The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1885-11-26

you say" replied Adam drawing his
straw hat further down Over his eyes.
"Well, Adam, train up this hedge and
then you may CO." she said, and then
she went 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.
Kate, 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-heart-
ed as the day, and had outgrown the con-
ceit and coxcombrv of his youth.
One afternoon, when Kate 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 quick
glance that reminded her Of Harold but
it was only for a menang ssssss. -.--
He had not seen her, nor did he see her
when she quietly seated herself in vine
covered summer house, and took out
some pretty graceful work with which
she soon became 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 murmer of the bees,
broke the silence of the place. Suddenly
kate's ear was arrested by clear voice
singing bar of a 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 kate's presence, had
forgotten himself; but he was now furi-
Gus at his indiscretion, for he had heard
her and knew what called her out.
adam, has Mr. Carleton been here ?'
she asked 81 thought l heard him Just
now."
"No, mum, it's not yet that didn't
see him." said the apparently stolid Irish
man.
81 was sure it was his voice." said
Kate, looking just trife disappointed.
He would cross-examine Kate little,
and thus discover her real feelings to-
ward himself. So he asked, carelessly,
though his whole heart was in her an
swer:
"Did yez wish to see him, Miss ? For
it's meself as will be afther sinding the
likes of him to yez."
"No," said Kate, decidedly. "Stop
talking and go to work. am afraid you
are getting lazzy;'' and Kate walked off
with her most queenly step.
Whew" whistled Harold. She's
too bright to be caught in that way.
Thinks Adam will tell on her. Getting
lazy, am ? Well, it isn't because don't
work hard enough" with a doleful look
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 Kate went to call
on a friend, and Harold discontentedly
watched her departure. 1t was 80 pleas
ant to know that she was in the summer
house or about the grounds that he did
not like to have her 60 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 mossy seat, and, tossing his
wig of, began tanning himself with his
straw hat.
81 can't wear that confounded wig any
longer!'' he exclaimed "It's 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 day ?"
Beppo, Hates dog, had run off with the
wig, as the reader has conjectured, and,
on chase being given to him, rushed to
the summer-house and laid the wig at his
mistress feet.
Why, Beppo, what have you there ?"
she cried. I" 1t looks like the scalp of old
Adam. / wonder if he"
She broke into fit of ringing laughter
as she met the astonished Harold face to
face.
"Mr. Carleton!'
"Miss Katen'
Then, unable to resist it, he broke into
hearty laugh.
ooh, so you're not ADAM" said Kate
demurelv, at last.
"No, but will be if you'll only be my
Eve" he cried, with touch Of his old
boyish impudence. "Oh, Kate, Miss
Kent, darling, I've learned to love you so
dearly-say you will. Wen make anoth-
er paradise where we can be happy to-
gether, and shan't be obliged to work
so hard" breaking into laughter as he
saw Kate's roguish look, and wiped his
dripping forehead.
"Very well," said Kate, "I'll think of
it. But you must remember that it was
not woman who made trouble in the
garden this time," she added, archly.
But I'll forgive You for deceiving me, if
you will forgive me for-for-"
"For what, my lover" asked Har
old, as she hesitated.
"For not letting you know before that
l guessed your secret l knew from the
beginning that you we're not Adam. The
first day, when pretended to be smelling
the lilac, had seen you were at least
mot q gardener"
"And you let me work all this time
And it was so hot" with crestfallen
look.
eyes. You have deserved it for your
trick But am glad you can work and
obey orders. You may have to do so some
time. you know"