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A BUNCH OF FLOWERS
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white lilacs and mignonette ! " And Eleanor turned to him with the face of a beseeching child.
" Oh ! come on, you little old grandmother, with your burblings about oldfashioned flowers. We '11 get those another time. I know you want to see me in a swagger pair of gloves." And Colton took his wife's arm with his happiest smile and drew her from her garden of dreams into the haberdashery next door.
' ' We '11 get yours next Saturday, honey," as having purchased a pair of gloves for himself, she laid her own shabbily gloved hands on the backs of his own neatly fitted ones, which he was viewing with so much complacency.
"Quite a difference," Eleanor remarked, a little dryly for her, dropping them to her sides again as he turned to the door.
It was the same outside, charming, spring hats, so dear woman's heart, lured her to a window, but once more she was borne away by her buoyant husband to a hatter near-by, whence he emerged with the very latest thing in velours pulled down upon his head.
"Dont you think it's great, dearie ? ' ' beaming upon her his captivating smile.
"It certainly is, and looks stunning." But Eleanor shot him a penetrative little look as she saw him beaming down upon her, utterly blind to the little, rusty, velvet hat she wore so jauntily.
And somehow, suddenly, her eyes opened wide, wide, and she knew her husband.
Then she remembered something that she never forgot for long, and gently laid her hand on Colton 's arm.
"I think, Harry, perhaps I shouldn't stay out any longer — I'm tired and hungry."
For a minute her husband looked at her in a puzzled way. Then his face
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suddenly softened to an unusual tenderness.
"You poor darling ! ' ' — drawing her hand in his arm — "I had forgotten. I've bought everything I need, and we'll beat it for home."
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And when his little son came, he was crazy with delight.
"It's a boy, fellows" — gripping hands all around in the department — "and I'm off for the day."
Outside he met Jim Carter, an old club friend.
"Say, Jim, old man, it's a boy — put it there!" And stretching out his hand, he seized Carter's right and began pumping it up and down.
Carter looked dazed a moment ; then, intelligence dawning, he began pumping Colton 's arm.
"Say, by Jove! that's great, Colton — greatest thing I've heard today. The Colton smile is in a fair way to go down the generations." And Carter ceased pumping, to link arms with Colton.
"Come on, old chap — we've got to have a drink on that — something extra fine!"
An hour later, when Colton and Carter left the cafe, Harry remembered why he had started home early.
"Gee! I mus' ha' fo'got," he mumbled, as Carter bade him a bacchanalian farewell. Colton, looking up, saw a florist's sign.