New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-06-18

AngSa sc do Ks We Tc 6cr @ f2ye at baTO0 ana
Where in all the world III ike to know would one
find such b9de en- cGSSeroe LconlcS' And such Pef
bois ,inte and such bommCS SontCN There was cTtSty
French bread in long loaf. and dccantcr OF red wine
-"eucye yoHqc we used call it in the Quarter. And
il seemed to me that Angcas white. rnglc'S hands
which lutcrcd over the blue and white salad boWI IKE
little white doves She mixed the dressing, were quite
the prctticst things in the world. ! wanted to take
them in mine and keep them there Somehow, thought
! had never realized before Just how lovely Angela
was. anyway.
And. as we ate and drank, Ltonic dashing back and
forth with her stiff starchcd cap strings flying in the
air Angela told me more Of the garden
You know, Bobby she said; how much ! nave tE.
wanted a home all these years. And to me the height
OF luxury and opulcncc was a real garden can't
remember when | haven't ycarncd for a garden
more than for anything Csc on Garth bu' was
too poor. YOU know-and We ciii jewellers IN New
York have business thinking o. such things Whcil
the wolf is CRYING at the door. But since came back
last time and my things have begun to sell and got
the book to do-wcll, that garden had been more ana
more in nv mind And | Scrimpcd and saved until
had boarded the thousand dollars for which the UNI
feeling wrctchcs who owned this place were willing to
barter it.
ROUND the garden ran a low stone wall borlcrcd
N with trees Across of it toward the sea
a little brook ripplcd mcrrily over the stones, ana ITS
banks were emerald with watcrcrcss and the great leaves
of coWSDS which month before had been golden win
blossoms Along the eastern edge boomcd thlckct OF
roscs-grcat wild roses with golden hearts and funny
fricd cinnamon roses whose spicy sweetness pcruncd
the summer air, fresh a summer shower with the
brcczcs from the
There were prim beds Of chivcs graysh green onions,
plcbeian cabbagcs and oiorous garlic, all in straight
rows. Bccts and Brussels sprouts and other homeIy
vegetables were the pride Of LGonieS heart. 1t IS
real French garden NJ Scu isn't il? She SAID, beamlng
with pride And agreed heartily that it was indeed
a true garden OF France.
do you remember the at Barbison, Bobby"
said Angela. "Wcll those roses in the center bed |
brought from the little garden in front OF SuzcttcS,
and the the studio roof stolen from the
Petit Tranon at Versailles. See how well they have
thrivcdl My tulips and jonquils bit pasSt; but
those with the other spring flowers brought last year
from Ioland the bulbs bought in laarlcm from the
old IIollandcr who kept the tulip farm by the three
windmills-do YOU remember; And have bed OF
roses from Ficsolc and pcrugia. The honcySuckcS
there by the wall from Chester and the wall flowers
from Henley That bed Of old fashioned flowers with
the dear sweet william and Glove pinks and foXgloycS
is Just like one my grandmother had in her garden
long ago; and the lilies Of the valley in the shady
corner were transplantcd from those which grew
at my old home. Mother always loved them so!'
But the finest thing in the garden
Wa down at the very end. beyond the
q lightful old French sundal. That TuDEE
should be my potato patch said IIII>EL
Anoola. "but | couldn't have that