The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1881-09-10
"sAUOY EYES"
A s,o , Of Summer Masqueradins.

her arms ladcn With haWthOrn bloom.
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 q
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-shyly,
Enthusiastically.
Harold was fresh from Cambridge,
and al 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 kiss -.
''My name isn't Sauey Eyes, and you
know it. Gentlemen" and she en-
phasized the word, "when they speak
TO me call me Miss Knit"
She had stopped to say this, and she
now walked on with head erect, and
the air of born princess.
'.Whewr' whistied Harold, but I've
made a mess of it. No cottager's daugh-
ter 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, billy
region on a 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 say? Yes, there's plen-
e oh Of ho fa,sy
places there is. We've miles If hedges.
Miss Kate was taking the bloom home
TO decorate the parlor. She's a 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 a child as yet"
a IF she grows up as pretty as she is
now. she'll make MANY a fellows heart
ache,'' said Harold, philosoplicaly, as
he helped himself TO another brook
trout; and in five minutes more, so ex-
ceilent 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 eraadlather before him
just before the Summer vacation began
he had a letter from home.
1--WE shall certainly expect you,
DEAR" his mother wrote, ''this year,
and wiz take 10 xcuses. 1t has been
two wears since YOU were home, re-
member. We have had such an access
sion. too, t. or society. Oar new rec
tor is a most excellent man. and has
such a charming daughter, a very pref
ty girl, and 50 bright, intelligent and
hgh-bre J."
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 ut this appeal he wrote back
that he would come home and spend
the whole vacation ~ an glewo3d," f,r
that was the name OF Hu gh- Carleton s
place.
"Dear mamma, it was % hard on her
last year, he said 10 himself.
The very day that Harold came home
the rector went away on a four weeks
visit with his wife, and the last worls
he said to his daughter, as he got into
tie carriage, were:
Goodbye, Kettle, and don't forget
TO GO mp to Squire Cartoons and ask
10 have the gardener come to see the
garden. The squire told me to send.
tor him only yesterday. With his all
I'VE can manage TO keep the garden
yerv nice"
al suppose | might as well 90 at
once" said Kate, when the carriage
had disappeared. dear old papa, /
am sorry You and ma have gone; but
I'm going 10 have lots of fun. witt no
one but old Mamie to look after me-"
and her ewes 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,
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:
30, Adam-that's your name, hear
please ask Mr.. Carleton if he can
spare YOU for a couple of hours this af-
ternoon. It's DR.. Kent's, you know. at
the rectory."
Harold glanced misch,evously at the
pretty face half hidden by the tall lilies,
which she had stopped to smell as she
was speaking. Here was chance fox
some sport. Kate had never. probably,
seen the new gardener, who had only
come two days before. Why could not
he personste the old fellow? 1t was
fortunate for him that be had an old
coat on, he thought y p, =
So, calling Adam, he took the Old
man into the plot, giving him crown
for hush-monev, and in the afternoon
made his appearance at theN rectory,
and knocking at the back door, asked
for orders.
20. Adam. is it you?' cried Kate,
coming forward. let me. show YOU
your work. an put on my garden hat,
aud be out in a minute"
Harold presented rather a curious
appearance rs he followed Kate down
the long walk. Ills usually elegant al
tire had been exchanged for q jacket
and trousers of coarse jean, and his
dark curling hair was covered by a
red wig. similar in color 70 Adams
fiery locks. lie had assumed the same
shutting, awkward gait also.
s.Here is your work, ADAM" said
Kate; s'tis up the roses, and t.ien weed
this bed Of hyacinths; train this wis
taria. aud, if you have any more time,
come to me for further orders
Harold bowed awkwardly, while a
mischievous CLEAN shot from the brown
ewes as he proceeded to tie up the way
ward roses.
This is getting interesting" he OBJ
served. Il wonder what my next or.
der will beP BY George, but Miss Kate