The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-01-26
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little cherub mentioned by the late Mir. Dibden. So I beg you to pity the fate of poor Miss Janet. Susy Mitten has just broken cup and saucer out of our only afternoon tea-set, and you can't send me another because you don't know the pattern. Otherwise I would not say no. Thank you very much all the same. But keep them for a marriage present to your friend Miss V. B. F. Romer, who has not yet annexed any more fathers. 1 don't think she will claim Phil Calmont as one.
 Dear Vic-was it mad, then? And did it stride to-and-fro and shove about those long legs, in the boots with spurs l saw on the photograph you sent (what do you do with spurs up mountafn-I have heard of mountain spurs, but 1t can't be thatO Well, I know there are people who would make a fuss about you, and tell you how noble and be- medal-ed you deserve to be. Oh, yes, there are lots-girls, too-much prettier than I. Only, you see, you wouldn't en- joy their letters so much. They would make you yawn. They write all of pat tern. And you seem to have received quite a lott know, because you follow their copy-headings so closely, dear Mr. Ludovic!
 By the way, Aaron Calmont has just been over with a bunch of roses and Hur left some with Susy at the back door this morning-I can't think why. Can you? They must be meant for me. Only pretty girls get things like those. Aaron had been over at the East Nurseries, and spent his last shilling, l fear. Silly boy! But I'm kind. I would send you a very little bud, even if it cost me an extra tuppence-ha-penny of postage-only I know exactly what you would do. You are a kind of noble Royal Humane say- age, dear MT. Ludovc, and you own vile temper-oh, most vile! Come-you know you do! If you have a good point 1t is that of owning up-a virtue very rare in men, unknown in women.
 Now if I were to send you this per feet bud, brought at the expense of poor lads money, you would dash it to the floor, and gr-r-rind it to powder un- der your heel! Now, wouldn't you? Be- sides, I have pity on the Queens En- glishl
 Therefore, considering these things, have slipped out into the garden and in a little nook which I love (where you used to sit under the big apple tree at the corner of the hedge) I have found a pansy-no, looking again I see that it is a forget t-me-not. It is a little damp, but I have fixed it down to the letter with strips of paper, and I am going to give 1t to my sister Violet to kiss before send ing it.
 T am, dear MT. Ludovlc,
 "YOurS truly,
 JANET FOWLER"
 "P. S.-After all, could not find Vio- let when I went in search of her to kiss the forget-me-not. Does it matter?"
 One by one, Vic Morris removed his legs carefully out of the open window. A mule was sniffing at them, and there are few things that a Spanish mule can not eat-nothing whatever that he will not try to eat Vic was just in time to caua oond hnot-Iaafher
 T wish to Christopher" he said, cross ly, 'that that girl would say what she means, once in way. I would give months pay to know what happened to that forget-me- when she couldn't find Violet"
 Science is great and no doubt shall pre- vail. Vic Morris was scientist. Phil Calmont was rapidly becoming another. Now it is curious how similar the actions of one scientist are to those of another. Each of these two learned men had a crushed flower in his pocket-book kept with the utmost care, doubtless for fu- ture classification, analysis and consgn- ment to a herbarium. Yet neither knew anything of botany. and this fact only deepens the mystery. Even Janet was wrong The flower was neither pansy nor yet a forget-me-not, but only an in- nocent unsentimental little spray of speedwell But it did just as well, to keep Vic Morris's mind in state of sus- pense and uncertainty. He knew no diff ferent. bless youl
 Gro be continued)