The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1892-06-25

old lady with scorn.
"He says he can't have the garden
disturbed, Aunt Polly" said Sarah,
sitting down dejectedly. II took him
down to the arbor, and we had very
nice talk at first really almost
liked him. We began about country
life, and he told me how much he had
longed for a real country home-a
place something like this, he said
then he asked who took care of the
garden, and told him l was your gar
dener, and how much we both loved
the flowers / showed him the tree
planted when was a baby, and then
the rosebush for my tenth birthday;
and he said that he should think we'd
hate to leave it all-then | explained
you wanted the plants; but he said oh,
no! it was all part of the property"
Turner straight through ano
through" declared the old lady.
''Grasping all they can get. l will,
have the plants. though; l guess
Ezra's will had nothing to say to
them"
81 could scarcely be civil after that, :"
pursued Sarah. her face flushing in the
dusk. II changed the subject, and
asked him how nearly he was related
to the Turner's; but he said it was very
distant He told me where he lived as
boy. 1t seemed his father had a
paper in some country village-Saul-
think he called it, and he was a very
visionary. impractical, enthusiastic
Lind Of rnan 7 <r,,orc ho I;lnsf y,,.o-
vide much for the family. Anyway Mr..
Morrison says he started out young in
life to carve his own future, and he
has been quite successful-only he in
tends to be thoroughly SO. he says, if
possible" :,
by way of my garden. Humph!"
she says he enjoys obstacles He
likes something to conquer. / told
him l had no fancy for battlefields; he
said a skirnish was as good as success
to him. Oh, aunt. by the way, do 1
look like the Turners?"
"Well, some," said the old lady, re-
luctantly. Sarah crossed the room and
in the faint light regarded her face at
tentively in the long narrow mirror.
1t was a thin. clear-cut face. rather
| shadowy as to what might or might not
be its owners strong or weak points,
the face of girl to whom events or
emergencies were unknown. Life had
written almost nothing upon it that
gave it charm, and the eyes were a
pretty hazel with black lashes and del
icate brows.
THE Hatfield Turner'S" pursued the
old lady, as Sarah sat down again.
"You do look some like them. Why?"
''Oh. Mr.. Morrison said had Turner
look" the girl answered. He tried to
make out we are cousins"
well you are-twice removed. His
mo theirs your cousin, think"
81 must ask him. He'll be back in
the morning, he says"
well, declare to gracious the man
means to force me out of this bed.
believe. Sarah, you must speak up and
not let him impose upon you"
About eleven o'clock the next morn
ing very unusual sounds foated up to
the old lady from the parlor where Mr.
Morrison was again interviewing"
Sarah. Some one was playing on the
| old piano; then a mans voice, clear
was one the old lady remembered in
her youth-"Phyllis is my only love-
] and her withered cheek flushed with
pleasure. Sarah" she said, directly
her niece appeared. did you ask that
young man to sing? l want you should
inquire if he knows another piece like
that"
Sarah's eyes were very soft and
bright
AUNT" she said, eagerly. would it
look bold if / sang a duet with Mr.
Morrison? He's coming back this aft
ernoon."
"Whatll you sing? You don't know
what you're talking about, Sarah"
docs he think the pianos his?" de-
| manded the old lady, with sudden re-
turn of severity. Sarah looked mis-
cradle.
"He says it is, aunt" she admitted.
There was an ominous silence; then
Mrs. Thorp closed her eyes again.
swell, it ,cas Ezra's," she admitted.
1t was with mingled feelings that
she listened that afternoon to the sing.
ing from below. Love of music COM
PEELED her to enjoy keenly the way in
which Sarah and the audacious Mr..
Morrison sang II would that my love"
and "Oh, vert thou in the cauld blast"
While resentment against what she
felt an unjust will, depriving her and her
niece of her cherished home, made her
consider everything said or done by
Mr. Morrison Objectionable, yet some
how she found herself looking forward
eagerly to her niece's next report of
their unbidden guest.
HE is going to be married soon,
Aunt Polly" Sarah related. Perhaps
that is why he is in such a hurry about
the house. He's been telling me about
the young lady"
well, upon my soul. Seems to me
he's very free with his condolences.
Married? What did he say about herr"
''Oh, l don't know exactly" said