Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1892-03-18

"Well, you make 1t clear want the
plants"
When the Questionable guest had paid
his second visit, Sarah came back to her
aunt's room looking very much dis
couraged.
"Well, what now?" demanded the old
lady with scorn.
she says we can't have those gardens
disturbed, Aunt Polly" said Sarah, sit
ting down dejectedly. ~ took him
down to the arbor, and we had very
nice talk at first. I really almost liked
him. We began about country life, and
he told me how much he had longed for
real country home-a place something
like this, he said-then he asked who
took care of the garden, and 1 told him
| was your gardner, and how much we
both loved the flowers. / showed him
the tree planted when I was baby, and
then the rosebud for my tenth birthday !;
and he said that he should think we'd
hate to leave it ail-then l explained you
wanted the plants; but be said oh, no!
they were part of the property"
Turner straight through and
through" declared the old lady.
"Grasping all they can get. 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. l 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
seems his father had a paper in some
country village-Saul-I think he called
it, and he was very visionary, unprac
teal, enthusiastic kind of man. guess
he didn't provide much for the family.
Anyway Mr.. Morrison says he started out
young in life to carve his own future,
and he has been quito successful-only
he intends to be thoroughly so, he says,
if possible"
SPY way of my garden. Hunph!"
''He says he enjoys obstacles. He likes
something to conquer. told him I had
no fancy for battlefelds; he said Skin
mish was as good as success to him. Oh,
Aunt, by the way, do 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 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 al
most nothing upon it that gave it charm,
and the eyes were pretty hazel with
black lashes and delicate brows.
"The Hatfield Turner'S" pursued the
old lady, as Sarah sat down again.
"You do look some like them. Why's"
''Oh, Mr.. Morrison said had Turner
look" the girl answered. "He tried to
make out we are cousins"
"Well you are-twice removed. His
mothers your cousin, I 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, l be-
lieve. Sarah, you must speak up and
not let him impose upon YOU"
About eleven o'clock the next morning
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 fine tenor,
could be heard. The song 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 ap-
peared, "did you ask that young man
to sing2 / want you should inquire if
he knows another piece like that"
Sarah's eyes were very soft and
bright.
"Aurt," she said eagerly, "would it
look bold if 1 sang a duet with Mr..
Morison9 He's coming back this after
noon"
"What'll you sing? You don't know
what you're talking about, Sarah"
''Does he think the pianos his?" de-
manded the old lady with sudden re-
turn of severity. Sarah looked miser-
able.
ssHe says it is Aunt" she admitted.
There was an ominous silence; then
Mrs. Thorpe closed her eyes a::ain.
"Well, it was Ezra's," she admitted.
It was with mingled feelings that she
listened that afternoon to the singing
from below. Love of music compelled
her to enjoy keenly the way in which
Sarah and the audacious Mr.. Morrison
sang 81 would that my love" and ooh,
vert thou in the cauld blast" While
resentment against what she felt an I'M
just will, depriving her and her niece of
her cherished home. made her consider