. Daisy?"
young enough to be your daughter,
Mr.. Grover"
The mans face flushed holly, for he
was very Incentive about the years be-
tween them, and after few moments
OF silence he put out his hand and.
taking hers for scarcely a. moment in
his own said co}dly:
Il beg your pardon, Miss Raymond,
forgot you were a child. with a child's
feelings. It is not necessary to ex-
plain why asked you here for a last
walk to-day, for you are too young, /
presume. to understand me-"
He raised his hat in adieu, but Daisy,
hurt and angry at his tone, called after
him, saying scornfully: :
III you see any pretty dolls in the
city, you will send me one, won't you,
Mr.. Grover"
he did not answer, for he was more
hurt at the illusion to the difference in
their ages than she knew, but his a..
ence was so provoking that she called
again:
"Mr. Grover?"
He turned with 4 new hope in his
heart; but, without looking at him, she
said sweetly:
1T it is not asking too much would
like some bon hons with the doh; all
children like them.''
He was hurt before, but he was angry
now, and his eyes were flashing at her
insolence, and he said angrily:
"You will beg my pardon for this be-
fore we are friends again, Miss Ray
mond."
II never will, said Daisy, most de-
cidedly. UNLESS"
"Well?" he said, still hoping she
would give him Some word of encour-
agement.
"Unless you give me the doll and bon
bons,"
He turned on his heel and strobe away
without a word. Daisy watched him
out OF sight, and then listened until she
heard the whistle Of the train that bore
him away to ths city to practice as a
physician: and she knew it would be
long weeary days before he. would come
back a1lin, .s 8, 5 5: >y$
she tried#to md lie herself believe that
she did not care: but; the tears came in
the soft eyes, and she gathered up the
clover blossoms he had arranged tor
her and kissed them softly, for she did
love the handsome doctor, and would
very likely have told him 80 If he had
returned; but Willard Grover, sitting
In the crowd, was thinking bitterly that
he had made fool Of himself, and bit
his lip with vexation as he thought Of
the dolls and bon-bons,
And then he thought sadly of his
forty years and wondered how he could
have been so foolish as to think that
one 80 young and lovely az Daisy Ray
mond could link her fresh, young life
with his.
And he felt even older than he was,
for all his life had been continual
struggle with poverty, and each year
had been full OF care. For he had his
young sister to educate and support,
and he had never thought of a wife
until he met lovely Daisy Raymond:
But now a physician, an old and VAL
ued friend, had died, and taking the
position vacated, with a good practice,
the way had seemed clearer and bright
er, and he had now dared to think Of
Daisy.
The months went slowly by and when
the year had passed, DR.. Grover re-
turned.
His sister was to be married and in
sisted upon his being broomsman, and
Daisy was to be bridesmaid. He came
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hour before time, and Daisy fastened
the FLOWERS in her hair with trembling
hands. and went down to meet him
with beating heart, wondering what
he would say and do.
He was standing in the hall when
She came slowly down, looking more
handsome than ever, and Daisy womb
cred how she had ever dared to tell that
dignt1ed. naughty looking man that he
was old enough to be her father.
She need not have feared for him, for
he came forward with perfect ease and
took her hand quietly, saying:
"How do you do, my daughter?''
She did not answer and he looked
smilingly down the flushed cheeks and
down cast eyes, but there was not time
to say any more until after the cere-
mony had been performed, and then
he drew her out of the heated rooms
into the cool, moon lit porch, and then
turning to her, said gravely: