Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1905-04-28

Cathcart smiled to himself. on the
other side of the hedge. He hadn't
smiled for some months. So the owner
Of the voice was a visitor, was she?
And she wanted what old Stephen
Walker hadn't got, but what he-Miles
Cathcart-had!
He held his breath as he waited for
the answer.
II think will go and ask him,
then" she said, in clear, cool tones.
He can't eat me, suppose, and a cat
may look at king, mayn't it? You've
heard of that old rhyme in Devon
shire, haven't you"
go to, missy, with your gamin' Of
me-" he answered peevishly. IF you
gifts them sweet peas from Mr.. Cath
cart-well, I'll think differently of the
rest Of your sex for ever and ever af-
| forwards"
Miles heard the soft football on the
path next door. The young lady was
carving her threat into execution. BY
rights he ought to go indoors and not
be seen, but he chose to remain where
he was, standing between his tall rows
of magnificent sweet peas and await,
ing the coming Of
A tall, slender girl in white, with q
big, shady hat almost hiding her flow
er-like face! Miles heard the sof'
frou-frou Of her skirts; his ears had
not heard the sound for ages.
so hidden by his coveted flowers tina
| she only caught sight of him then
A little sound-it might have been OF
fright, or surprise, or relief-broke
from her lips.
Please" she said, ever so gently
would you let me have few Of your
sweet peas for aunty's birthday? They
are lovely, aren't theyY burying her
small nose in the blossoms. But
| Walker hasn't any, and aunty is SO
| fond of them!'
capped his lips involuntarily he had not
the lease desire to be rude or inquisi-
tive, and the girl seemed to under
stand
II mean Aunt Helen," she answered,
with a slight air of dignity, which sat
we'll upon her slender shoulders. Il
have lived with her ever since mother
died.
Miles Cathcart gripped the gtrs
muslin clad shoulder. There was that
in his handsome face which she hard
" understood, but she did not shrink
from him.
Helen whoY he almost command
cd. "Tell me, quickly"
"Templeton," the girl answered,
quietly, as her companion grew excit-
ed. Aunt Helen Templeton, for she
has never married, you know. l think
once upon a time there was man
t"There was a man, you are quite
right; but there were two"
"That is not truev' returned the girl,
firmly, her mouth quivering at the i'm
piled slur upon one so beloved. she
belped mother out of difficulty, for
mother told me just before she died,
and she said that 1 must always look
after Aunt Helen, and L mean 10.
Come. will you give me the flowers
those lovely sweet peas? IL you oo'
will forgive you and all you nave
shipped off to-day"
In haste the man shipped off bloom
after bloom. The girl watched MN
wonderingly as he despoiled the plants
Of every flower.
"Give them to your" he asked. MS
face TRANSPORTED with great JOY as
he turned and faced her, his work OF
destruction done, and big bunch OF
sweet meas in his hands, mo; but II
Won will take me, will give them to
her myself
At a garden gate, little rafthef
down the road, lady was standing,
shading her eyes from the glare OF
tbe sun and watching the white, dusty
roadway eagerly, as if in search OF
some one.
Tbara was no need for words-one
look was enough. Over her face the
color svept and then receded. leaving
+ deathly pale Miles laid the SWEEP
coos aside and stretched out his empty
rne while Helen Templeton crept
,,4o tbam at Iast-her nungering heart
satisfied. ~.
agatha turned away abruptly. she
1T is all owing to q bunch OF SWEEP