The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-08-12
"sAUCY EYES,"
A Sto y of Summer Masquerading.

She came smiling across the fields,
her arms laden 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 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, half-shyly,
Enthusiastically.
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.
"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 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 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 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.
1--WE shall certainly expect you,
dear" his mother wrote, ''this year,
and will lake no excuses. 1t has been
two years since you were home, re-
member. We have had such an acces
sion, too, to our society. Our new rec
tor is most excellent man, and ha
such charming daughter, a very pref
ty girl, and so bright intelligent ant
high-bred."
Now Harold, who had gone the sum.
mer before to France andj 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 Cartoons
place.
Dear mamma, II 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
ne said to his daughter, as he got into
the carriage, were:
Goodbye, Katie, and don't forget
70 90 up TO Squire Carleton's and ask
70 have the gardener come TO see the
garden. The squire told me to send
ior MN only yesterday. With his aid
WE can MI. manage TO keep the garden
Il suppose might as we'll IN n,
once, said Kate, when tha ~ Nv
had disappeared. "Dear ola . mans1
am sorry you and ma have ua papI H.,
I'm going to have lots of fun. with w" NV
one but old Mamie to look after n mo :" !"
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
week sooner than he had expected
He was fond of little amateur gard
ening Mt times. and was just now bend
ing over nloss-rose bush, h0ein hand
His back was toward Katie. and she