Middletown transcript., 1910-01-15

wherein. tin cups, in cracked
in blue, green and red
jugs, on table, sewing machine,
shelves. Even on she little iron
stove, in which was no fire
to temper the chill air, stood
a pitcher with a blossoming
branch.
She must have known that it
was a mistake, went on Miss
Such flowers in a
place like this, resentfully. You
get her explanation, and then I'll
have a few words with her.
Nancy! Could you, to day?
That's just it. It's my day.
Those are my flowers, that !
might never have seen at ell.
It's intolerable. Say what you
like to her, Rosalys, but after
ward
There fell ominous silence be.
tween the two, as Miss Achsah's-
labored steps on the stairway be-
came audible.
'Tis q climb, she confessed,
besming at her guests with act
ual radiance in her sallo W,
wrinkled little face, as she perch.
ed on the edge of a low chair. Hut
when you do get up here there's
sun; and today there's these,
touching a lilac spray with loving
finger tips. If you could have
been here last night, Miss Haven.
Why, I never saw anything like
it. You won't mind that I gave
some awayF depreeatingly. |
s'posed twas the clothes for
Patsy, but when ] open the box
Il couldn't think twas true.
There amt any one can
guess how starved I get for q
bit of bloom. Oh, there's Renzo,
as she answered. a faint tan at
the door.
Rosalys stole a glance ct her
friend, but the eyes fixed on the
white lilacs were openly mutin.
GUS.
It's my dinner, apologized
Miss Cone, setting q plate on the
table. I couldn't stand any
smell of cookin' round, let alone
havin' a fire that'd wilt them. I
amt cold. So Mis- Doni, she fried
it and sent it up. Ettory's pretty
sick, and I gave her some of
the lilies to hearten him up. Land.
Seemed like he'd eat 'em. An
the Matzky baby-'twas a poor
little thing, nothin' but the ner-
est skin and bone, but she went
on dredful When-when twas
took yesterday. HaVin' the
flowers lyin' over it kind Of eased
it for her, poor thing. There's q
lot of comfort in a posy when
you're in trouble.
But your dinner is getting cold,
Miss Achsah. Rosalys moved
as if to go.
Time enough, smiled Miss
Cone. There was more l want
ed to tell you, if havin' the Doni
youngsters, Beppo an Pia an
Marco an Sp'ranza, peepin' in
all mornin' hadn't Austered me.
They can't get done lookin.' Nor
some others, that needn't be talk
ed about, poor souls. | tell you,
Miss Haven, when l saw what
you'd writ inside, New joy to
you, from Rosalys, l Just cried.
There was never a trner word.
There's been a new Joy, linger.
ing the words, for all that's
been nigh 'em since they came.
And if you'd seen little Thyra
Persen. Her folks, round on
Hopper street, were mad with
her for wantin' to marry Teddy |
Hamilton, that's nice, decent, |
hard working boy, if he is poor. |
Thyra'd told me her aunt, down
stairs, was going to let 'em get |
married in her room last even
ing, but her folks wouldn't do
thing to make it nice. My, Miss
Haven, when the flowers came
from you, | just ran. We had 'em
Iii down there-sweetening the
whole room-and some for
Thyra's little white dress, that |
had been washed almost to 9oth.
ing, and scme for Teddy's but
and we tied some into q
, wreath for her hair. She has
pretty yellow hair. Miss Haven. |
Why, it made all the difference
between just getting married and |
} real beautiful Wedding. that
she'll always remember.
Oh. cried Nancy Bluddell, her
eyes wet. lin so glad |
you had them for her, Miss Ach.
sab. I
Whether fowls are to be dressed or
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