The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-03-04

en-" she said musingIy i've not seen
him lately. Is he as sentimental as ever|'
sentimental. II must be some one else
He used 10 be, then; I'm sure it is Mr..
Ranken, of st. Joha 5. I used TO meet him
But, Mr.. Craik," she added, laughing, real
ly this garden is like paradise. The under
graduates must fancy they have got back
Indeed you would think so from the
way they avoid the tree. of knowledge.
They are so much wiser than Adam"
They were In the midst of the party now,
and Craik was proud, though somewhat
embarrassed, with the attention they at
tracted and Mrs. Cotton's smiles OF OBJ
vious encouragement. Indeed, he was al
most glad when Sobbe Joined them. and,
planting himself in front of Miss Lamb,
exclaimed:
well, Miss Lamb. well. Here I've been
waiting half an nour With this ice; it's
melted into soup"
Il am so sorry" Miss Lamb cried come,
let's get another"
Then her voice changed as she turned
her eyes to Craik and said, giving him her
hand in her friendly manner, Goodbye,
Mr.. Craik goodbye; you won't forget? To-
morrow, isn't it?'
Craik took off his hat, wiped his fore
head, tried to get some of the dust off his
boots, and then he rang the bell.
"Is Miss Lamb at homer"
n.
Entering, Craik saw a number of hats
and sticks in the hall. Miss Lamb he
thought, must have several brothers. He
put down his stick. and the book with it,
after a moments hesitation; that was bet
ter, he would leave it there, and would
come and fetch it when the conversation
turned that way.
Then, buttoning up his black coat over
hn tIox l..
followed the servant through the house
out into the little garden. It was full Of
strong sunlight, and seemed full IF under
graduates, too, but when he stopped blink
ing he saw there were only four One was
up in tree, sitting there and swinging
his legs; Cobbe lay in hammock smoking
and two other of Craik's pupils lay on the
grass at Miss Lambs feet, rolling lemons
He stopped for a moment.
"Oh, Mr.. Corn-Mr Craik I mean" Miss
Lamb called out, II am so glad to see you"
Craik advanced with an awkward smile
and Miss Lamb reached out her right hand
most cordially. In her left she held lem
on-sgueeZer
How good of you to come And isn't 1t
hot? Exactly like America, I've been say
ing. We've Just come out into the garden
without our hats. Won't you sit down on
that rug, If you don't mind? Oh, / nearly
forgot; let me introduce you to my aunt
Mrs. Stacey, 1 guess you know everybody
else"
Craik shook hands with a lady who was
sitting and knitting in arbor. Then he
settled down on a rug in the sunshine. How
he wished that he had not decided at the
last moment to wear a tall hat and long
coat The undergraduates were all in
fiannels.
Miss Lamb spoke Of the garden party
your lovely college. 1t is too ideal; 1t is
like dream. And that funny gargoyle
I've been telling auntie all about it. And
Ia knnvV no I'll
emn it made me feel. Now, you needn't
laugh, Mr.. Cobbe. 1 really did feel solemn
been GRACIOUS It is hot she added iesi With with
a sudden change Of subject. "Mr. Craik,
let me give you some OF this lemon squash;
/ made IL myself"
Thanks. / shall be most pleased to have
some"
Craik's voice seemed to himself to be for
NAL. and his phrase pedantic.
"Oh, but what was sayfng?" Miss Lamb
went on, looking at the company generally.
"You were telling us how solemn you
Were" Cobbe suggested. Wasn't 1t rather
a new experience"
Now, Mr. Cobbe, what mean thing to
say" she replied, with great good nature:
Well next time you have a chance, hope
you will set him some real horrid worii to
do. I'm sure he needs it
Miss Lamb said this casually, with a
pleasant laugh, as she famed herself. No
one answered.; Craik and even Cobbe col
ored, and. the undergraduate In the tree
this moment asked by happy chance some
question of Craik, addressing his as Pro
fessor Craik." in her high American voice,
and he FASTENED to answer her with effusion.
"Oh. I say one of the undergraduates
interrupted; that was splendid score of
yours. Miss Lamb. off the warden Perhaps
you've not heard it. Mr.. Craik. the joke
about the Garden of Eden?' he said, turn
ing to Craik, who had come to an end ID, of
Warden was showing Miss Lamb the gar
den. when she said TO him; why, It Is like
/ suppose You are wiser than Adam, and
don't disturb the tree of kpowledge"
really speak so TO the sweet old Warden? -
"But / say" Cobbe exclaimed; "how's
this, Miss Lamb? Long and Maple Fetters
tell that story as having been got OFF on
them, and they seemed 10 think that they
''They didn't a bit; they were only silly
"Then you did get it of on them!
'No, I didn't"
"Oh, that explains the story" another IN
was trying to tell. 1t seemed. as she told 1t,
TO have no point at all MT. Warden she
made you say Mr. warden. you nave
nick the fruit The Warden, you know, IS
so particular about his figs she added, 1t
is cutie joke with all the fellows
Miss Lamb was silent. After while,
however, when a few other current anec-
dotes OF Mrs. Cotton had been told: ana
iady and the cow in st. CHESS, she began
to smile. and before long was quite con-
Sump6 with the neTTlUlenls IOT SlBliOu
of soda water, fixing off by mistake in
her hands had sprinkled itself over Cobbe.
You did that on purpose, Miss Lamb:
know you did he cried, jumping out or
the hammock and shaking himself
Indeed. 1 didn't Indeed she said, con-
vulsed with laughter. II wouldn't for
worids!'
Her attention was then taken by the
youth up in the tree, who had been throw
ing down leaves and bits OF stick on the
heads of the party below. A piece of bark
falling into the jug of lemon squash. Miss
Lamb feigned great wrath and indignation.
II wanted to give Mr.. Craik some more;
but on, you haven't drank what you have.
Isn't IL sweet enough for your
ct is just right, thank you" he said,
and he took up the glass. warm now from
standing I'm the sun, and was just going
TO drink the tepid stuff when the young
lady almost shrieked:
| "Oh wait a moment please; there's a
poor little bug tumbled into IL. Dear little
T, thing Do take 1t out-oh, be careful.
can't bear to see anything suffer"
Craik fished the insect out of the lemon
| ade with blade of grass, and Miss Lamb.
! putting II down the ground, polKed il
| tenderly 10 aid IL in its moist attempts 10
| crawl away. Ultimately Craik rose from his
uncomfortable posture on the ground. II
/ was a long while. IL seemed TO him, that
| he had been sitting there. smiling and
| solemn in the flaming sunshine. and cast
| ing about in his mind for an excuse to go,
/ the tree, Miss Lamb tanning herself and
| liz swinging in the hammock-laughed and
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