Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1905-04-22

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 l will go and ask him,
then" she said, in clear, cool tones
He can't eat me, | suppose, and a cat
may look at a king, mayn't It? You've
heard of that old rhyme in Devon
shire, haven't your
GO to, missy, with your gamin' of
mev' 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
carrying 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
big, shady hat almost hiding her flow
er-like face! Miles heard the soft
frou-frou Of her skirts: his ears had
not heard the sound for ages.
When he raised his dark gray eyes
she was in front of him. He had been
so hidden by his coveted flowers that
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 they?" burying her
small nose in the blossoms But
Walker hasn't any, and aunty is so
| fond Of theml"
who is aunty?" The question es-
capped his lips involuntarily; he had not
the lease desire TO be rude or inquisi-
tive, and the girl seemed to under
| stand.
| Il mean Aunt Helen" she answered,
with a slight air of dignity, which sat
we'll upon her slender shoulders. II
have lived with her ever since mother
died.
Miles Cathcart grlpped the gr's
muslin-clad shoulder. There was thai
in his handsome face which she hard
ly understood, but she did not shrink
from him.
Helen who? he almost command
ed TEL me, quickly"
"Templeton," the girl answered.
quietly, as her companion grew excit-
ed. Aunt Helen Templeton, for she
has never married, you know. / think
once upon time there was a man
There was man, you are quite
right: but there were two"
THAT is not truel" returned the girl.
firmly, her mouth quivering at the i'm
piled slur upon one so beloved. "She
helped mother out OF difficulty, for
mother told me just before she died,
and she said that l must always look
after Aunt Helen, and l mean to.
Come, will You give me the lowers
those lovely sweet peas? If you do,
will forgive you and all you have
shipped off to-day"
In haste the man shipped off bloom
after bloom. The girl watched him
wonderingly as he despolled the plants
OF every flower.
Give them to your" he asked. his
face TRANSPORTED with a great joy, as
be turned and faced her his work of
destruction done, and a big bunch of
sweet peas in his hands, no; but If
you will take me, l will give them to
her myself"
At a garden gate. a little farther
down the road, a lady was standing,
shading her eyes from the glare of
the sun and watching the white, dusty
roadway eagerly, as if in search of
some one.
There was no need for words-one
look was enough Over her face the
color swept and then reeeded. leaving
, 1t deathly pale. Miles laid the sweet
peas aside and stretched out his empty
arms while Helen Templeton crept
. irto them at last-her nungering heart
satisfied.
: Agatha turned away abruptly. She
understood.
at is all owing to a bunch Of sweet