Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-07-14

in common decency he could go with it he was
to be made the subject of discussion He rose, wiping
his brushes but as he started to move of he was petr-
fed to hear: So. -, -
Certainly Il he does any of those things ,shan't
trust him with James Lees wife," 'v-r
Sheer anraze1nent made him pause. Even Anna was
aroused.
who on earth is she, Pensy?'
Don't you remember Browning's poem' Always
I've wanted John Lawrence to paint her, and Maggie
Tulliver and Jane Eyre and the Grammarlan-7z"
"Lindey Murray"
mo- Brownings again; the who had funeral
l don't know his name. i.
"If you don't even know his and there is
authentic portrait Of him. don't see how Mr.. Lawrence
could get good likeness.
You're quite right, Dear as you always are, Pensy
laughed.
As mans work for the morning was brought to
standstl, there leisure to 60 into ones library,
take down certain volume, and hunt up two poems.
SURELY on Sunday afternoon might expect to be
- at under his vine and fig tree, and free
from neighbors with propensity to garden. Lawrence
groaned when he heard snatch OF song Perhaps the
groan deceived HIMSELF but the intelligent collie
have the dawn OF interest and expectancy IN
his masters face But this time Penelope did not talk:
she only hummed low snatches of song in the preoccu
pied way that showed she was working
Goodness; Pensy! what are you doing' =. Sowing
seed Sunday!" Anna properly scandallzed. and
Lawrence chuckled with amusement:
The young pagan.
"You didn't half listen to the sermon, Anna, Pencil
ope reproved "The minister said all too apt to
confound duty with whatever was disagreeabe, max
ing life needlessly uncomfortable to ourselves and to
others; that to the harmonious mind, instincts and
impulses were given guides. Now, my natural, hui
impulse is to put these seeds my nicely puver
lied ground before those clouds develop into rain.
@Im sure said Anna solemnly ~that he would be
amazed at your Interpretation OF his words.
"Im equally sure, retorted Penelope, shat instead
of writing letters habit that has darkened Sunday
afternoons for that good man would approve that
Whatever the minister might have thought OF Pencil
ope's conduct, Uncle Isum outraged When he
back to work Monday morning he pointed an ac-
cusng finger at the pansy bed.
Miss Pensy, yer put desc in de groun' yistiddy;
DEVIL nebbah come up. De Ian shall be brass an
Yassum, dats what hit says in de Good Book,
"Wel, do your best with it while I'm away Isum.
1t will be two weeks before I'm here again.
II shall miss you So Pensy! larnented her sister.
wherever you CO. nearby college mate rises up to
claim visit.
SILENCE in the neighborng garden for fortnight,
no happy chatter, rlpples OF laughter, no r1ls
of song. Truly admirable time in which might
work, instead of falling into long dreaming spells and
letting his cigar go out.
He was smoking in his garden evening when he
heard stealthy shuttle the other side of the wall.
Swinging himself up into tree, he had view of the
intruder himself unperceved.
1t was Isum and he deliberately raking the
soil where the pansy seeds had been planted. He
jealous of his reputation prophet to permit any
seed to terminate in the accursed bed
"The old renegade!' Lawrence muttered. A happy
thought to him. The girl was absolutely ignorant
OF the rudiments of gardening He might transplant
a whole bed of panses to her garden, and she would
think they had up in her absence. After Isum
had taken his departure Lawrence climbed by the roots
of ivy the wall, bringing basket of pansy plants,
we'll set in buds.
He was repaid when Penelope came back; for she ran
into the garden before she had taken off her hat and
into ecstasies of triumph her pansies When
Isum them he appalled, !,
lem &c Dat was
brass ron an de onlest pusson dat could make dem
plants sprout outen de groun dat way is Marse Debb