Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1908-12-29

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dow, peering out at The garden wan
opposite. Her heart gave al little
bound as the blank face Of the wall
met her gaze The sign was gone.
II was a very merry pretty neigh
Dor that hailed Martin shortly afscr.
"Ho" cried the pretty ncighbor, bold
~ walking through the little iron gate
into the garden no, knew you
didn't mean to sell your gardenl You
thought you'd scare md into loving
youl"
The man, who had Feen wedding,
looked up Mt her Hef wore an old
broad brimmed stray hat that In
some undesirable way made him seem
even more striISingly handsome than
ever.
You're wrong" h declared slowly.
Its soldlo
"whatlg cried tn, pretty neighbor
IN CONSERVATION.
eyes" replied the man.
"And some ones going to put up a
horrid, grimy factory here?v walled
the pretty neighbor.
Perhaps" said the man listlessly.
I'm glad you came over" he went
on. 81 was afraid I'd have to so with
out saying goodby to YOU"
Goodbye" asked the girl, her face
a picture Of surprise and dismay.
yes" the man went on, Pm going
away My train leaves at noon. You
may never see me again"
"Why--why are you going?" STAN
mered the pretty neighbor very Woe
fully.
The man looked up at her quickly.
There's nothing for me to stay here
for" he replied without animation,
evidently not finding what he hoped
In the girls face.
"Im sorry" said the girl finally.
She extended her hand In silence
he shook 1t. Slowly she went toward
the gate. When she was almost there
the man called TO her.
"I'm BRUTE" he declared contritely,
'for letting you think for minute
that I'd ever really let a factory be
erected here. Since you love the gar
den so you've d right to know that the
man who has bought 1t is your father.
He will not disturb 1t for some time
not for the present at least"
"Ohv' cried the girl. For moment
her face was radiant, then suddenly it
went sad again.
"Wouldn't you-won't you come back
some time and visit my fathers gar
den?'' she asked.
"No, I'll not come back" the man re-
Piled 'It-it would hurt too much.
Goodby."
"Goodby," repeated the girl and
slowly went through the little iron
gate, across the street to her home.
Several times during the next hour
she looked at the clock and inyolunta
rily sighed. The morning was going
very fast, it seemed. Faster and fast
er the time flew on toward noon. Pres
emily it w%s 1880, then 1915 and then
IL O'clock.
When the morning reached this
point the pretty neighbor was sudden
ly galvanized into action.
"Good graciousw she cried, jumping
from the chair where she had been en-
deavoring to read book. "GOod gra
cious, he may be gone and | haven't
found out where he is going"
Without more ado the pretty neigh
Dor raced out of the house and across
the street to the little iron gate. The
gate was locked Wildly she tore
around the wall to the great front
gate. Through this she ran up the
shady, curving path to the big house.
Suddenly, as at high speed she bore
around a particularly sharp curve, she
pumped right into the arms of the
man. The latter, when he saw that
it was the pretty neighbor, dropped the
suit case he had been carrying and
drew her closely to him
"Dear, dear sweetheart" he cried, II
simply can't leave you'll 1 can't do itp'
de Rugged her so tightly that she
fairly gasped for breath. However, the
pretty neighbor had enough breath left
to gasp a reply-a very faint reply.
Don't 60" she said, burrowing her
head into his coat. Don't go. It's not
your garden l want. It's not your gar
den I'm in love with. It's your