Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1881-10-13
"SAUCE EYES"

She came smiling across the fields,
her arms laden with hawthorn bloom.
Harold Carleton, as he saw her, thought
her the very incarnation of spring, she
was so young, SO fresh, SO full of ex-
uberant vitality. Yet she was only IA
cottager's daughter, apparently, for her
dress, though neat, was cheap. She
glanced up at him as she passed, with
her great, eloquent eyes, half-sly, half
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
Eyes?" he said. "Stop and give a fell
low a kiss"
my name isn't Saucy Eyes, and you
know it. Gentlemen" and she empha-
sized 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.
"Whewl' whistled Harold, "but I've
made mess of it. No cottager's
daughter has an accent like that. Who
the deuce can she be? 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, hilly
region on trout-tishing excursion, and
knew no one there.
80, that's the minister's daughter, :"
was the reply. Had her hands full of
hawthorn, you say? Yes, there's plenty
of it about here; one of the few places
there is. We've miles of hedges. Miss
Kate was taking the bloom home to dec
crate the parlor. She's rare one for
flowers You should see her 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 as she is
now she'll make many fellows heart
ache" said Harold, philosophically, as
he helped himself to another brook
trout; and III five minutes more, so ex-
cellent was the dinner, he had forgotten
all about the child.
Years passed. Harold had taken his
degree and was now studying law, the
profession of his father, Hugh Carleton
and his grandfather before him. Just
before the summer vacation began he
had received letter from home.
eve shall certainly expect you,
DEAR" his mother wrote, "this year, and
will take no excuses. 1t has been two
years since you were home, remember.
We have had such an accession, too, to
our society. Our new rector is most
excellent man, and has such charming
daughter, a very pretty girl, and SO
bright, intelligent and high bred"
Now Harold, who had gone the sum-
mer before to France and Germany, had
thought this year of going to Norway
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, for that was
the name of Hugh Carletons place.
''Dear mamma, it was SO hard on her
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, were:
Goodbye, Katie, and don't forget to
go up to Squire Carleton's and ask to
have the gardener come to see the gar
den. The Squire told me to send for
him only yesterday. With his aid we
can manage to keep the garden very
nice"
81 suppose I might as we'll go at
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-" 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