The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-08-12

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Harold glanced mischevously at the
pretty face half hidden by the tall lilies,
which she had stopped to smell as she
was speaking. Here was q chance for
some sport. Kate had never, probably,
seen the new gardener, who had only
come two days before. Why could not
he personate the old fellowp 1t was
fortunate for him that he had an old
coat on, he thought.
So, calling Adam, he took the old
man into the plot, giving him crown
for hush-money, and in the afternoon
made his appearance at the rectory,
and knocking at the back door, asked
for orders.
90, Adam, is it your cried Kate,
coming forward. 'Let me show you
your work. I'll put on my garden hat,
and be out in minute"
Harold presented rather curious
appearance as he followed Kate down
the long walk. His usually elegant at
tire had been exchanged for jacket
and trousers of coarse jean, and his
dark curling hair was covered by a
red wig, similar in color to Adams
fiery locks. lie had assumed the same
shutting, awkward gait also.
Here is your work, ADAM" said
Kate; "tie up the roses, and then weed
this bed of hyacinths; train this wis.,
taria, and, If you have any more time,
come to me for further orders"
Harold bowed awkwardly, while a
mischievous CLEAN shot from the brown
eyes as he proceeded to tie up the way
ward roses.
This is getting interesting" he OBJ
served. 81 wonder what my next Or
der will beP By George, but Miss Kate
queens it well! What perfect little
beauty she is! Whew! how hot it is!'
He wiped the perspiration from his
heated brow.
a begin to understand how the orig
inal Adam must have felt when COM
manded to earn his bread by the sweat
of his brow. There. the wistaria is tied
up. Faith, num-" he said, as Kate re-
appeared, 81 was jist comm TO see
whatever else there was to be did"
"How nice you've made things look!"
cried Katie, as she glanced at the roses
and wistaria "But it's warm work,
isn't itP Adams your name, | believe.
am glad" affably, "to make your ac-
quaintance, Adam"
Faith. mum, but it is that same as
you say" replied Adam, drawing his
straw hat further down over his eyes,
still more to hide his face.
well, Adam, train up this hedge,
and then you may CO." she answered,
and then swept away.
Several days went by. The pretend
ed Adam never failed to be on hand in
the afternoon. But in the morning
Harold Carleton, in his own proper
person, had fishing, boating and picnic
excursions, most of which Katie at
tended; for by this time the squire's
wife had called, bringing her son, and
of course, after that, Katie was includ-
ed in everything that went on.
Katie, too, learned to like Harold
Carleton very much, for no one more
genial or whole-souled ever existed. -
He was generous to fault, frank and
open-hearted rs the day, and had out
grown the conceit and coXcombery Of
his youth.
One morning, when Katie went into
the garden Unexpectedly, she found
Adam tanning himself with his straw
hat, which was usually drawn so close
ly over his eyes, and she caught a quick
glance that reminded her of Harold.
But it was only for moment.
He had not seen her, nor did he SEQ
her when she quietly seated herself in
vine-covered summer-house, and took
out some pretty, graceful work with
which she soon became quite absorbed.
The long, drowsy..afternoon was wear
ing away. Nothing but the tinkle of
the little brook back of the rectory, the
sound of the scythe which Adam was
welding, and the murmur of the bees,
broke the silence of the place. Sud-
denly Katie's ear was arrested by a
clear, manly voice, singing bar from
fav orite opera, in a rich, ringing
tenor.
She started to her feet and looked
out. Only last evening she had sung,
with Harold Carleton, that very song,
and this surely was his voice again.
But no one was in sight except Adam,
who was industriously hoeing peas The
truth was, Harold, ignorant of Katie's
presence, had forgotten himself; but
he was now furious mt his indiscrc ton,
for he had heard Katie, and knew what
called her out.
"Adam. has Mr.. Carleton been hereP"
she asked 81 thought | heard him,
| just now"
mo, mum, it's not yet that didn't
say him." said the apparently stolid
Irishman.
81 was sure it was his voice." said
Katie, looking just trlhe disap-
pointed.
He would cross-examine Katie lit
tie, and thus discover her real feeling
toward himself So he asked, careless
ly, though his whole heart was in her
answer:
''Did yees wish TO say him, missp
For it's mesilf as will be afther sinding
the likes of him to yeesp'
"No," said Katie, decidedly. stop
talking, and 60 to work. am afraid
you are getting lazy" and Katie walk
cd off with her most queenly step.
"Whew!" whistled Harold. she's
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