Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-10-21
THE WIDOW'SGARDEN

HEWIDOW'SGARDE
The Rev. Wetherby Smiles was rector of
St. James and occupied a rose embowor-
cd cottage not far from the church. The
cottage, with its attendant garden, was a
dainty, pretty spot, which looked as though
q woman's hand had planned and cared
for it. But no woman had anything to do
with the rcctory. The Rev. Mr.. Smiles
only servant was n doddering old man.
The rector prepared his own meals, except
when he was invited to tea by some old
lady who pitied his lonely, indigestion
breeding existence.
Not that the Rev. Wetherby Smiles vas
a woman Halter, but Mr.. Smiles WAS very
high church indeed. Unfortunately st.
James and the parish and tho people We're
very poor. The good people liked the Rev.
Mr.. Smiles and tried to follow his sug-
g~estions upon high church usages. But
there are people, you know, whom you
couldn't make high church with a jack
screw. The communicates of st. James
were mostly farmers and small tradesmen.
The rector folt that the clergy, to be
able to give their whole time and thought
to their work, should live lives Of celibacy.
He had felt at times Il strong drawing to-
ward some ecclesiastical order in which
such vows would be necessary. Then he
could wear some outward sign of his VOWS,
and the young women Of his parish would
not fall in love with him. The rector was
young and good looking. He had been in
his present passionate six months, and he
had already had an experience.
The young rector lived with his books,
occasionally taking a little recreation in
the garden. The roses disappeared, the
leaves fell and left the clinging vines bare,
and the snow covered the prim little beds
in the rectory garden. Thus O year of his
pastorate closed and the spring drew near.
The Rev. Wetherby Smiles from his
study window could look across his garden
plot and see the brown earth warming in
the spring sunshine and the trees and
bushes slowly bursting into leaf. Nature
is always most attractive in the spring,
and nature in a thousand ways, with bud
and leaf and warming earth and white
fecked sky and sweet air, woOed him
from his books.
He looked across his garden, l say. And
across the garden beyond the low hedge
was another garden, which in summer
was full Of color. He had noticed the bril-
liant hued beds tho year before, but now
the only bit of color was Il pale blue morn
ing robe that fitted about the Enclosure.
To tell the truth. the rector had seldom
noticed that morning gown or tho little
woman inside it before. But it pleased
his fancy now to look across Che hedge and
watch his neighbor. He recalled that his
old major domo had told him the cottage
next the parsonage was occupied by a
widowed lady-a lonely creature who had
taken up her abode there but shortly be-
fore the Rev. Mr.. Smiles was settled over
st. James. He remembered the little fig
ure in black in Of the side pcws, point
ed out to him by the clerk as "MIrs. Scor-
ritch," and probably had not given her a
thought or a glance afterward.
However, he saw so much of the pale
blue gown that first warm week in spring
that he looked for the little widow in her
pew the next Sabbath. She had laid aside
her weeds and was dressed in some soft,
clinging, fawn colored material, that made
her look like a very demure little moth.
And she had the sweetest face in the world
at least tho sweetest face in the Rev.
Wetherby Smiles world.
On Monday morning the clerical black
, appeared in the rectory garden almost as
soon as the pretty morning robe appeared
oter the hedge. Tho demure little face
dimpled and smiled under its garden hat
at the %rector's approach, and tho widow
nodded brightly.
"You are early at your gardening this
spring, Mrs. Scorritch," he said.
"Yes. But it is so warm" she replied
In defense. II am expecting my crocuscs
to appear any day now"
"I'm afraid we shall SEQ somo frost yet,
Mrs. Scorritch,'' said the rector.
"Now, don't talk that way, I beg!'
cried tho little woman, clasping her hands,
inclosed in long wristed and particularly
we'll fitting gauntlets. "Just suppose my
crocuses should come up and be frost BIT
tenl Oh, the thought is too awful!'
II sincerely hope you will not be dlsap-
pointed, but this climate is uncertain
After that the young rector often found
1t quite necessary for his health to work
in his garden while the blue gown fitting
like a butterfly from rose tree to vine and
from vine to hedgerow was in evidence in
the ~neighboring yard. Really, after porting
over musty theological tones all winter, a
man must get some freshness IN his soul
and new blood in his heart.
The gardening went on apace, and the
treacherous warm weather continued.
Many were the conferences held across the
hedge regarding the proper pruning Of rose
trees, the planting of hardy seeds and the
preparation of the beds Of earth. The rec
tor had never suspected there was SO much
detail to the business Of gardening.
One morning, just after a warm night
rain, the Rev. Mi. Smiles was called to
the hedge by a little cry from his neighbor.
"They are coming!" she cried in de-
light. "See, here Is the dearest little blade
of green pushing up through the mold,
and there Is another-and another! just
look at them!'
The rector found it necessary to leap the
hedge (he had been something of an athlete
at the university, and certainly this spring
weather was sending the blood conrsing
through his vrinsquito like old times) and
lock ut the ct,)cus Gea.
They are such lovely Ones she said