The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-10-08
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 My garden has grown into perfect lot of blooms, but for the last two weeks queer slugs have begun to eat he tender buds that are forming for october blooming, and have been mourning over it by day and by night md to everybody who will listen.
 Aunt Augusta insists that the only hing to do is to get up with the first, rack of dawn and carefully search ut each slug, remove it and destroy it. Bhe says if this is done for a week hey will be exterminated.
 carefully explained it all to Jasper, md when came down to breakfast le was coming in with three queer reen things, also with an injured air # having been kept up all night. I ndn't feel equal to making him go on with the combat and ignored the ques- lion for two days until I saw all the buds on nay largest Neron done for in sDne night
 have always been able to get up Rt the break of day to go sketching. It was at daybreak that made my sketch in the Deheury gardens that captured the French art eye enough to get me my salon mention If T rould get up to splash water eolors at that hour surely could rush to the protection of my own roses, so went t6 bed with gray dawn on my mind and the shutters wide open, so the first light would get full in my eyes
 am glad that it was q good bright ray that woke me and partly dazzled me, for the sight I had after I had been kneeIing down in the rose bed for fifteen minutes was something of a. shock to me, though no reason in the world why it should have been. \ can't remember that I ever speculated as to whether the Graz wore pajamas or not, and I don't see that I should have been surprised that he did in stead of the nightshirt of our common ancestry
 He came around the side of the house oat of the sun shot mist and was halfway dossn the garden path before [ saw hi1I or he saw me, and I must say tha& his unconeern under the cir cunsta aces was rather remarkable.
 He was attired in light blue silk pa1ama jacket thae was open at the throat and half way down his broad breast He had on his usual gray trousers, but tags of blue trailed out and ruffied around his bare ankles and across his bare heels that protruded from his slippers. His hair was in heavy tousIed black cJirls alI<over his head, and his gray eyes were positive ly mysterious with interrupted dreams. In one hand he carried a tin can and i'm the other a small pointed stick. whicht looked murderously fitted for the exterminat lion Of the marauders-
 was positively nervous over the prospect of his embarrassment when he should catch sight of me, but there was none
 4EveP' he exclaimed with surprise, and ray of pure delight drove away the dreams in his eyes Nobody in the wide world calls me Eve but just the Graz, and he does it in a queer, still way when he is surprised to see me or glad, or sorry, or moved with any kind of sudden emotion
 And queer as it is I have to positively control the desire to answer him with the correlated title-Adamt
 T forgot to tell you yesterday that I was coming over to get the slugs for you, dear" he said as he came down the row of roses next to mine, sQuatted opposite to- where was kneeling by the bushy, suffering Neron and began to examine the under side of each leaf carefully. He was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in the early light with his great chest bare and the blue of the pajamas melting into the bronze of a1s throat and calling out the gray iu his eyes. had to force myself into being gardener rather than artist as we laughed together over the glass bowl and silver spoon I had brought out for the undoing of the slugs. Some day I'm going to paint him like that!
 I found out about the pajamas from questioning Aunt Martha discreetIy. They seemed so incongruous in rela- ton to the usual old Henry Clay coat and stock collar that had to know the reason why. Mrs. Hargrove's son was very worldly man, she says, and wore them It comforts her to Lnake them for the Graz to wear in memo riam. He wears the collars Cousin Martha makes him with her own fin gers after the pattern she made his fathers by, for the same reason, and let's Cousin Jasmine cut his hair be- cause she always cut her fathers, Colo 1eI Eorton's, until his death. Tket ac- counts for tue ante beIIum curls and the irregular tags in the back I aI- most laughed when Cousin Martha was telling me. but I remembered how a glow rose in my heart when I saw that he still had fathers little old Con 1aderate comrade tailor cut his coats on tke same pattern on which he had cut fathers, since the days of recon xtruction- Sometimes it startles me to 1rd that with all my emancipation ] am very ike other women
 But l wonder what would do if sallie artfred him in any of the late Henry's wearing apparel?
 What do you suppose is the why $ Gfr <z41of74 VtzaIazr xFafryoo I srsculated to stop that thougat of sharp as we cVswled down the r4w to- gether, be searching one side of each bush e0G ' tbe ottar
 Well. they 1brouGht on this nice cOnspznionable hunt for them, didn't they?" he asked, looking over into my