The Independent. (Cashion, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 52, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 4, 1911 Page: 6 of 16
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Miss Bradford's Hollyhocks
By ELLA M. BANGS
"Look here, Hannah, see what a
large flower this Is."
The old servant pushed up the win-
dow screen, and looked out. "My
land. Miss Elinor!" she exclaimed,
"them hollyhocks will be blowing out
l)lg over's your head llrst thing you
For fifty years the Bradford place
had been known for its beautiful hol-
lyhocks. The present owuer, Miss
Elinor, was no longer young, but as
ehe stood In the old garden, straight
and slender, a soft color In her cheeks,
and the breeze milling her brown hair,
she seemed a fitting occupant for the
place she loved so well. The roses,
phlox, marigolds, and hosts of other
flowers were all dear to her, but sin-
gularly her most sentimental mem-
ories were associated with the holly-
hocks. They recalled the one love of
her life, and her youthful lover, Eu-
gene Sargent, he whom her father had
forbidden to come to the house, and
■who, at length, had gone from the
village declaring that he would come
back some day and claim her. She
was thinking now of how they had
ntood on this spot. When turning to
leave ho had said: "I shall think of
you always standing here among your
flowers, and you tho prettiest flower
Sho had never seen him since that
day. Tho woman turned half im-
patiently, for It vexed her that with
this memory of Eugene there should
intrude that of another, Tom Wyman.
Sho had never cared for him, and
that fact had blinded her, perhaps, to
tho seriousness of his feeling for her,
for a year after Eugene had gone,
Tom had spoken, finding her there in
tho old garden, and her response had
been so decided that he had seen how
unwelcome his attention was. A pink
hollyhock had dropped from her
hand, he had picked it up, holding it
for a moment against the pink of her
dress, with the words:
"It is like you."
This she had resented somewhat.
Had he compared her to a rose or a
lily there would have been something
poetical about it, but a hollyhock!
Tom, too, had gone out of her
knowledge years ago. Turning to the
house, Elinor left her sentimental
memories and went about her usual
One afternoon a week or two later
ehe was sitting out on her woodbine-
shaded piazza, her sewing beside her,
when o shadow fell across tho walk,
followed a moment later by Its sub-
stance—and a solid one it was—a
man, rotund and florid, with a heavy
mustache and conspicuous watch
chain. All this Elinor's glance took
In, with the fact that he was a
stranger. As ho saw her, however,
he reached out his hand.
"Elinor," he began, "you ain't for-
gotten me, 1 hope?"
Who was this calling her by name?
There was something vaguely famil-
iar about him. Then, a shock of un-
pleasant surprise driving the color
from her face, she said slowly: "Eu-
gene—can this be Eugene Sargent?"
"Sure thing," returned the man
with a laugh louder than the circum-
stances seemed to warrant. "Didn't
expect ine, I dare say."
Elinor murmured some response
and sank into her chair. She could
not at once adjust her old ideal to
tho possibility of thla presence.
Words did not fail him, however,
and he was soon speaking of himself.
"Yes," he informed his hostess,
"I've been in Kansas City most of the
time since I shook off New England.
There's something about the west
that brings out a man. Now, If I'd
stayed here all my life 1 shouldn't
been the man I am today. I ain't
tho boastin' kind, but—folks in Kan-
bas City know who Eugene Sargent
"You have a family?" Elinor ques-
tioned as at length he paused.
"One son, he's comin' In with me
as soon as he's through school. My
wife, she died a year ago."
The man readily accepted an Invi-
tation to stay to supper, and Elinor
went to tell Hannah.
"I heard somebody out on the piaz-
za," the old servant responded, "and
mistifisted what was comin'. My
land! if he's got an appetite to match
his voice I'd better get Joel to kill
The visitor remained late into the
evening, and before ho put it into
words, Elinor could not be blind as
to the reason of his coming, and she
lay awake long that night thinking
over the almost unbelievable fact that
Eugene had come back, had asked her
to marry him, and she had refused.
Tho following morning she said to
Hannah: "Do you know w^ho my last
night's visitor was?"
The woman turned abruptly, eager
curiosity alive in her face. "No."
"Eugene Sargent! That man? Why
—Land Miss Elinor, I guess It's a
lucky thing you never married him."
Her mistress smiled when the other
went on, " 'Pon the whole, when I
see how different folks turns out from
what you think they're goin' to when
they're young, I wonder half the mar-
ried folks are as happy as they be."
The summer passed, the hollyhocks
faded, later flowers, blossomed and
were gone, while Elinor realized that
the dream of her life, hitherto but
half acknowledged, had gone as well,
but life went on, if not quite the
same, at least as contentedly as be-
fore Eugene Sargent's visit.
