Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1906-07-21
IN A MEXICAN
GARDEN
BY RUTH RAEBURN
(Copyright, BY Joseph b. Bowles,)

Evidently her thoughts were pleas
ant, for she got up with a smile on
| her lips and stood for a few moments
| looking out on the view before begin
ming to dress 1t was just six o'clock
and the mist still hung in the valley,
and already the garden was a blaze OF
! light. The scent of the roses, the
| orange and lemon blossom, the moist
earth and the myriad growing things,
| filled the air with a delicious fra
GRANGE One breathed life and happi-
ness on such a morning, and love for
all that lives in this glorious. beauti-
full world. Besides, was not her old
friend and playfellow, Philip King.
coming home after being away for
seven years in the States, learning to
be a doctor?
Cecilia was an only child. Her
mother died when the poor little mite
was only three days old, and her father
never married again, but gave his
small daughter into the keeping of
kind-hearted Mexican woman, who had
from that moment spoiled her charge
with the utmost fidelity, and now, at
the age of 19 years, the tall, handsome
girl was still old Conchas favorite.
The two families were near neigh
bors. and had been fast friends from
the beginning, so it was no wonder
that she and Philip should be con-
stantly together, running about and
playing at hide and seek in the
woods round the ranch, and when
they were older cantering over the
| pasture lands on their sure-footed
Mexican ponies-and no wonder either,
as time went on, that the folks should
nod their heads and smile knowingly,
as they watched the pair, a pretty lit
tie girl of u and handsome lad OF
10. In their Imagination these good
people already heard the bells ring
for the betrothal
Not much time was wasted over the
toilet this morning. There was a great
deal to be done before eight O'Clock
breakfast. First, the asparagus had to
| be cut, while the sun was still low in
the sky, for later on when he had at
| tanned his full strength it was insult
| ferably hot in the garden, and only the
dark-skinned natives might work there
with impunity. Then she would pick
some ripe, juicy peaches for dessert.
Her father loved asparagus and peach
es and so did Philip. if her memory
did not deceive her-but seven years
is long time and tastes may change.
Who knows if he is still fond of
peaches?" and-she looked in the glass
and smiled at her own rehection-"I
think | can answer for peaches" Her
thoughts ran on questioning and re-
plying to themselves. but as to as
paragus and, and-other things-who
knows?"
On a chair by her bedside Guadalupe
her maid. had placed a clean muslin
frOck. starched and white as snow
She fingered it lovingly. for she was
going to put it on after her work was
done. In the meantime a blue cotton
more than ready for the washtub
would do very well, and, having
reached this stage in her proceedings.
she did not stop to twist up her hair,
but merely braiding it in two thick
plaits, Mexican fashion, seized her SOM
brero and ran downstairs At the
kitchen door COncha was waiting with
a basket and long knife with teeth like
a saw at one end; this was used to cut
the asparagus.
The dew drops on the feathery
branches OF the asparagus vines SPAR
Ill 4 10 II, he !,
fell on her in showers as she brushed
them aside to look for the white heads
appearing above ground at their roots.
BY the time she had cut sufficient for
a generous dish an hour had already
gone by and she was very warm and
decidedly muddy-but what did that
matter? There was soap and water in
the house, and pretty clean white
dress in her room waiting to be put
on. The peaches could be picked in
a few minutes. and then her mornings
work would be done.
How beautiful it was that morning,
From her perch among the peaches
she gazed fascinated on the scene be-
fore her. Orizaba, glory of mountains,
with It's snow-capped peak, seemed but
step from the garden. but in reality
one would have to travel more than
40 miles tc reach the foot of it. On |
all sides were the hills as far as the |
eye could see. and right in front, only |
about a mile away, nestled the little
town with its whitewashed houses and
brown tiled roofs, half buried in trees.
Absorbed in the view she did not see
a hoTseman who was maneuvering his
way in and out the winding pathway
which led to her fathers ranch, and
so it happened that Philip King was
almost upon her before she was aware
Of it. When she did at last catch
sight of him II was too late to fly to
The house. The color leaped to her
face in a crimson food and her knees
irembled beneath her. with agitation,
disappointment at the sudden collapse
IF all her plans and humiliation at the