The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1915-06-26

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er's in the bright living DON
And remain al home, dear2"
queried Mrs. Dayton, a%nxiously. She
had not yet adjusted herself to the
modern scheme of society which per
mits its daughters and wives to go
nomically Independent.
Polly nodded definitely. Very much
at home, mother mine. Let me
tell you about it: First, you know
there is a large and fiourishing or
ganization in the city which has for
its colors primrose and purple; there
is another equally f~ourishing organ
iZation of women which has for It's
color, yellow. Now, these clubs will.
this year, have many and varied so-
cial and public functions, at all OF
which they will use their club colors
in flowers, if possible. | know wom-
en- in both sets through whom, | am
confident, | can get contracts to sup
ply all the purple and primrose and
yellow flowers that are to be used.
A AAinh We Cdn AndA = GA w ~
raise of the flowers that exactly carry
out the color scheme of the clubs.
Don't you see 1t, mother?"
"Oh, | dol do see it, dear daugh-
ter. 1t is a wonderful conception, and
believe you and / together, with the
help of good old Joe Fisher, whose
very hands seem to caress the flowers
he plants, can make 1t a success"
Polly made practical and definite
plans for her business venture, and
as spring approached she and her
mother and the old day gardener who
had worked with them for years, cul
tivated every available spot in the
grounds. They made room among
the rocks for rich earth and took out
stones here and there along the tor
to permit of growing the flowers. Thus
it was not long before flowers were
coming up everywhere, and every
bloom was to be primrose. purple Oh
yellow.
The organizations which Polly ap'
preached with her plans were more
than glad to know of a place where
they could obtain their W sorts OF
flowers and have them shipped in
good shape.
BY summer the wall of primrosef
about the Dayton home was exquisite
to behold, and Polly and her mothel
rejoiced in the fact that neighbori
brought their friends to see 1t. The,
watched autcmobilists stop to admire
it, and felt proud of their work.
One day when Polly, in her grea
rose-covered hat and simple summe'
frock, was standing outside of thu
wall cutting blooms, an AUTOMOBILE
stopped before the wall.
Polly did not look up but she coul(
hear that there was conversation be
tween a man and a woman about th'
flowers.
Finally a young man approached
her. Il beg your pardon" he said
his motor cap In his hand. Mother
cannot longer resist the temptation
to ask you If you will let her have
few of your beautiful primroses."
"Why-of course" Polly said
quickly. She looked out toward th'
auto and smiled at the woman VIII
sat therein.
Mother was prevented this yea
from going to her home in the Soutl
of England on account of the war
Always homesick for her own land
the very country, by the way, where
The Rosary vas written-the con
slant sight of your primrose wall a.
we pass each day has made her more
So. She thinks If she might have
few of the flowers it would-well, j
would help some," laughed the young
man, somewhat embarrassed by the
fact thai he was asking a favor from
a strange-and very lovely-youns
woman.
do let me speak to your mother,
said Polly. quickly, running over Il
the car, scissors in hand.
She stood for a long time talkins
to Mrs. Noble and her son George
And when the elderly woman left
her hands were full Of Polly's prim
roses and she had promised to re
turn whenever her bowl at home was
empty.
Twice a week Mrs. Noble came t
Polly Dayton's garden for primroses
Polly would not take money, for sh'
deemed 1t a pleasure to give them t.
anyone who loved the flowers So
dearly. And 1t was from your owl
Devonshire country that l got my In
SEPARATION to begin this venture" POLL
told her one day when the four
Mrs. Noble. her son. Polly and he
mother-sat at a rustic table undel
a wisteria arbor in the Dayton gar
den slipping cool glasses of tea
What a success 1t is! l a hardl!
Believe 1t and-to add to that" Polil
looked af~feetionately at her mothel
as she continued, my dear little
mother. here. has grown pink
checked and strong working out o
doors and handling the beautiful
blossoms for market. Also hers
She laughed merrily. she has Learned