The winter w re away, ajid the old
garden was once' more in bloom when
one morning Elinor was arranging
some flowers out on the piazza, she
heard an automobile approaching, and
looked up. The next instant she
sprang to her feet. Two children
playing near by started suddenly to
cross the street. They were in the
path of the oncoming vehicle.
She covered here eyes instinctively.
The next moment there was a crash,
and tremblingly she looked out. The
autoist, at the risk of his own life,
had avoided the children by steering
against a large rock rising on one
side of the roadway. The car was
badly damaged, and Its one occupant
lay beside it unconscious.
Elinor ran down the steps and
knelt beside tho still figure.. In him
she saw a stranger, perhaps forty
years of age, broad shouldered, and
with touches of gray in his dark hair.
She ran for Joel, who with a passing
neighbor, carried the man into the
house. A doctor was sent for, and
meantime Elinor bathed his forehead
and bound up tho cut on his head. A
letter had fallen from his pocket; the
name upon it was Charles F. Taylor,
and a Chicago address.
In due time Doctor Sprague arrived.
Ills patient must have a few stitches
taken, but just yet he could not tell
as to how much or little he might
otherwise be injured.
"Can you keep him here, Miss Brad-
ford, for a day or two?" he asked. "I
would rather not have him moved at
She could keep him, of course, but
it wras not until the following morn-
ing that the strange man opened his
eyes to a realization of his surround-
"Where am I?" were his first words.
?]linor moved over beside him. "You
have been hurt," she answered, "and
we are taking care of you."
Several moments later he asked i
second question. "What happened?"
"You risked your life to save two ]
"Did it—were they—saved?"
"Yes, oh yes."
A few days later Doctor Sprague
pronounced his patient out of danger.
"There, Mr. Taylor," Elinor began
one morning as she placed a bouquet
on the table beside him, "I am bring-
ing bits of my garden to you. but j
soon, I hope, you can go to the gar- ■
den. I particularly want you to see I
A peculiar expression passed over
the man's face. "I wonder why you
all call me Taylor."
In surprise Elinor explained. "I
see." he said then, "and I am from
Chicago, but my name happens to be
His companion gasped. "Tom Wy-
man!" she exclaimed, "and I never
"I must have changed more than s
you have," the man went on, "I would j
have known you anywhere."
Whereupon, to her own indignant
amazement, Elinor found herself
blushing like a school girl.
"For several years I have been in-
tending to come back to the old
home," the man continued, "but it
never came right till now. I hoped 1
to call upon you while here, but I did
not intend to literally hurl myself at
your door as I seem to have done. So
you see, 1 have seen your garden, but
for that reason I am all tho mora
anxious to see it now."
A week later his wish was realized,
and as they walked through the old
garden he was telling more of his life j
to his companion than ever before.
"But—" he ended gravely, "I have
never married. There has never been !
They walked on in silence for a mo-
ment, before he paused looking down
at her. Her glance met his and fell !
before It. Then with all the longing ,
of twenty years he reached out his
And without a word she went to
him. A little later he took a small
case from his pocket and held its con-
tents before her.
"Do you remember that?" he asked
It was a faded, pink hollyhock.
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IN THE VERNACULAR.
More than thirty years ago, when
Colonel Frobel of Atlanta was called
on to gage the water in a neighboring
stream, he one day had an amusing
encounter with an old farmer who
came along on a wood cart, drawn by
When he reached the colonel, h
stopped the cart, and inquired, per-
"What on 'arth are them men doin'
"They are trying to find out how
many bucketfuls of water run down
this creek in 24 hours," said the col-
"Mister, are that a true fact?" asked
"Yes, that's just what it is," said
"Well, mister," said the old man,
In a tone of much disapproval and
anxiety, "it mought be all right, but
it do appear to me such doin's are on- ;
constitootional." — Youth's Compaa-
Highly Prized Position.
Wolves have long been extinct in
France, yet there are a hundred "lleu<
tenant de la louveterle" whose nomi-
nal duty it is to keep these animals
under, says the Westminster Gazette,
Among the holders of this office are
aristocrats, such as the Prince d'Aren-
berg and the Marquis de Clermont
Tonnerre, and millionaires like the
Comte Greffulhe and M. Paul Lebaudy.
They draw no salary, but the state
provides them with a showy uniform,
the buttons of which are adorned with
wolves' heads. The distinction la
keenly sought after, as the "lieu-
tenants de la louvetrie" liave shooting
rights in all the state domains and
thus enjoy some of the beet sport in
Rooster—Your wife's laying for you!
Drake—Gee! I guess I'll duck.
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"I suffered from the early part of
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of March with severe skin eruptions
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treated it as a trivial matter. But
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cated washrags, cold cream, vanish-
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ever. Alter that I diagnosed my cases
as eczema, because of its dry, scaly
appearance. The itching and burning
of my scalp became so intense that I
thought I should go mad, having not
slept regularly lor months past, only
at intervals, waking up now and then
because of the burning and itching of
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