The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1881-08-04

ward roses.
..This is getting interesting" he OBJ
J served. 81 wonder what my next or
.der will be? BY George, but Miss Kate
queens it we'll! What perfect little
beauty she is! Whew! how hot it is!'
He wiped the perspiration from his
heated brow.
81 begin to understand how the orig
inal Adam must have felt when COM
manded to earn his bread by the sweat
of his brow. There. the wistaria is tied
up. Faith, num-" he said. AS Kate re-
appeared, 81 was jist comm to see
whatever else there was to be did"
ssHow nice you've made things look!'
cried Katie, as she glanced at the roses
and wistaria. "But it's warm work,
isn't itP Adams your name, believe.
1 am glad" affahly. ''to make your ac-
quaintance, Adam"
s.Faith. mum, but it is that same as
you saw" replied Adam, drawing his
straw hat further down over his eyes,
still more to hide his face.
| Swell, Adam, train up this hedge.
and then you may CO." she answered,
and then swept away.
Several days went by. The pretend-
ed Adam never failed to be on hand in
the afternoon. But in tho morning
Harold Carleton, in his own proper
person, had fishing, boating and picnic
| excursions, most of which Katie at
| tended; for by this time the squire's
wife had called, bringing her sou, and
| of course, after that, Katie was includ-
ed in everything that went on.
Katie, too. learned to like Harold
Carleton very much, for no one more
genial or whole-souled ever existed
He was generous to a 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 close
ly over his eyes, aud she caught II quick
glance that reminded her of Harold.
But it was only for a moment.
He had not seen her, nor did he see
her when she quietly seated herself i'm
vine-covered summer-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 tinkle of
the little brook back of the rectory, the
sound of the scythe which Adam was
welding, and the murmur of the bees,
broke the silence of the place. Sud-
denly Katie's ear was arrested by a
clear, manly voice, singing n bar from
favorite opera, in a rich, ringing
tenor.
She started 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 ut his indiscretiOn,
for he had heard Katie, and knew what
called her out.
..Adam. has Mr.. Carleton been here?''
she asked. 81 thought l heard him,
just now"
mo, mum, it's not yet that l didn't
say him." said the apparently stolid
Irishman.
II was sure it was his voice." said
Katie, looking just trile disap-
pointed.
He would cross-examine Katie lit |
tie, and thus discover her real feeling |
toward himself. So he asked, careless |
ly, though his whole heart was in her
answer: Il
did yees wish to say him, missP
For it's mesilf rs will be afther sindins
the likes of him TO yees?"
'.No," said Katie, decidedly. '.S'op
talking, and go to work. 1 am afraid
you are getting lazy;' and Katie walk
ed off with her most quecnly step.
''Whewr' whistled Harold. ..She's
too bright to be caught in that way
Thinks Adam will tell on her. Getting
lazy, am IP Well, it isn't because 1
don't work hard enough" with dole
full gaze at his blistered hands, as he
set vigorously to work, adding. ..Even
as Adam, must win the good opinion
of my Eve"
The next afternoon Katie went to
call on friend. and Harold discon-
teatedly watched her departure. 1t was
summer-hOuse or about the grounds
that he did not like to have her 90
away.
He did not notice her return, nor
that she came to the arbor soon after. |
But when he had finished his last order |
he threw himself down on a messy seat,
and tossing his wig of, began tanning |
himself vigorously with his straw hat. |
81 can't wear that confounded wig |
any longer!'' he exclaimed. 'stts color |
even is enough to set me on fire. Now
this is refreshing. Beppo, you scamp,
bring back that wig. What if your |
mistress should come? Must 1 chase !
after that dog this scorching dayP"
Beppo, Katie's dog, had run off with
the wig, as the reader has conjectured,
and on chase being given to him, rush
ed to the summer-house and laid the
wig at his mistress's feet.
''Why. Beppo, what have you therep"
she cried. '.It looks like the scalp oi
old Adam. wonder if"
And she broke into a fit of ringing
laughter as she met the astonished
Harold face to face,
''Mr. Carleton!
''NIiss Katien'
Then, unable to resist it, he also
broke into a hearty laugh.
30, SO you're not Adam" said Katie,
demurely, at last
'.No, but will be if you'll only be
my Eve!" he cried, with n touch of his
old boyish impudence. 30, Katie! Miss
Kent, darling. I've learned to love you
SO dearly-say you will. Well make
another paradise where We can be hap
py together, and shan't be obliged to
work so hard" breaking into laughter
rs he saw Katie's roguish look, and
wiped his dripping forehead.
s'Very WE'LL" said Katie, ''rll think
of it. But you must remember that it
was not a woman who made trouble in
the garden this time" And she ad
ded, archly, '.But I'll forgive you for
deceiving me. if you will forgive me
for-fOr-'
..For whatP" asked Harold, as she
hesitated.
"For not letting you know before
that 1 guessed your secret. l knew
from the beginning that you were not
Adam. That first day when pretend
ed to be smelling the lilies | had seen
you were. at least, not gardener. y"
"And you let me work all this timep
And it was so hot" with crestfallen
Look.