The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1910-03-01

| nalr past eleven! You know very
well how much l have to tell you! To
the park, Jasper"
"Of course you have my blessing!"
laughed Rosalys. dropping into the
seat beside her friend with frank re-
lief as they rolled away. "But /
couldn't escape sooner. Such a poth-
or In the committees! left them
still trying to decide whether gray
blue or cream and olive would be bet
ter for the breakfast room"
"Olive and cream, 1 should say,
with touch OF clear, vivid color here
and there" unused Nancy Blundcll.
the impatient frown vanishing from
her forehead. 81 mean to have mine
in" She drew a quick little breath
and bit her lip.
"O-ho! Already" A slender fin
ger tilted up the wilful chin, as Nancy
turned very red. Let me look well
Mt you, after such open confession as
that. 1t does sound serious, on my
word! Well, you must have known
last evening how glad 1 was to hear
the news. You might have worn
some of them this morning, Nancy.
He ought not to be Jealous"
81? Wear what?" with a puzzled
infection.
Nancy Blundell! Tell me, II you
dare, that nothing reached you from
me. about seven, last EVENING""
Something certainly did come,
with your name on the covert" as
serted Miss Blundell, bending down
IN
florists box, by the printed label
from under the seat, and struggling
with the knotted cord around it. 81
brought it, so you could tell me what
on earth it meant! There!"
She tore of the cover and pulled
out-a boys coat, somewhat worn. of
brown corduroy. Other garments lay
! folded beneath.
Miss Haven leaned over with a cry
OF dismay.
Nancy Why, It's that suit OF
Corny'sl Mother had packed it yes
terday to send to a ragged boy down
In Meekin Court, where Miss Cone
lives! How did it ever reach you?
o my dear-when spent hours hunt
Ing the town over for that armful of
lilies and lilacs, because you loved
them sou
Lilies of the valley and white IL
lacs?" demanded Miss Blundell, pull
Ing vehemently at a silken cord
Jasper! Stop! How were they
sent?" She turned to her friend.
Barker promised to take them
without fail before dinner. Mother
had some errands for him, too. She
was letting Audrey help her when 1
went into the library. They were adj
dressing some books for him to take
to Aunt Charlotte, and sheaf of car
nations for Madame Van Zandt. l
didn't hear the other places, but left
my-your box, l mean, on the table
with the rest, and told Barker where
IL was. The address was on card
tied to It,"
"Then Audrey mixed them up!"
fumed Nancy. Children are too
meddlesome! All my lovely flowers
gone astray! Rosalys, 1 must have
them, If 1 raid every house on the
avenue! You mother will tell us
where they might have gone, and
we'll try every place on her list! oh,
they would have come first of all the
congratulations on my engagement,
and the dearest! No one but-but
Teddy should have had the shadow Of
q glimpse Of them! Drive to Mrs. -"
zone moment, Mani" interrupted
Rosalys. These" crushing the de-
spised corduroys into their box,
SHOULD have gone to Meekin Court
this morning. Miss Achsah told moth
er that the boy had only tatters and
patches to cover him. The society
found him home out West, and he
was to be sent on with some other
poor little waits, i'm charge of their
agent, this afternoon; but they had
no clothes to fit MIN, and mother of
fered to supply some. Nancy, it's
twelve o'clock, and here's the suit!
Pleased Meekin Court isn't so far
Then I'll go anywhere you choose"
Miss Blundell shook her pretty
head stubornly. my flowers before
everything! The boy can so some
other day"
VERY well. I'll get out and take
the next car into town." averred Ro-
salys, with equal determination.
PATSY must have his suit in time"
80 Rosalys!" Nancy looked at her
blankly. 81 thought you-you cared
for me-"
81 do! You know I do. Nan. dar-
ling! But" She prepared TO step
out Miss Blundell caught her back
and jerked the cord again
"Meekin Court Jasper! Drive as
fast as you cant You don't know
where It Isl"
"Of Hopper street." explained Ro-
salys. You're not angry with me.
are you, Nancy?" as the coupe
whirled round and of at rapid pace.
But Miss Blundell sat back in her
corner without replying, and looked
obstinately out Of the window as they
rolled farther and farther from-her
flowers.
Not until they had left the paved
business section for the cobblestones
OF Hopper street did she ask, indlf-
ferently:
WHO Is your woman?"
miss Achsah Cone. A queer.
withered up old maid who does plain
, sewing for mother sometimes. She's
pitifully poor. I'm afraid, but the
neatest worker. You1l come with