Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-06-18

Angela "such as we used to have at Barbison. And
Leone has cooked it all herself.
Where in all the world, I'd like to know would one
find such boet casserole Leones And such petit
ois ftnufe and such bommes sOut63 There crusty
French bread in long loaf, and decaner of red wine
-'e9c~e rouge used call it in the Quarter And
it seemed to that Angelas white ringless hands,
which utered the blue and white salad bowl like
little white doves she mixed the dressing were quite
the pretiest things in the world l wanted to take
them in mine and keep them there. Somehow thought
l had never realized before just how lovely Angela
was, anyway.
And, as we ate and drank, Leonie dashng back and
forth with her stiff starched cap strings flying in the
air, Angela told me more of the garden.
You know, Bobby she said, how much | have
wanted home all these years And to me the height
of luxury and opuence was real garden. | can't
remember when | haven't yearned tor garden
than for anything else on earth But was
too poor you know-and cliff jewellers in New
York have no business thinking OF such things when
the wolf is crying at the door. But since came back
last time and my things hage begun to sell and got
the book to do-wel that garden had been more and
more in my mind. And Iiscrmped and saved until
had boarded the thousand dollars for which the I'M
feeling wretches who owned this place were willing to
barter it.
A ROUND the garden a low stone wall bordered
with trees Across one corner OF 1t toward the sea
little brook ripped merriy the stones and its
banks emerald with waercress and the great leaves
of cowslps which month before had been golden with
blossoms. Along the eastern edge bloomed thcket OF
roses-great wild roses with golden hearts and funny
frled cinnamon roses, whose spicy sweetness pertumed
the summer air, fresh as summer shower with the
breezes from the
There were prim beds of chves, grayish green onions
pebeian cabbages, and odorous garlic all IN straight
rows. Beets and Brussels sprouts and other homely
vegetables the pride of Leone's heart 1t IS
real French garden, sieu isn't it she said beamng
with pride And | agreed heartily that it was indeed
true garden of France.
do YOU remember the at Barbson, Bobby!
said Angela well, those roses in the center bed |
brought from the little garden in front OF Suzettes,
and the vines the studio roof stolen from the
Petit Trianon at Versailles. See how well they have
thrived! My tulips and jonquls bit passe; bur
those with the other spring flowers brought last year
from Hoand the bulbs bought in Haarle from the
old Hollander who kept the tulip farm by the three
windmills-do you remember? And have bed OF
roses from Fiesoe and Perugia The honeysuckles
there by the wall from Chester and the wall flowers
from Henley That bed of old fashioned flowers with
the dear william and Glove pinks and foxgloves
is Just like one my grandmother had in her garden
long ago; and the lilies of the valley in the shady
corner transplanted from those which grew
at my old home Mother always loved them SOL
But the finest thing in the garden
down at the very end, beyond the
d lightful old French sundial. THAT THpEE
should be my potato patch said
Angela but | couldn't have that
and what had most wanted; SO the
potatoes come from the greengrocer, and
| have my bit of France
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