The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1919-08-21
to the OTHER heights he hoped to at

He arrived at the house on the mir
tual, kept him waiting. The Harring
tons were ali packed comfortably il
their motor car. They kept calm.
impatiently.
Wen be late, Jean, and James Id.
to see about the signals and put u
some more ribbons. You know he
marshal OF the day"
go on" called Jean sweetly from
her window, I'm Just fastening on N.
flowers. I'll be there in a minute
DON'T wait, III catch you"
They heard her footsteps flyinf
down the stairs and Harrington startec
the car. =.
"Waith, James, I must see wha'
flowers she chose
NONSENSE" said her husband, send
ing the car shooting forward at a pace
You a wait till she gets there. What
difference does it make anyway"
Why, il she doesn't take the right
ones I can send her back" said
Eleanor, twisting her neck to see her
sister. who was just mounting her
pony.
"The right ones? You don't know
which ones you want her to wear
yourself; you've said so a dozen times
this morning" laughed her husband
jeeringly.
well, / know, but there are some
quite impossible ones, you know, and
Jean is SO queer and unconventional
1t would be just like her to wear John
Boards peoples because she felt sorry
for him on account of his limeness.
She always was that way. Mamma let
her choose o canary when she was
little, and she chose a poor, little faded
thing that wouldn't sing a note, be.
cause she said it wasn't pretty like the
others and would enjoy a nice cage
We'll, I guess you'll have to let her
choose her own husband. anyway.
She's got to live with him, and she's
got a big will Of her own"
T know" said Eleanor, signing. 81
shall be relieved when she gets safely
married. Mamma is so shut in that
she doesn't realize how unworldly
Jean is. But, James, do wish you'd
slow up a little. I must see those
flowers. Betty, dear. can you tell what
they are Aunt Jean is yearing?"
The little girl craned her neck.
II think they're just roses, mamma"
said eBtty indifferently.
Roses? Are you sure, child? Aren't
they orchids?" The poor captain! But
there was multitudes of roses l won
der whose they are"
They had turned into the main
street, now. Banners we're flying and
a band playing martial music. The
question Of the flowers must perforce
become a side issue, for there were
numberless little things 10 be decided,
and Mrs. Harrington was consulted
many times before she finally mounted
the grand stand and took her seat
among the prominent people OF the
place, looking around with satisfaction
to see Jean ascending the steps fol-
lowed by the handsome captain, whose
detected face still showed his disap-
pointment about the orchids. For the
moment she was too much taken up
with the captain to look closely at the
wonderful roses that Jean wore; then
suddenly she turned her attention to
them. Where had she seen roses like
those? Who could have sent them?
Then memory leaped Oh duty. Roses
yellow as gold and with a heart OF
ruby! Hollis Golden Sunset! She
could hear her husbands sharp voice
repeating the hateful name. Could 1t
be possible that he had had the aduc-
ity to send Jean roses on this day.
when all eyes would be turned to the
girl? And Jean, knowing how they
felt about him, had dared to wear
them!
Her cheeks grew red and her eyes
flashed. She looked daggers at the
girl. and then. realizing that the cap
tain could 81 her, tried to control her
face; and even now Jean was moving
away to the seat on the right, the seat
OF honor for the lady who was to pre-.
sent the prizes.
Jean, wait! I must speak to you, =
she called. Jean, two chairs away,
leaned over, smiling. Perhaps she
knew what was coming, but her lips
had that firm little twist as she said:
What is it?" that indicated courage
to stick to a decision.
Eleanor Harrington leaned over the
two chairs, speaking low and yehem
entity:
Jean, take those flowers off ant
give them One at once! Ill sent
the i back for the orchids. People
will just think You have forgotten
your flowers. Quick, give them I,
me.
Jean drew back with pretty dignity
and laid her hand .protecttngly over tn,
flowers at her waist:
.I'm sorry, E1eanor," she said gent.
and decidedly. IT can't do what yol
ash. These are the flowers ! inten'
Ito wear. Captain Wetherin under
stands me perfectly. ! told him BIZ
fofehand not tn send me flowers
And she turned away.
ssBnt. Jean" cried her sister fra,
tically. .yon simply must not wea
those rOaea! Send the man hack "a