Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury [Connecticut]) 1903-1917, 1903-11-07

hands, which we're clothed in the re-
markable gloves that she had worn
the first time I saw her, were some
what tightly cnnched. I began to
laugh.
'You won't say anything about this
she said, looking up. Promise me you
won't"
81 cross my heart" said I.
swell, them she whispered, leaning
| forward, "my aunt hasn't any garden.
! What's the use2 It doesn't make any
difference how nice STUFF one can raise
in garden, there's always somebody
who can raise better-somebody who
makes a profession Of it. My aunt
says that this 10 the age Of specialists.
Her boarders are very select; they
wouldn't stand amateur vegetables.
That's the way she puts IT,
"But they stand amateur cake" said
], land will fight any three men in
Michigan who dare to assert that it
isn't the bestin the world"
| "Bless your hearth exclaimed Lucy
~, Ann. Pm net an amateur. I've stud
| fed ut the best cooking schools in Chi
cago. I can show you my diplomas"
Nothing could add weight to your
word" said I, mot even the cake it,
self, for that's too light. But about this
| garden - S4
I You'd have guessed anyway" she
said. II had to4ten you. My aunt goes
across to the other road and meets o
! market wagon 1t comes out from the
best market in st. 10, and the man who
keeps It buys an extra fine quality Of
Hyc fay hnrs To- Exv~< axzen
where to send for things. Our boarders
| don't understand botany; they're city
| people. Why, my aunt went out the
other day into that strip of woods and
came back with some cantaloupes from
North Carolina, and Miss What s-her-
name-Tve forgotten; the blue eyed
girl who went out few minutes ago
put ONE Of them up to her face and
| said: How lovely! 1t is still cool with
! the dew suppose the marketman
had had it on ice. But it was a good
cantaloupe just the same''
Your aunt il genius said I, with
deep feeling; II knew 1t as soon as
saw the most approved modern springs
on the antique bedstead in my ROOM
ii II doubt IL the bedstead's any older
than the springs" said Lucy Ann. 1--WE
try to be up to date in everything"
your aunt's business principles are
up to date; I'll make oath to that" said
I. And now for the flowers. Have
you any wild rose bushes with iacque-
minots spliced on to the branches ~
81 thought you were going to- give
them to lady," said Lucy Ann after
a thoughtful pause.
'Such was my intention"
'Then they must be honest roses"
said she, "and you must do some honest
work to get them for her"
II was thinking OF getting them
with the work that my father has
DONE" said I. THAT was surely hon
est, as you'd say In a minute if you
knew him. But If you think the lady
would appreciate my own efforts, tell
me where the roses grow"
There's a place on the east end of
the lake" she said, ''but I'm afraid you
couldn't find it. It's queer"
"And the best posies grow there?'
You'll say they are the prettiest wild
roses you ever saw" she cried, with
enthusiasm - triple leaved and SO
sweet that il the wind blew Off that
shore today you could find them by
their scent in the air."
Unfortunately, the wind is west
said I. Perhaps Jimmy could pilot
me-"
Il don't believe he knows where they
are" answered Lucy Ann. Then after
q moment Of silence she said, ard go
myself il my aunt would let me-"
''Why shouldn't she?' demanded.
iou c&sr %ovs ,.S.%ry
myself, and yet
"Goodnessp' cried Lucy Ann, with a
laugh. 'Tt isn't a question Of pxoprie-
ty; IFS the work. There's such lot to
do" @e
Somehow this struck me as very hard !
lines and REINFORCED my suspicion that
the genial Mrs. Witherspoon was a
slave driver in disguise.
"Mr. Trask is always wanting me to
go here or there with him and Miss
JONES'" said Lucy Ann. Talk about |
q stickler for propriety-there's one"
"Trask ~ cried. "Well, he doesn't |
look it."
Neither do you," said Lucy Ann de
murely, land yet you are, you know.
But was speaking about Miss Jones. |
She is SO awfully particular she won't |
do anything, and she drags me out on
all occasions to sit with her and Mr..
Trask. OF course I'm willing enough. |
Oh, there comes auntie back from the |
garden"
l. looked at Lucy Ann closely, almost |
anxiously. s4
"You don't Hike Miss Jones very well,
do your" said I.
But Lucy Ann protested that she !
thought Miss Jones was one Of the |
loveliest girls ever created, an object |
Of envy to all others and quite unap-
proachably perfect. Yet my opinion
was mistaken, and I began to feel a |
certain luminosity against Trask
care they sweet ON each otherY' I |
asked .a -..1 :. tt
~ Lucy Ann shook her head, not mega
lively, but as one who considers the