Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1907-01-18
Che Closed
Gentlan
BY Virginia Leila Wentz
Copyright. 1905. by M. NJ. Cunningham

The serious business Of settling W
her brothers. estate was about finish
ed. Miss Morton leaned YEARLY back
in her invalid's chair and sighed. Aft
er all, she was sorry. Doubtless II
would mean a cessation Of her law
yer's frequent and periodic visits.
And-well, he had been something new
under her SUM-.
81 leave for Bar Harbor tomorrow,
TO be gone a week. On my return I'll
send you a telegram and arrange for
our final interview" Howell Or
chard's crisp. staccata sentences pune
tured her reverie. He was picking up
his gloves. A high cart had just driv-
en- under the ~porte-cochere, and Miss
Morton's liveried groom was busy
quieting the antics of a pair of brown
cobs.
Miss Morton CROPPED for q pretext to
spin out the call of her lawyer-if only
for FIVE minutes. 1t was stupid of Pc
ter to have driven up so early-and so
bourgeois! Her eye fell on the near
est object-a bowl Of orchids.
Exquisite. are they notg" she said,
with a slight indicating motion of her
patrician, blue veined hand. Orchards
keen glance noted them, at the same
time ranging the ~extravagant refine
ment Of the room.
"In keeping with their surroundings,
Miss Morton" he rejoined, pulling on
his left hand glove. "Artistically cor
rect"
She made no further pretext. 1t was
fatuous, but 1t answered her purpose.
"What is your favorite fiowerT' she
asked.
1t was an inane question, and she bit
her lip. But, to her relieved surprise.
Orchard gave her inquiry his consider
alton.
''The closed gentian," he said after a
slight pause.
Wynchell, Miss Morton's country
home, with it's ancestral acres, was
about far enough from Jersey City to
leave time on the suburban train for a
comfortable perusal of the paper and a
yawn or two besides.
Orchard spread out his sheet mechan-
ically. But even the stock market news
didn't seem to interest him, and he
looked far beyond his paper. That was
only natural. He was looking back
through several seasons Of blossoms
and snow, this man, who, young as he
was, had already begun to be called
a woman hater. The whizzing tele-
graph wires and poles passed unseen.
The noise Of the engine, the rumble Of
the wheels, dwindled into silence. In
their stead came the low, exquisite
voice of a girl:
ITS such a beautiful little flower in
side, HOWELL
The day had been full of late Sep
TENDER elixir, then as now. The tread
of loneliness had been on the fields of
grass and fodder ripened by August
suns and tanned by early frosts to an
autumnal bronze. Somewhere from
among the hedges of sumac had come
the call of a quail. Then presently the
girl had stopped near a silvery stream
and plucked a plain enough looking
dark blue flower and pinned 1t On his
coat.
"It's a closed gentlan, you know,
dear" she had explained, while the
soft tendrils Of her hair had uncon-
sciously brushed his strong chin. you
see," she went on. STOPPING to pluck an
other. they're not so very handsome
outside, but inside-look," Delicately
as a spring zephyr she had pricked the
portals open. "It puts the flaming
goldenrod and all the staring purple
daisies here to shame, doesn't itg She
lifted her face to him-the face Of a
girl not particularly beautiful, but glo-
'rifed by a dazzling smile.
He had left her at the gate Of her
little western home and, leaning over
the rustic fence in the privacy Of the
broad oak, had bid her goodby, for be
was SOinS " tic DiS tdSlciH HclEOpO-
lis for a year or two to win fame and
fortune for them both. He went away
with the sweetness of her kiss upon his
lips, her tear upon his cheek, her flow
er in his coat.
Later there had come a misunder-
standing, of the slight, insignificant
sort that most young lovers have; but,
alas, in this case before the gentle,
healing wind of the real truth had
blown tragedy had visited the girls
home, and when the man sought her
she was not to be found. Out In her
little western village people told a
tale of her fathers long illness and
death-how she had nursed him night
and day with untiring tenderness; how,
their slight income being exhausted.
she had taken UP water color work
and filed orders for dinner cards and
little pictures; how finally, upon his
death, she had gone to New York city
to earn her living in such fashion as
she could.
That was all Orchard had been able
to learn, and that had been two years
lago. To find a girl who does water
color work on dinner cards In New
York city Is not an easy matter. BY
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