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

He was fond of little amateur garden
Ing 1T times, and WAS just now bending
over moss-rose bush, hoe in hand.
His back was toward Kate, and she,
supposing him to be the gardener, call
cd out
80, Adam-that's your name, | hear
please ask Mr.. Carleton if he can
spare you for couple of hours this af-
ternoon. It's Dr. kent's ut the rec
tory"
Harold glanced mischievously mt the
pretty face half hidden 10y the tall Ill
les, which she had stopped to smell as
she was speaking. Here was chance
for some sport. Kate had never, prob
ably, seen the new gardener, who had
only come two days before. Why could
not he personate the old fellow? 1t
was fortunate for him that he had an
old ccat on, he thought.
So calling Adam he took the old man
into the plot giving him crown for
hush money, and in the afternoon made
his appearance ut the rectory, and
knocking mt the back door, asked for or
ders.
80, 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 a minute.
Harold presented rather a curious ap-
pearance as he followed Kate down the
long walk His usually elegant attire
had been exchanged for jacket and
trousers of coarse jeans, and his dark
curling hair was covered by red wig,
similar in color to Adams fiery locks
He hadsassumed the same shuiiiing gait,
also.
Here is your work, Adam" said
Kate, ''tie up the roses, and then weed
this bed of hyacinths; train this wistar-
ia, and, if you have any more time,
come to me for further orders"
Harold bowed awkwardly, while a
mischievous gleam shot from the brown
eyes as he proceeded to tie up the way
ward roses.
This is citing interesting" he OBJ
served Il wonder what my next or
der will he. By George, bnt Miss Kate
queens it well What a perfect little
beauty she is Whew how hot it is y
He wiped the perspiration from his
heated brow.
Il begin to understand how the origi-
nal Adam must have felt when command
ed to earn his bread 10y the sweat of his
brow There, the wistaria is tied up.
Faith, num-, (" he said, rs Kate reappear-
ed, II was jist comm to see whatever
else there was TO be done"
"How nice you've made things look -
cried Katie, as she glanced at the roses
and wistaria. But it's warm work, isn't
it? Adams your name, | believe. am
glad, affably, ''to make your acquaint-
ance, Adam"
Faith, mum, but it is that same as
you say" replied Adam, drawing his
straw hat further down over his eyes, still
more to hide his face.
"Well, Adam, train up this hedge, and
then you may 60" she answered, and
then swept away.
Several days went by. The pretended
Adam never failed to be on hand in the
afternoon. But in the morning Harold
Carleton, in his own proper person had
fishing, boating and picnic excursions,
most of which Katie attended for by
this time the squire's wife had called,
bringing her son, and of course, after
that, Katie was included in everything
that went on.
Katie, too, learned to like Harold Car
Teton very much, for no one more genial
or whole-souled ever existed. He was
generous to fault, frank and open
hearted as the day, and had out grown
the conceit and coxcombery of his youth.
One morning, when Katie went into
the garden Unexpectedly, she found
Adam tanning himself with his straw
hat. which was usually drawn SO closely
over his eyes, and she caught a quick
glance that reminded her of Harold. But
it was only for moment.
He had not seen her, nor did he see
her when she quietly seated herself in a
vine covered summer-h house, and took
out some pretty; graceful work with
which she soon became quite absorbed.
The long, drowsy afternoon was wear
ing away. Nothing but the tinlle of the
little brook back of the rectory, the
sound of the scythe which Adam was
welding, and the 1nurmur of the bees,
broke the silence of the place. Sudden
ly Katie's ear was arrested by clear,
manly voice, singing bar from a favor
ite opera, in a rich, ringing tenor.
She startled to her feet and looked
out. Only last evening she had sung,
with Harold Carleton, that very song,
and this surely was his voice again. But
no one was in sight except Adam, who
was industriously hoeing peas. The
truth was, Harold, ignorant of Katie's
presence, had forgotten himself, but he
was now furious at his indiscretion, for
he had heard Katie, and knew what call
ed her out.