The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1881-08-04
"sAUOY EYES,"
A Sto > Of Summer NIasquerading.

She came smiling across the fields,
her arms laden with hawthorn bloom.
Harold Carleton, rs 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 hel
dress, though neat, was cheap. She
glanced up at him as she passed, with
her great, eloquent eyes, half-shyly,
alf-mischievously.
| Harold was fresh from Cambridge,
and at eighteen thought himself quite
| from the rustic of thirteen. He was
disposed to be patronizing.
.'What's the hurry, little Saucy
EyesP' he said. ''Stop and give fell
low a kiss
s.My name isn't Saucy Eyes, and you
know it. Gentlemen" and she en-
phasized the word, ..when they speak
to mo call me Miss Kent"
She had stopped to say this. and she
now walked on with head erect, and
the air of a born princess.
"Whew!" whistled Harold, "but I've
made 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. hilly
region on trout-fishing excursion, and
knew no one there.
20, that's the minister's daughter"
was the reply. Had her arms full Of
hawthorn, you saya- 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
10 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 child as yet"
IF she grows up as pretty rs she is
now, she'll make many a fellows heart
ACHE" said Harold, philosophically. rs
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 Carle-
ton, and his grandfather before him.
Just before the summer vacation began
he had letter from home.
1--WE shall certainly expect you,
DEAR" his mother wrote, ''this year,
and will take no excuses. 1t has been
two years since you were home, re-
member. We have had such an access
sion, too, to our society. Our new rec
tor is a most excellent man, and has
such q charming daughter, a very pref
ty girl, and SO bright. intelligent and
high-bred."
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," for
that was the name of Hugh Carleton 8
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 a 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 90 up to Squire Carleton's and ask
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 might as well 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,
a week sooner than he had expected.
He was fond of little amateur gard
ening at times, and was just now bend
| ing over q 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 car
| spare you for a couple of hours this af-
| ternoon. It's DIR. Kent's, you know. al
| the rectory."
Harold glanced mischievously at the
| pretty face half hidden by the tall lilies.
which she had stopped to smell as she
| was speaking. Here was n chance fol
some sport. Kate had never. probably,
| seen the new gardener, who had only
come two days before. Why could n OF
he personate the old fellowp 1t wa:
| fortunate for him that he had an old
coat on, he thought.
4 So, calling Adam. he took the ole
man into the plot, giving him a crown
for hush-money, and in the afternoon
made his appearance at the rectory
snd knocking at the back door. asked
for orders.
20. Adam, is it you?" 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 curiou:
appearance as he followed Kate dowr
the long walk. His usually elegant at
tire had been exchanged for a JACKIE
and trousers of coarse jean. and hi!
dark curling hair was covered by 6
red wig. similar in color to Adams
iery locks. He had assumed the same
shuffiing, awkward gait also.
Here is your work, ADAM" sale
xate;i '.tie mp the roses, and then weec
tlais bed Of hvacinths; train this wis