The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1904-07-15
Yiolets and Chocolates
By Paul CheswicA.

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1t was not chance alone that
brought Kennaby to Chaplain on the
afternoon in question. Four o'clock
cav Kennaby finished for The day.
He had memory of afternoons, SINH
lar in atmospheric texture to this one,
that were now many years agone.
Five or six-nay seven-years had
passed by since then.
Along this south side he had walk
ed then to meet Someone-how often?
Brushed up, happy, shyly excited
with his coat fastened tightly over
light heart, bunch of violets in his
buttonhole, a paper bag of chocolates
in his pocket.
Seven years since, Ell? Well, we
grow older and grow no worse!
Past and done with? Possibly
like SO many other happy memories.
Someone had been too afraid to marry
a poor man.
1--WE mightn't have been happy to-
gether after all. Probably quite the
reverse" he unused.
With bunch of violets in his coat
and chocolates in his pocket-how
very young!
He smiled to himself even more as
q faint perfume reminded him that
old Kingdone had insisted on giving
him bunch of glass-house violets.
Kennaby decided that he now only
needed the chocolates. Upon my
word" thought he, "I'll get them. It's
good to be young again after all these
years."
He turned toward shop on his left
hand. The shopman was busy with
a customer, a girl neatly dressed and
clearly in no hurry to be gone. Il
want some of that especial cake" she
was saying. She glanced swiftly at
Kennaby, then her face was hidden
from him altogether. Some of that
wedding kind Of cake. you know" she
went on explaining.
I'VE only make it at Christmas,
madam" answered the man.
Must I wait until Christmas for
It, them" asked the girl, in a droll
voice. She gave little half-vexed
laugh, and Kennaby felt his heart
stand suddenly still. In an instant
of time seven years slipped off his
shoulders.
well, of course, If you haven't
any" she went on, II shall have to
possess my soul in patience"
Kennaby opened the glass door in a
dazed sort Of way.
Thank you." she said prettily.
'What ON do for you, sir?"
ooh, yes. Chocolates. please; a
pound Of them. The best. Do you
know that LADY," he asked.
you'll excuse me, sir"
It's Miss Greenslade, is it not?"
The man vouchsafed no direct ans
wer.
Which way had she gone? In olden
days the Greenslades had lived in
harrington road 1t was just pos
sible that they lived there still.
The old houses had given place to
new ones. Dozens of them; all
alike.
Why hadn't he spoken at once?
Then he smiled again. Once. when
they had quarrelled, he had been left
Just like this, with his viclets and
chocolates, and his anger
So he strolled back to the Common
anG along the south side Oapham-
v;.rd. smiling often. "I'll give the
chocolates to the first child | meet"
he concluded; "but the violets I'll
keep"
Some one from behind passed him
with an obliQue glance: he seized her
by the arm, with headlong words.
you did startle mel" she cried.
Fancy 1t being truly you! Yes.
thought saw you in the shop.
You've not altered BIT
Nor you, save to look younger and
prettier." he said. ut is good to see
you, after all these years.
Here are some chocolates for you. !
was going to buy them. -. It is
good seeing you again."
1.-THE mater will be surprised" said
the girl, laughing and blushing
Chocolates? and for me, too!
Thanks, very much. Come along in
10 tea with us. We live in fiat near
the station. It's easy for mater and
better for me-"
For your"
"Oh, yes; I'm an artist. you know
or. rather, a sort of an artist
So they chatted. becoming more al
ease. Kennaby told her his news;
how he had prospered. I'm >awfully
glad" said the girl in her Jolly way
q have only been contented fol