The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-04-10

THE evening before the Wyatts' de-
parture for the mountains Mrs
Lutterworth had come" in to bid
them goodby.
Miss Deborah was in respondent
mood, a rare thing for her.
II wish to goodness John had never
sent us the wherewithal for summer
vacation" she observed. when you have
money given you for a certain purpose,
If you have a New England conscience
you feel bound to spend 1t IN just that
way, but / am homesick already when L
think of having to leave
me, and the rest of your frlendsF
Mrs. LutterwoI'th inquired.
mo. the garden. l can't help thinking
of all the caterpillars and cut-worms and
beetles that will have feast. Patrick
is So careless"
Miss Deborah, / believe you love the
garden better than anything in the world
but your sisters and the cat
- The cat and your sisters you should
have said" interpolated Miss Letitia.
at isn't very flattering," Mrs. Lutter-
worth went on in her vivacious way. You
can't bear to leave the garden, and you
love the cat so well you take him with
you, but you can say good-by to me
without a pang."
Sarah Lutterworth, have such perfect
confidence in your power to look after
with an easy mind, whereas Mr.. Gray,
poor dear crea ture, would be lost without
me, and so l very much fear will the gar
den"
Miss Deborah's fears proved true proph-
cts. When she and Lucy came home
from the mountains a week earlier than
they first planned, a period of drought,
Joined to Patricks conscience, that was
not of New England origin. had turned
their once blooming garden into an in
Bects paradise.
Miss Deborah went from one patch Of
flowers to another, mourning their fate IN
an ever increasing crescendo of despair.
Lucy, the sweet peas are blighted,"
she announced. The dry weather has
been too much for them. I wish we could
have imported some Of our mountain
rains. Look at the dahlias, Lucy! They
are drying up! The garden hasn't been
watered property. knew how 1t would be.
Look at those blister beetlesi Heavens!
What q looking. garden! And the corni
Cut-wOrms have been at work there
Patrick O'Halloran, what were you think
ing of?'
"Shure. ma'am. didn't create the cut
worms" he said sull1ily.
Il am aware Of that never accused
you of having ingenuity enough to create
anything. Why under the sun didn't you
water things property"
'Shure, ma'am, I was watering and
watering, until 1 nearly got a sunstroke,
and then the hose busted"
well, If it hadn't been for Clara ST.
monds and Frances, We shouldn't have
anything left said Miss Deborah. ''I
am very glad they made you buy a new
hose There is one comfort, their garden
Is in almost as bad a condition. What
am 1 saying? 1 oughtn't to take comfort
in a thing like that. 1 am glad Letitia
is away The state of the garden would
annoy her exceedingly"
Deborah and Lucy missed their sister,
but there was a kind of freedom that
came with her absence which was almost
intoxicating. They took their tea in the
woods two or three times week. and on
pleasant mornings had their breakfast
served on the piazza. They ate baked
beans and brown bread as often as they
nkedg and on one never-to- be-forgotten
occasion event so far as to indulge in a
roast of pork. They even lost their heads
to such an extent as to invite old Peter
NewhaH to spend day with them. All
these things occurred. however, after
Miss Deborah's coup d'etat concerning the
garden
Il am sure the flowers would do better
If we could import a few toads to eat up
the insects" she said to Lucy the morn
ing after their return.
How are you going to get your toads 2'
Lucy asked languidly.
Lucy Wyatt! You are the most IN