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THE LADIES' floral CABINET. 
Mother talked kindly with her about her wi-ong-doing, 
but the child interrupted with: 
“ Oh, Mamma, I most forgot! Miss Lawrence told me 
to tell you that she isn’t ready to fall into Mr. Adams’ 
arms yet.” 
“ "What do you mean, Daisy ? How came Jliss Law¬ 
rence to say such a thing?” questioned the surprised 
Mother. 
“ Why, I told her that you thought she would like to 
many Mr. Adams.” 
“ Oh Daisy! I wonder how much miscliief you have 
made this afternoon; I am so sori^' you cannot be 
' trusted.” And poor, discouraged Mrs. Green looked as 
if she could endiu-e no more. A few days previous to 
Daisy’s escapade, Mr. and Mrs. Green had been speal<ing 
of Miss Lawrence, whom they both greatly admired, 
and Mrs. Green had said it was a wonder that so lovely 
a woman had been allowed to I'einain unmanied, and 
that she should think Mr. Adams would hy and get her, 
adding. “I don’t believe she could help hking him.” It 
was this conversation that Daisy had so strangely mis¬ 
represented. Mrs. Green went to see Miss Lawrence 
without delay, told her of the message which the child 
had delivered, and then made a full and honest confes¬ 
sion of the conversation which had passed between her¬ 
self and husband. Miss Lawrence was greatly relieved 
to find that her friend had not spoken slightingly of 
her as Daisy’s words had seemed to.indicate, and the 
two ladies parted as sincere friends as ever. 
A few days later Mr. Green met Mi-. Chellis on the 
street, and, after chatting a few moments, the latter, 
who was smoking, offered his pastor a cigar. A little 
surpriMd, yet taking the offer as a joke, Mr. Green 
laughingly refused. 
“Don’t be baishful about it,” said Mr. Chellis, “we 
have found you out; Daisy ‘ let the cat out of the bag’ 
the other day.” 
“ I don’t understand you," said Mr. Green with a be¬ 
wildered look. 
“Daisy told us the other day that you were a 
smoker,” and Mr. Chellis repeated the conversation • 
which had passed between them on the occasion of ■ 
Daisy’s call. ; 
“Well! well!” exclaimed the father of that small i 
mischief-maker. “The fact is, I have been inhaling 
iodine for my throat, and Daisy calls it .smoking, x '■ 
keep my inhaler down cellar, and use it there because 
the odor is so offensive. But I should think people 
would make allowances for children’s stories. Daisy 
always get tilings mixed and distorted in some way.” \ 
Mr. Chellis made profuse apologies for having credited 
such a tiling of liis pastor for a moment, but he thought 
with dismay of the dozen or more particular friends to 
whom he had confidentially imparted the fact that 
their pastor was addicted to smoking. 
There was also in the depths of his worldly heart a 
secret regi-et at havmg found that the Haw in liis pas- i 
tor's character was wholly imaginary, yet he was re¬ 
ally an honorable man, and lost no time in contradict¬ 
ing the stoiy he had started, and explaining its harmless i 
origin. 
But the end was not yet. 'Whenever Mr. Adams met ! 
Miss Lawrence, Daisy’s words would come into his 
mind, and the idea of Miss Lawrence “ falling into his ' 
arms ” did not seem at all distasteful—in fact, each time 
they met he was more impressed that she would make 
a very desirable annful, and at last, in spite of Miss 
Lawrence’s blushes and evident avoidance of his atten¬ 
tions, he proposed and was accepted. And Daisy Green, 
aside from father and mother, has no more devoted 
friends than Mr. and Mrs. Adams. They date all then- 
happiness from the day on wliich Dai.sy went out mak¬ 
ing pai-ish caWB.—Selected. \ 
Autumn Leaves. 
It is stated by those who ought to know that the 
Autumn coloring of the leaves of the maple, oak and 
other trees on the American Continent is not due to the 
action of frost, but to certain chemical changes which 
accompany the ripening of the leaves. American 
maples taken over to Eiu-ope wiU perfect their foliage 
for a few years—that is, the briUiMt coloring ivill be 
put on-but they rapidly lose the habit, and in a few 
years the leaves fall from the rtees while still green 
according to the habit of the European species. Mr. T.' 
Meehan, the weU-known Philadelphia horticulturist 
now says that m the New Jersey marshes there ai-e 
many ti-eM of European species which, though failing 
to pot on the 
mostbRlMnt hues here. Mr. Meelian also mention 
m^rted Europem trees do not assume the autunS 
wlors, even after the trees have been raised from S 
seem that the 
^use of the color is climate, but that the same cause 
does not operate in all parts of this continent 
Be always at leism-e to do good- never moi™», • 
an excuse to decline ollices ot ^lumanity. ^ ^ ® 
Miss Woolson, in “Annie,” has this pretty descrip¬ 
tion of “ the Indian summer” season : 
If there is a time when the American of to-day recalls 
the red-skinned men who preceded him in this land he 
now calls his oum, it is during those few days of stiU- 
ness and beauty which bear the name of the vanished 
race. Work is over in the fields. Tiiey are ready for 
their \^mter rest. The leaves are gone. The trees are 
ready, too. The last red apple is gathered. Men and 
the squirrels together have gleaned the last nut. There 
IS nothing more to be done; and he who with a delicate 
imagmationwalte abroad, or drives slowly along coun- 
^ roads, finds himself thinking, in the stillness, of 
those who roved over this same ground not many yeai-s 
-mns of’ at this season thek Lall 
beautiful 
golden-purple-hued days t'le name they bear. Through 
On th^t'f sees them steaUng, bow in hand.. 
smo£ in ih'‘“f canoes. The 
d^n camiSi surely rise from the hid- 
ieJdir *^%’"®PPy^"a««Wuuds for these few 
goldeq days. Is it not ther Indian summer ’ 
