The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1908-05-30

lie nave most of the money too Il.
p;ctrro e eeu II! They say he's painting better
! How long is it since bo,
Mary catherine, artfuly figuring ont nnn,bar 81
side-tracks they might take 70 NV humber Oh
darker topics. 'ne aVoluance OF
I've years."
Is he coming this summcr2Y
oo;,,a mere I9s was letter this morning He's
gong INTO the country sketcbinointn Proror,oo
nat reminded him of the old Provence roses dow
9S the wall he wrote. They'll be IN fo1or now
They are IN flower, you sees q iiO"
one spoke uncomplainingly. vel as # she u,ore
sLnerlng pam and Mary Catherine understood that
TINS was the pang of loneliness, 'i'''
! wish he'd GOMEZ" she said botI,
No, child. no. Why should bea n;ol,s ,-o,,,,u
mes genus He's got things to do. tx Tery
Important 10 rant pictures if Won nain+ as No
poay else can. But now, my will Of course, I've
| left you a legacy 0oui'e' We
Don't" said the girl again,
| But besides that I've left Won another Iouoou
funny one. I've given, you the garden ~ says
! The agrden." Mary Catherine lno,- = fou
the pride and the everyday delight Of the old Iad7,s
heart y 'ne oiu iaoS
Yes. You understand what the garden is to
me- IL leave 1t to you. it shows how much T
prize you. 1t means bite right ont Of tbo as
tate, but l want you to have it, Besides if shows
how much | trust you. / know you'll take care
of it ~ a. lane care
Mary Catherine nodded. Her eyes were full Of
tears. vi -
IF you should marry or 30 away ar sbon1d,,,+
feel like tending it. that's another thing said tbe
old lady, with rallying of her great good sense
hen you must abandon it at once Plow il mn.
Grass it over" = "f
Il sh Ia, pillow it up said Mary Catherine. So
berly. 1T won't be erased over
Madam Weir awakened 10 sudden intoros+
Il want to tell you two or three things abo,+
IT. she continued. IF ! were leaving children to
be taken care of. | should like the people in
charge OF them to know all about their PECULIAR
ties Well, you're going to adopt my garden. Now
there that lilac dawn by the fence-spIendid great
bush. but it won't bloom Child. don't Won get ont
OF patience with it. Promise me you WON'T
No" said Mary Catherine, Il won't ever be
impatient" %
Then there's the ladies' delights Over and
over We tried to transplant them into some other
part Of the garden. but they're very wiIfpI They
lust won't 60 But don't you forcor them. Let
them stay where they take root They like it bet
ter"
They, shan't be interfered with" Mary Cath
crime pledged herself.
"PeonieS. too | used to play all sorts of
tricks with them when was new at gardening
moving them, dividing them-why. scarcely cot
bloom for years. Peonies are old folks but splen-
did to deal with. you know their ways That
one out by the gate-I always feel as if it liked to
SIT there and see the passing. You won't move %
L promise you, SAID her friend. Il won't move
it."
Some time next week we'll go over the garden,
plant by plant, and I'll tell all their family history
A few of them are young. only year or two old
But some-why. Mary Catherine, they are the chill
dren of the larkspur and the sweet-william | had
when ! began housekeeping and gardening fifty
years ago."
Like this. years kitten" said Mary Catherine.
with another wise little attempt at safer CONVEX
sational paths. Il suppose this years kitten is
descended in direct line from the Matest you had
when ! little girl"
Il always liked a Malice" said Madam Weir.
absently. Then she reused herself, and talked
about the days doings, cooking and farm.
When Mary Catherine rose to GO the old lady
got up and went into the house to bring her out a
letter.
"You going to the mail?" she asked "This is
for Dick. | wish you'd take it. Theret / haven't
sealed it after all. You do it, dear"
Mary Catherine walked down the garden path
TIE letter in her hand. When she reached the
ape arbor, she turned aside and went through
il t. secluded corner of the plot. There was no
hurry, for the mail would not go out until after
noon. She mounted the wall in the corner. and
sat there fat stone she knew. 1t had been an
armchair since she seven, and had chosen
this conner for the 'best room" in her playhouse
equal to Madam Weir's in her retrospective sur
7ey Mary Catherine thought of that. and smiled
Il seemed as if the troubles of youth and age
weighed very much the same.
Ito be continued)