The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-03-11
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VioLErs OR RosEs2


When Noel Osmond asked her if
he might send flowers the night OF
Ifhe lIasken ball Alldsel ysxd ,sSiIed
enigiaaticany. F AAi ~
Won are very kind indeed; and !
an especially fond Of white yiolets.
Her quicR glance caught his little
starr oi surprise at the hint. White
uole,s ut that season we,e quite be-
sond the Slim purse Of young Mr.. os-
mond
Noels lips hardened into a straight
Inc All the pleasure he might feel
in knowing thar Mildred would wear
ms flowers was lost in the thought
that the flowers would hold no mean
ils for her beyond their novelty and
extravaganza
lie did not .emain long after that
rather grave and preoccupied, he held
Mlidrea's hand in bis own for biief
instant and then went away When
he reached the florists he turned in
anu asked for white yiolets. The
cierk brought out a jar of the white
blossoms. Nelyety, exquisite in texture
but duite odorless. The price was
away beyond Noelis pocketbook. ana
rs hesilated OF course they might be
charged although he was poor him.
self, was he NOT the nephew Of the
t'ch-AkN 0enond and YeFyg likely his
helr-snd he need not he mortified
~ the sight OF the girl he loved. Still
Noel QsnIond had come to the city
with high ideals of paying his way
IN the world and. going without what
he could not ray FOR i
The Wards were rich and fashion
able people But Mildred herself. the
yqunsesl daughter. was quite unspoil.
.by u all Noel had found himself
telling hef7of bis fight for a place In
le World and the ambition that kept.
hin bright4and Keen eyed ana fresh
talN! c,eani hearted in the, midst of a,
void Of temptations.
Mildied had seemed to understand
and their relations had been growing
+ iittle closer and Noel was hoping
hcping-some miracle might happen
whereby he might become rich III a
DAY and so be In position 10 declare
lis love.
And knowing his poverty. she had
expressed wish for white violets,
a telephone bell ang sharply and
lhe CLERK turned 10 the instrument.
Noel loked wislfully at the jar of
Wolets How he would have enjoyed
sending that great mass Of white bios.
sens uD 70 Nlildeedl What was the
man saying at the telephone?
" Yes, Mr.. Kenyon. we have few
Nliie yiolets-we 4 good-sized
bunch-send them up to Miss vard?
Yes, air thank YOU, sir He turned
hliskly IL Noel
If YOU do not want these sir
have an order for them au.
Il won't take them said Noel,
Turning away with sick jealousy
tearing at his hearf. He knew Tom
kenyon well--Tom was as rich as
Noel was poor.
He order pink rosebuds with
sriIn Unpleasant mouth and paid
.or them. As he strobe homeward
ne felt for the first time The gall of
p2Ferty he despised himself because
be was TOO poor 10 be able to indulge
the girl he loved. He could never hope
ID win her for his wfe-what had he
10 offer her save youth and per-
teiual struggle TO keep up appear
Snces?
Once more he would see her. would
dance with her, talk TO her: then he
q h,,
from this cola. unfeeling New York,
where money was the standard in ey-
cry walk of life He would go into
hc West. where fortunes are made
quickly, and perhaps some day. II
Tom Kenyon did not step in between
with his ready-made fortune-but it
was yer, likely Tom would step in
The hours intervening he spent in
bitter calculations that only strength
cned his resolve to cut il all and go
away and start his caree- over again
in some city whore Mildred Ward ;
lovely face and charming presence
might never tempt him from work.
He carried these bitter reflections
With him to the Haskin palace, where
"a many millions rubbed elbows that
Il seemed 10 Noel that tfe very air
a the lighted rooms spa'kled with
gold dust
He saw Millre dancing with Tors
Eenvon Tie had never been jealous
of Tom before. but ihe episode of
De yialets hal proved to him how
weak bis own standing was And
she wore on the bosom Of her rose
rnk gown-not his roses. but Tom
Ecnyon's white yioletsl
Noel made himself very wretched
that evening. He did not dance often
bat he glowerad in distant corners