The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1881-07-30
"sAU0Y EYES :"
A sto y of Summer: Masqueradins.


Harold Carleton, as he saw her, thought
her the very incarnation of snring, she
was so young. so fresh, so full of exu-
berant vitality. Yet she was only a
cottager's daughter, apparently, for her
dress, though neat, was cheap. She
glanced up at him as she passed, with
her great, eloquent eyes, hah-shyly,
alf-mischievously.
Harold was fresh from Cambridge,
and at eighteen thought himself quite
In another sphere, even in point of age,
from the rustic of thirteen. He was
disposed to be patronizing.
whats the hurry, little Saucy
Eyesp" he said. ''Stop and give fell
low kiss
MY name isn't Saucy Eyes, and you
know it. Gentlemen and she en-
phasized the word, ''when they speak
to me call me Miss Kent"
She had stopped to say this, and she
now walked on with head erect, and
the air of born princess.
''Whewrn whistled Harold, s'but I've
made a mess of it. No cottager's daueh-
ter has an accent like that. Who the
deuce can she bep A regular little spit
fire, though.
He ventured to ask the landlord about
her, at the small inn where he lodged.
He had come to this picturesque, billy
region on trout-fshing excursion, and
knew no one there.
80, that's the minister's daughter"
was the reply. Had her arms full of
hawthorn, you sayP Yes, there's plen-
ty of it about here; one of the few
places there is. We've miles of hedges.
Miss Kate was taking the bloom home
to decorate the parlor She's a rare
~ H.
decorate the church at Christmas. All
| the young ladies give way to her in
that, though she is but child as yet.
IF she grows up as pretty rs she is
| now, she'll make many a fellows heart
ache," said Harold, philosophically, as
| he helped himself to another brook
| trout; and in five minutes more, so ex-
| cellent was the dinner, he had forgot
ten all about the child.
Years passed. Harold had taken his
degree and was now studying law. the
profession of his father. Hugh Garlic
ton, and his grandfather before him.
Just before the summer vacation began
| he had letter from home.
Save shall certainly expect you,
DEAR" his mother wrote, ''this year,
and win take no excuses. 1t has been
4 WV 1Ct4o oAhSO yO0 NOAO A0AAOs AZ
member We have had such an access
sion, too, to our society. Our new rec
| tor is n most excellent man, and has
| such a charming daughter, a very pref
/ ty girl. and SO bright. intelligent and
| high-bred." s. lids
Now Harold. who had gone the sum-
mer before to France ands Germany,
had thought this year of going to Nor
! way-had almost given his promise, in
| fact; but at this appeal he wrote back
that he would come home and spend
| the whole vacation at ''Inglewood." fol
that was the name of HUGH Carleton &
| place.
| 'Dear mamma, it was so hard on hel
| last year." he said to himself.
| The very day that Harold came home
| the rector went away on four weeks
| visit with his wife. and the last words
he said to his daughter, as he got into
the carriage, We're:
Goodbye, Katie, and don't forget
to go up to Squire Carleton's and ash
to have the gardener come to see the
| garden. The squire told me to send
for him only yesterday. With his aid
we can manage to keep the garden
very nice.'
II suppose I might as well go al
once" said Kate, when the carriage
had disappeared. Dear old papa ]
am sorry you and ma have gone; but
I'm going TO have lots of fun, with no
one but old Mamie to look after me. y
and her eyes fairly danced with the
mischief of eighteen.
Harold Carleton himself was in the
garden when Katie came in. He had
arrived unexpectedly the night before.
a week sooner than he had expected.
He was fond of little amateur gard
ening at times, and was just now bend
ing over a moss-rose bush, hoe in hand.
His back was toward Katie, and she.
supposing him to be the gardener,
called out:
80, Adam-thats your name, hear
please ask Mr. Carleton If he can
spare you for couple of hours this al
ternoon. It's Dr.. Kent's, you know. al
| the reetorY."
Harold glanced nisch;evously at tue
pretty face half hidden by the tall lilies,
which she had stopped to smell as she
was speaking. Here was chance for
some sport. Kate had never, probably,
seen the new gardener, who had only
come two days befores Why could not
he personate the old fellowp 1t was
fortunate for him that lie had an old
coat on. he thought.
%, caiiIng Adam, he took Che OLD
man into the plot, giving him o crown
Tor hush-monev, and In the afternoon
made his appearance at the rectory,
and knocking at the back door, asked
for orders
20. Adam, is it your cried Kate.
coming forward. aLet me show you
yonr work. I'll put on my garden hat,
and be out IN O minuten
Harold presented rather curious
appearance as he followed Kate down
the long walk. His usually elegant at
tire Ind been exchanged for jacket
and trousers Of coarse jean, and his
dark curling hair was covered by O
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; .stie up the rcses. and then weed
this bed of hyacinths; train this wis
| 4aria, and il you have any more time.
come to me for further orders. =
Harold bowed aWkwardly. while .