New-York tribune., 1903-05-06
a Pfffful Comedy.

: had Ioved-understood far better than pretty
Patience PAT Why; on some SLOW sumne- nights she
! their love. heavy ii lay upon them while on
So during the n "6S o5 magr smeT Ior sweet es
/ beauty Lucinda followed-but in all humility--he
as becomes disciple, As the autumn progressed
Sisters sb6Ger and Eseq r 70 glance over her
Ihere-there goes Miss Emm-rght into the
hear that Patience said she woad come @ o2 Bride
In chapel in brown silk with white ribbons. and
nm is real GOOD dressmaker. @ uT Tell me ne, vbs5 mss
she goes. Lucinda I don't mind If l ask her ove-
! a talk as you sorter take such interest" Eu-
wedding cake were tangible things and matters for
OF Two sweethearts in a moOnlt. shadowy garden
aI6e me days wore on. and the wedding day was
the garden Each day It seemed to be becomin;
ing mystery of love enthrailed the poor watcher.
even coloring her shrunk cheeks with the faint pink
Abram Morris mos Of Fs II, -Tew oIh; ; IsdsLS
had to start straight away for the big. unknown
CITY Lucinda heart bled for the lovers She
thrilling over each farewell kiss. which yet seemed
only the prelude TO another, and when the two had
finally Quilted the garden hot tear rolled down
her her cheek; gt. tear hastily brushed away lest
t'eI tuae evening the picture book lost color
True Patience used to come and wander about a
dress but Waa felt SraRse3 IN ffT Tired Tf ante
SAD SAD after m watchI9g her The girls restless yearning
too. longed ardently and impatiently for Abrams
return from New-York
Lucinda looks sorter 'peeky' remarked El,nfca
to friend aII about this tims-zinder worn looking
the winter coming on that's irving Rer Tea II
The neighbor sighed and agreed Lucinda took
her herb tea, and swallowed it obedently. as in
hands of Eunice.
One night. just one of the first cold nights of No
vember. Lucinda watched Patience dash down the
back back doorstep and run into. the garden. The girl
had twisted red shawl round her head and shoul-
ders. and in the cold gray of twilight her face
quivering: she clutched letter in her hand There
something tragic in the poor. pretty little face.
ly and wildly. She felt. she knew, that things
were going utterly wrong. and that love was prov
ing a traitor. She watched the young girl pace up
and down the garden like some wild thing Gagged;
Patience from her but darkness brought little sleep
so that Dawson girl got the rnitten last night
Abram amt ever coming back from New-fork-
fancfes glrl mere now. - -. -,
out bluntly and crudely. adding with her harsh.
eh. Lacinda? What did 1 tell you about love and
Lucinda stifened all over; then she moved her
patience is not false-shes true-and love will
EuHice laughed and looked at her sister hurnor-
ously.
The winter fled away before the spring and Lu-
clnda still watched the garden All her warm pity
fnd Paienee ner She oeWed the ri Whenever She e ap
peared with eyes OF %0aIhP, IDf sne repreented SO
walk the langud pose-all this meant love. fond
unreQutted love
And fhen-oh, the pitful comedy of this romance /
of a garden-tust when spring ripened and warmed /
into summer, just when thousand sweet and fra /
grant odors began TO perfume the air and the /
Sowers 10 be brave with color-Lucinda at her /
watch tower saw Patience enter the garden-but /
moi alone The squire's just home from college.
was with her and she had dressed herself again /
in the mantle Of maioenly coquetry. and was play /
ing but with more art and finish. the part of the /
heroine, her old part
lucinda shivered These smiles, these bushes. I
the mans ardent look the girls dainty tremoT-
the garden comedy was being repeated.
That's Patience's new beau" said Eunice.
IessIv looking over her shoulder. and she won't
et him slip through her fingers I guess"
..T5llI down the blind cried Lucinda and there
was "a note ~ strength In her that Eunice had
never heard before. She pulled down the blind.
grrnhling that II still quite light. but Lucinda
hardly heard her-for Lucinda was asking herself
n a Va gIe terrified fashion where ali the breath
ing ardent love that the green garden had wit
nessed had gone.-tClaude Askew. In Ladys f1c-
turial