The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1910-02-15

half past eleveni You know very
well how much 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 1
couldn't escape sooner. Such a poth-
er in the committed l left them
still trying to decide whether gray
blue or cream and olive would be bet
ter for the breakfast room"
"Olive and cream, should say,
with touch Of clear, vivid color here
and there" unused Nancy Blundeil,
the impatient frown vanishing from
her forehead. II mean to have mine
In" She drew quick little breath
and bit her lip.
"Osho! Already" A slender fin
ger tilted up the wilful chin, as Nancy
turned very red. LET me look well
| at you, after such open confession as
that. Ii does sound serious, on my
word! Well. you must have known
last evening how glad 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
to drag an oblong pasteboard box-a
4 h@y
from under the seat, and struggling
with the knotted cord around 1t. 81
brought it, so you could tell me what
on earth 1t meant! There!"
She tore off 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's! Mother had packed 1t yes
terday to send to ragged boy down
In Meekin Court, where Miss Cone
lives! How did IT ever reach you?
o my dear-when l spent hours hunt
ing the town over for that armful of
lilies and lilacs, because you loved
them SOL"
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
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. 1
didn't hear the other places, but | left
my-your box, l mean, on the table
with the rest, and told Barker where
1t was. The address was on a card
tied to IT.
Then Audrey mixed them up!"
fumed Nancy. Children are zoo
meddlesomo! All my lovely flowers
gone astray! Rosalys, l must have
them, ii / 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 dearesti No one but-but
Teddy should have had the shadow of
a 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!
Please! 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 go some
other day"
every well. I'll get out and take
the next car into town" averred Ro-
salys, with equal determination
PATSY must have his suit I'm time"
80 Rosalys!" Nancy looked at her
blankly II thought you-you cared
for mel"
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.
''Meehn Court. Jasper Drive as
fast as you cant You don't know
where It ISL"
"On Hopper street" explained Ro-
salys You're not angry with me
are you, Nancy?" as the coupe
whirled round and of at a 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. indif.
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. You'll como with
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