The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1905-01-12
CHAPTER XVIII.

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At the back of Olive Dumbarton's
house was a long, narrow strip of old.
fashioned garden, protected from the
nelghboring ground by high walls of
Faded brick, against which pear and
plum trees stretched their spreading
branches. Its central grass plot, soft
as velvet to the tread, and restful and
refreshing to the eye: its sanded paths
with their border beds now bright with
sunfloWer and chrysanthemum. with
dahlias and nasturtiums; its wilderness
OF g~ooseberry and current bushes at
n end; it's apple trees growing close
to the house, gave it a quaint appears
ance. which strongly appealed to the
tastes OF the owner.
On a bright, bracing afternoon in
October, Veronica was walking back
ward and forward upon the grass. I'm
willing to leave her mother in her pres
en- condition for even an hour. and
sensttlVely shrinking from the observa-
tfon h imagined herself likely to at
tract out OF doors, she had. since the
night of the tragedy, refused to ven
xure beyond the precincts of the house.
1t was in the garden she therefore
took the exercise her mother considered
necessary to the girls health, and it
frequently happened that on such oc-
casions she was not alone, for from the
back windows of the ~neighboring house
1T was possible for Quinton Quave to
catch sight of her black robed figure
moving over the grass or under the
trees, and to join her was no diff
cult task for one who for years had
enjoyed the unceremonious entree to
her mothers house.
On this occasion he was walking be-
side her, a cricket cap on the back Of
MS head, his hands thrust into the
pockets of his tweed jacket, brown
shoes upon his feet.
Il wanted mother to come out here
In the fresh, bracing air. but she
thought it was too cold,' Veronica was
saying. II don't know what we should
do II we hadn't this dear, old quiet
garden ~
Il think 1t the jolliest garden in the
fWoTids Ours Is TotiIinE conipar red with
this, Qufnton replied, looking into her
pale face, long like her mothers, and
with something of the same wistful
TSSprass;onEi In her Ssrass, eyes
@Why?n she asked.
II OIL don't know: perhaps it is be-
cause l remember it so long he an
swered .jlIogically.
But you must remember your "
garden much longer"
course; but it has never been sd
pleasant as this. What fun we used To
have here when Twas a boy and Won
were a mere child
Well, Q Were only in Jackets and
~ q g lin ~ cell rs, and on Va aatall
hat that used to make me laugh when
ssI saw you going Il church,,
And you had dolls and a skipping
rope
g used to skip too she said
laughing at the comical picture he pre-.
scented 70 her minds eye, he Joining ii
he laughter.
do YOU remember the day / fel
from that tree when L was getting / h
asked.
,"And ] burst out crying q
Thought YOU were killed..
$"You liked me them, he said shyIy
You must remember that / was o,i,
a mere child she answered smilingly
But you are not a child now, Yer
jCnica, and--and--sn
aDon't---don,t, she said In a low, agi
Gated Voice.
"a Then 4 used to dream of doing tn
most daring things in the world fo
sake. / used to wish 8 wer5
drowning, that 4 might save YOU; q
S4iat you were being run away with b,
Wild horse that Ianight rush al
and clutch at his bride with a wris
az steel; orsthat your house was burn
Ing that might climb into awin
9 AID carry 9 out fainting In M
ass WAS because 8 read 3
S 1Eserny dreadful tories, she replied
her we looking away from him.
Mayb the FORM Of serving YOU wa
aSsa ~nggesfed BIZ them, but the same de
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