Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury [Connecticut]) 1903-1917, 1903-11-07

THIS master W01LG G6LIng my morning
meal, it came into my mind that there
might be florists garden somewhere
| IN that region. Indeed seemed to re
member the shining roof OF a green
house beside the road from the city
After breakfast sought information
Of Jimmy, who was sitting in corner
| of the principal Wftherspoon porch and
staring at nothing with the air Of one
who understood it perfectly, who knew
why it was nothing and could create
1t out Of something whenever the uni.
verse should run short. r.
IA place where you can buy fowers?'
said Jimmy "M-m-m."
He had caught this sound from Mrs.
Witherspoon and had modified 1t in
accord with his own nature. AS ut
tered by him and accompanied by slow
nodding of the head it meant: $50 this
man wants to buy flowers? Well, well!
This is just what expected
There's two or three Of them around
here" said he. ETH think which is the
best. I've got to go into the house now,
but I'll be- right back. Will you be
.hereY'
Al GIL ~nAAAVA St1A&5G Va AAJ o~aOoAAhI
ance with Jimmy should have ac-
cepted this statement at-its face value;
but, having gained knowledge OF his
methods, perceived the truth, which
was that he had no idea where there
was a florist, and was going into the
house to find some one who could en-
tighten him. It was immaterial to me,
SO sat down In the porch to wait FOR
him. Half dozen of the boarders
came out while was there, more in
deed than I had ever encountered be-
fore in so short a space of time. Among
them was the blue eyed girl who sat in
my part of the dining room, though
rarely when was there, for the With
erspoon boarders differed remarkably
in their gastronomic habits. She had
shawl, sun umbrella and portIy
volume, which was the Life and Let
ters'' of somebody whose name my eye
did not make out, probably because
had never heard of him.
In spite of her somber taste in liter
allure, it seemed to me that the girl
might yet be saved, for she gave me q
very human glance out Of the corners
of her pretty eyes as she went past.
was vaguely wondering what that
glance would have dome to me IL had
not been SO deeply interested In two
other girls, or possibly three, as Sibyl
might not be the orchard nymph-four,
indeed, counting Miss Jones, who was
almost certainly the prettiest OF. all
when there was a sound of footsteps in
the hall and Mrs. Withergpoon appear
ed with her niece.
The lady Of the house did not pause,
but pursued her way to the garden
carrying the enormous tin pan In which
she gathered for our delectation the
finest vegetables ever grown on earth.
Lucy Ann, however, was not upon the
same errand, and I succeeded in detain-
ing her.
my goodness she exclaimed when
1 had asked her about the florist.
ft'What do you want to buy flowers for?
The prettiest roses that ever you saw
grow right around here"
But you can't get American Beau
ties and that sort of thing" objected.
They're American enough to suit
me- said Lucy Ann with decision,
land I'm what they call a lingo.
Americana Well, should like to know
who imported them, and as for their
beauty you ought to see them. OF
course know that you mean particu-
lar kind OF rose, but the idea Of your
wanting bought howeAs!'
II think women as a rule prefer that
kind" said I, unless the posies come
out of a private garden where, of
course, they actually cost more.''
oh she said, you're going to give
them to somebody"
II don't care much for flowers" l
replied with palpable evasion, eat the
academy where I fitted for college
the head master was a crank on bot
any, and he kept us pulling flowers to
pieces until we lost all respect for
them; grew to hate them, in fact-and
him. I'll never forgive the rascal. By
forcing my inclfnations he spoiled
part of my appreciation of nature.
Caesars ghostg' e~s'-:. =
The exclamation was sudden and
seemingly uncalled for, and Lucy Ann
opened her gray eyes in surprise.
II beg your pardon" said I. Speak
ing Of botany reminded me of some
thing"
TITS a gentle subject, I should say"
responded Lucy Ann. II don't see
anything in it to make person swear"
YOU'RE Puritan said I, cor
Quakeress. I didn't swear, though the.
idea was really startling Where did
you say your aunt's garden WASP"
Its way off over there" she replied,
waving her hand in an indefinite fash
ion toward the upper end of the lake.
about how far?" inquired
She gave me a quick, keen glance.
why do you want to know?' she
queried.
1.-The day that 1 arrived said I,
your aunt came in from the garden
with pan Of peas. AS botanist, you
understand, not as a boarder, I would
like to see the warm corher of Michi-
gan where peas attain that size in the
middle Of June"
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