The San Francisco call., 1904-12-11
A SON OF WEALTH

. into her eyes.
"Come-pray do" she invited sweetly.
and moment later ne had tied his
| horse and was walking beside her up
the graveled path, where the grass grew
unrebuked. Everywhere there was dis
order, but it was of the pictorial sort.
! that has an attraction all it's own. To
Hemingway Trent, accustomed to
grounds that were bathed and shaved
almost as regularly as their masters.
! 1t was oddly charming. His companion,
however, noticing his musing, lingering
gaze, construed in a different way.
"Pities us, 1 suppose, because we
haven't head gardener and two or
three assistants" she thought to her
self resentfully. Thereupon she decided
to shock his sensibilities still more.
It's rather informal, l know she
said glibly, but I'm going right on
with my work." and she led the way
around to the rear of the house. You
see, I've just been doing a few of the
small fine pieces myself, the Chinaman
brings them back streaked in so many
shades Of pink and blue
She looked at him furtively. but 1T
was evident he was thoroughly mysti-
fed. She was obliged to be more ex-
plicit.
Washing, you know" she elaborated.
pointing to an Indian basket heaped
with linen that stood on the grass.
Now just make yourself comfortable
and talk to me while work" and she
proceeded rather ostentatiously to
spread out some dainty handkerchiefs
and napkins on the adjoining rose
bushes. while her caller looked on In
shocked. speechless amazement.
'Oh, 1 say! You oughtn't to do this,
you know. It's ridiculous; it's an out
rage. Get q Chinaman who'll do the
right thing. There must be one some
where"
Miss Barry became sweetly pensive.
Resignment spoke from every line Of
her face.
There are some" she admitted, but
they charge, ON, fearfullyi" Then, with
hands locked behind her she stood back
and regarded the bushes where all the
sweet rose faces were now hidden from
the sun, with a virtuous enthusiasm.
THAT saves papa as much as a dollar,
she said proudly, "and every little
helps"
Trent murmured something, he did
not precisely know what. so busy he
was trying to think what it must be
like the financial condition that made
the saving of dollar so great thing.
Brenda coVertly watched him with
fiendish delight which was, 1T Is true,
modified when she discovered that his
surprise WAS ClduSlnS lulO d SUI u
awed admiration
Still she managed to convey to him
before he took his daZed departure that
she usually spent the early morning
hours gardening, working in another
pathetic reference their need of
economy.
Promptly the next morning Trent,
clad in the most disreputable clothes
he could procure, might have been seen
hanging about the Barrydene hedges.
When the daughter of the house finally
made her appearance-it was not so
early though as he had been led to
believe-he walked in boldly announc-
ing with the simplicity of the early
Trents-the market garden ones-that
he'd come to help. Miss Barry's face
turned a riotcus red, and she tried to
dissuade him, but for an hour or more
he digged and delved at her side right
sturdily. Once begun, there was no
stopping him. and Carriston watched
the disgraceful affair aghast. When
later on the ~ardening led to the usual
result. Brenda looked him straight in
the eve
'I fancy that I have angled for you
just as much as the Others" she said
breathlessly. But Hemingway Trent
only laughed.
What difference so long as I like
your bait?" he acknowledgement,
1904, by T. C. Mcclure.