His Flower
When Mr. Ferris Archer was ush
ered by an obsequious butler into the
luxurious library of Judge Van Nos
trand on a certain cold evening late
in November, and sank into a comfort
able casy-chair before a bright fire of ,
soft coal, it wan with a feeling of I
comrlcte and entire satisfaction.
He had, in short, for months been j
living in a sort of Fool's Paradise, and ;
he was at this moment awaiting the j
coming of the woman he loved. A j
bold and skillful painter of brilliant
landscapes Archer was, and, with
hosts of friends among the loveliest
and most brilliant women in the town,
he chose to lay the tribute of his love
at the feet of the quietest and least ,
dazzling of them all.
By Georgia CustJa
(Copyright.)
Helen Van Noatrand was not “a
man’s woman;" she had many friends,
but they were chiefly among those of
her own sex; and in spite of her
wealth and jtoaltion and the charming
and gracious hospitality which she
dispensed aa head of her father’s
leasehold (for her mother had died
when she was a eery young girl), in
spit# also of a certain quiet charm of
manner which eren birth and breed
ing do not always bestow. Miss Van
Nostrand had the reputation of being
rather cold and reserved, and there
wer# even those who rather feared to
meet the severe directness of her hon
est gray eyea. Yat there were others,
and Archer was one of these, who
knew that under the rather cold ex
terior there heat a warm, impulsive,
woman’s heart.
Absolutely free from coquetry, Miss
Van Nostrand had never betrayed for
Archer the slightest feeling beyond
the frankest confidence and good will;
they were the best of friends,, which
was just what rendered the situation
most hopeless. ,
Moreover. Archer was proud. Far 1
too proud to ask the daughter of
Judge Van Naatrand to cast in her lot
with a vagabond artist like himself.
And so he drifted on, trying to be con
tent with the half sovereignty of a
kingdom upon whose throne he could
never hope to sit; and at least his se
cret was his own.
He was kept waiting for her coming
rather longer than usual on this par
ticular evening, and he had fallen into
a reverie from which he was aroused
by a little ripple of a laugh which
made him spring to his feet. It was
good to hear Helen Van Nostrand's
laugh.
"Ah!” she said; "1 was wording an >
apology for keeping you waiting while
I was finishing the copying of father’s .
speech for the great meeting to-mor- j
row night—and here I come upon you
so absorbed in thoughts of somebody j
else that you do not even hear me
enter the room.”
She was tall for a woman, vet, she I
was obliged to throw back her head a
little to reach the higher level of his i
eyea.
She dropped her own presently,
blushing a little at the expression in
his, which had in it something more j
than his usual attentiveness, and she
gently disengaged the hand which he j
had held while she was speaking. !
With the other hand she lightly
touched a bunch of double violets, the
only spot of color about her dress of
soft gray. “Yon see,” she said, “I
have your violets, and you must be
prepared for a little lecture on ex
travagance; flowers are not to be had
at this season Just for the plucking,
nor should my selfish passion for them
be indulged in so often.”
“But,” said Archer, smiling as be
drew up a chair for her beside his
own, “what if I could prove, that
aside from tha quite immeasurable
pleasure which I receive in sending
you the flowers, you are also Indirect
ly helping somebody who could per
haps be helped in no other way?”
Helen raised questioning eyes. ‘‘I
fear I do not understand," she said,
shaking her head. “If you mean the
florist or the person who grows the
violets—” —- • ■
“Right as usual,” cried Archer;
“but how did you guess the secret of
my pretty flower maiden?” Another
question in the gray eyes. “I have
wanted to tell you about her before,”
Archer went on, and he paused a mo
ment and smiled thoughtfully, as
though he were conjuring up a pleas
ant vision, Helen thought.
“You see,” he went on, “I have al
ways known your fondness for vio
lets, and I always procured those I
sent you at one particular place. One
day, a few months ago, I went in and
found the proprietor (a very good
sort of a fellow, by the way) talking
to a pretty young woman, whom I
recognized at once as the daughter of
an old friend of my father’s whom I
had not seen for years; she remem
bered me, strangely enough, and I
walked home with her, talking over all
that had happened since we parted.
