Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-06-11

subdued. There was a crowd of shoppers;
Her brave good nature met every k1no
of antagonism women may put fortn.
for there were those who envied Phebe
the clear carmine Of her cheeks. the
liquid brightness Of her brown eyes, the
quite unfeigned abundance of her dark.
wavy hair and her white teeth AND
| those who envied her most were the
most arrogant, the hardest to please.
That was long afternoon. Through IL
all somehow the experience of the morn
ing spun fresh hope. Might he not again
appear? There came to be someth1ns
wistful in her expectancy But he dio
not come. However. twenty minutes be-
fore closing time boy came down the
aisle looking right and left saw her and
| walked straight over to her counter
Down before her he laid long box bear
| ing the label of Westmore's chief florist
said the boy, with grin.
Phebe thanked him. With trembling
fingers she pried UP the corner of the box
and peeped in. Fragrance rushed into her
face her eyes saw the pink of fresh pet
ais. Roses! Now. who. She drew
deep breath and turned to face another
important customer. Her face was a very
rose itself for joy. To be remembered by
| somebody-anybody-i such a delightful
way!
Phebe, running home with her precious
box of posies Rugged In her arms, a
song on her lips and eyes shining, met
Miss Page muff1ed in furs. walking with
a grayeyed young man buttoned up in a
trim brown ulster. Miss Page paused
and held out her hand.
How do YOU do, Phebeo" she said,
sweetly. I'm taking my first walk,
you see. Miss Hawn, my cousin, MIR.
Hugh Page
Phebe was all in a fiutter She bowed
and then. in order to get her breath. she
showed them her flowers. "Just see,
rosesr' she said. Aren't they beautiful!
Oh. do love them sou
Miss Page glanced toward her cousin.
But the gray eyes were steadily gazing
toward Phebe. Il. too, love pink roses, "
she agreed.
Phebe's hand went into the box.
Then do let me give you some Of mine
just one anyway"
Miss Page laughed. "Oh, my dear,
don't you know that I've been Ill and
so fairly suffocated with posies Of all de-
scriptions? No. you keep them for your
self But I'll tell you what you may do
for me, Phebe. if you like. You may
come to see me some evening"
ooh, I'd love to, Thank you thou
sand times for asking me-" Phebe cried.
In the whole town there was not a
happier girl than she as she hurried
home with her flowers. Yet the sight OF
the roses meant disaster. Aunt Abigail
became suspicious at once. Phebe had
Deen HlTllHS. some IHdI ldu sent Aici
the flowers 1t did not matter that Phebe
protested earnestly and truthfully that
she didn't know any men at all Miss
Potter was very stern and uncharftable.
II won't have the things in the house.
she said II never get near rose that
it don't give ME the rose cold Besides,
I'll teach you to be getting flowers from
young men. You can either throw 'em
into the garbage can or take them over
to Mrs. Brewer. Her Susie is sick
Maybe she won't mind having them
1t was with a long face that Phebe
carried the beautiful roses to Mrs
Brewers Susie. But when she saw how
the little sick girls face glowed with
delight at the sight of the lovely pink
things and how tenderly Mrs Brewer s
washboard roughened hands arranged
them In an old glass pitcher, she became
reconciled. After all. perhaps those
poor creatures needed them more than
she did. Only she did wish Aunt Abb
gail had not suspected her of low mis-
chief.
Its a dariin' you are, miss said
Mrs Brewer and it's a reward you'll