The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1915-01-20
GARDENS AND THE GIRL
By HARMONY WELLER.

(Copyright 1914, by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)
The gardens in the little suburban
village that nestled at the foot Of the
Chiltern hills were beginning to show
the lack of care. The war had robbed
those tiny cottages and left them
stripped of masculine hands. Wives
and mothers and sisters who were
left behind to grieve and toll had NO
time for gardening when there were
children to care for and homes to
keep tidy against the day when the
soldiers would once again be wei
coined back. ,- 49,. '9
However, there was one pair OF
masculine hands in the village that
might not fire shots at the enemy
because his physical body had been
found far too. weak to stand the siren.
uous life of the battlefield. George
Bassington grieved sorely that he was
unfit to. go with his fellow men to
fight the great fight, but he realized
there must be some way in which he
could be of service to those left. be-
hind. ... r., 49,. -
> Il could take care of those gar
dens," he; pondered as he walked
through Laurel lane and witnessed the
condition of growing things. Perhaps
it..will help the struggling women as
much as the outdoor work will bene
fit my own body, '. ,-,.s Z
At the end Of two weeks George
Bassington had done wonders with
six small gardens. Flowers again
raised joyful heads, vines clambered
over gate posts and vegetables con
tinued to add table necessities to the
six tables. ~. a
There: was one house on Laurel
lane that Bassington took infinite care
over and that one was the. home ot
James Holiday. Bassington realized
that because of the inmate he found
himself lared there In spite Of him
self. He supposed the fair woman
within to be the wife Of Holiday be
cause she tended Holidays two tiny
children and seemed, ever busy witt
household cares. So busy was she
that Bassington had never, during his
short. stay in the garden, had more
than "a word or two Of conversation
with. her. .,. rs" ~
II can hardly ask her If she Is Holi
days wife," laughed the temporary
gardener. to himself, S
AS weeks slipped past BassingtoI
began to regain. the health that hat
escaped him, The recruiting offices
would not turn him, back again, he
felt, and with that thought in view
he once again went Into town in or
der to offer himself for active service
This. time 4 he was not sent away
from his medical examination with
dropping head. He had been accepted
for active service and he was to join
his old regiment and leave for the
front with them. sIE
1t was with joyful heart that he
approached the little cottages In. Lau
rel lane and told each of his now ,ex
cellent friends of his snceess. 1t was
going to be q trife difficult to tell
Jim Holidays wife, and as he dropped
the shining brass knocker Of her door
he braced himself as II for the> first
volley, OF shot from the enemy.
Once inside the trim little house
Bassington looked long and earnest
ly at the fair girl who seemed evel
to- elude his level glance.
IT am going to the 'front.'" he said
in. his STRAIGHTFORWARD, manner, "anG
! wanted to tell, you that i have ar
ranged for another man to care fol
the gardens. I am off on Saturday
"Oh!" gasped the girl, then you
are not a shirker! ! have been think
ing you were a coward not to senlis,
when all our brave brothers and hus
bands have gone to- fight for u.s." J
"A deep flush spread even up to his
temples at the girls words. Z
"I am sorry you thought !, me . &
shirker, Mrs. Holiday was all he
said. =
The quick apology In Jean Holidays
eyes vas mingled with. amused sur
prise.
>"But am not Mrs. Holiday" she
told him, II am Jim's. sister. "Mrs
Holiday has gone down to be near jim
as long as possible before he goes ste
the front. He's In camp now"
''Not anybody's wife?" questioned
Bassington, and realized that he would
change that situation when he re-
turned from the war. II am sorry
you thought me a shirker," he said
"and that thought you a wife ani
mother. Otherwise we might have
spent many wonderful hours here II
the shadow Of the Chiltern, hills
just you and l." ...
'"The,, hills will, always be here
Jean said with dainty frankness,l be
cause she had loved Bassington II
spite Of herself, II, too, expect to- be
here-when you return" ,
MAY that day be soon," ,Bassingtor
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