Hers was a sad story, poor child; her
father had embezzled and then died,
leaving his wife (a chronic invalid)
and his young daughter to struggle on
as best they could. They had a small
house, the only thing left from the
wreck, with a large, old-fashioned gar
den in the rear. I remember as a boy
how fond Amy was of digging and
planting there; she could always make
anything grow, and it occurred to her
that she might raise flowers for the
market. She had arranged with
Mather & Grau, it seems, to send all
her violets to them, and they send
them directly to you; she does not
suspect me, of course, and so you see
we are really rendering her the assist
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“Certainly I Will Go and See Your
Friend,” She Said.
ance which she so much needs, with
out in any way wounding her pride.”
Helen had been watching Archer
attentively as he talked, biting off
little pieces from a violet with her
white teeth. "Is she pretty?” she
asked suddenly.
“Yes, and more than that,” said
Archer. “She has the most unusual
and delicate coloring, and a pretty
trick of drooping her head, which al
ways reminds me of a flower.”
"I should like to see this dainty
beauty,” said Helen, but somehow her
voice lacked Its usual cordiality.
Archer did not notice it.
“Would you, really?” he said eager
ly. "Do you mean that you w'ould go
and see the poor little thing? She
has no friends, you know; that is, no
women-friends, and ever since I have
discovered how sad and lonely her
life is I have wished that she could
know you.”
Helen paused a moment before re
plying.
“Certainly I will go and see your
friend,” she said, speaking in spite of
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i herself a little coldly. “I do not quite
see, however, how I could help her,
since of course she would not ac
cept—”
“Oh, no! not that,” said Archer
quickly. “But you see I have told her
about you, so that you would not be
quite strangers, and your interest,
your sympathy would do for her”—
he would have added, "what they have !
done for me,” but something in her '
manner made him pause, and then
they drifted on to talk of other things, j
but there was a subtle change in her I
manner which Archer's quick sen- j
sitiveness did not fail to note, and I
much earlier than usual he rose to go. J
She held out her hand with her usual I
graciousness at parting, and when
Archer had reached the hall he re
membered that after all he had failed
to give her the address of the young
grower of violets.
As he reentered the room, he stood
for a moment in the doorway waiting
for Helen to turn her head, and think
ing to surprise her as she had done
earlier in the evening. And then Miss
Van Nostrand did a strange fhing; she
was standing where he had left her be
fore the mantel, and presently she un- '
pinned the violets from her dress, held
them for a moment in her hand as
though irresolute, and then, stooping,
she laid the flowers deliberately on
j the glowing coals. And then she j
turned and saw Archer watching her
in astonished silence; with a little cry
she instinctively clasped her hai»ds
over the place where the flowers had
been fastened on her dress. A great ‘
wave of color had swept all over her ■
face, but Archer was very pale as his
quick glance traveled from the little |
clasped hands to the flowers smoul- i
dering in the fire. Presently he came
close to her and tried to read her
eyes, veiled beneath impenetrable lids.
“Helen,” he said hoarsely, “you do not
care for the violets—is it—because I
sent them that you scorn them thus?”
And then, as she did not reply, he
went on, “I knew you did not care for
me,” he said, “but oh, Helen! it is
cruel to learn it in this way!”
She could not endure the agonized
entreaty of his voice, and she raised
her eyes, full of a penitence, whose
full meaning he did not dare to un
derstand.
“Oh, Ferris,” she faltered. “Can you
not see? I thonght you loved her—
your flower girl—and so—”
But she did not finish her sentence.
Archer had seized both her hands and
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was laugning in a perrect aeiirmm ot
joy. “You thought I loved Amy!” he
cried. "Oh, Helen, how could you be
so blind! And besides, I forgot to tell
you she 1b going to be married to Mr.
Grau, the rich florist, in the spring.
But, Helen!”—he had drawn her so
close that he could whisper the words
in her ear—“she shall force her
choicest violets to bloom for our wed
ding, shall she not?”
And Helen threw back her head
with a happy little laugh. “Violets
are the only flowers I shall ever wear ■'*
she said.
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