IN THE GARDEN OF LIFE.
BY CHARLES BUXTON GOING, IN SUCCESS MAGAZINE.
Ah, when I first began to plant
Life's garden close, I did not know
(For I was young and ignorant)
What choice of seeds I ought to sow.
‘And many things I planted there
Alas! turned out but barren seeds, “
‘And others died for want of care,
And many more proved noxious weeds.
But in the midmost place of all
A little slip grew, unaware,
And it had burgeoned fair and tall
Before I knew that it was there.
Around its head the sunlight drew,
The sweet earth drew around its root,
And fairer still-in form it grew
To bud, to blossom, and to fruit.
And now, so radiant it grows,
The garden is a magic bower—
of perfume an
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Sofbveiled with beauty and with flower.
of rose
It looked like a pretty illumina
tion, the French cottage-window,
with the shaded lamp burning on the
centre-table and the muslin curtain
(blowing backward and forward in
the lilac-scented breeze; and the tab-
leau of two young lovers sitting to-
gether on the sofa was prettier still.
Leslie Brown was a beautiful girl
of seventeen, dark-browed and rose-
lipped, with a skin like the velvety
cream of a magnolia leaf, dark-gray
eyes and long, luxuriant hair coiled
in a mass of heavy braids around her
head. Montagu Lacy was seven-and-
twenty, with Saxon features, curls of
a deep, golden hue and a silky brown
mustache twisting roguishly up at
the ends.
“But I say, Leslie, you will answer
me to-morrow?” pleaded the young
man. #
“I don’t know, Mr. Lacy—it’s so
sudden.”
“So is everything sudden in this
world.”
“I don’t know what mamma would
say,” hesitated pretty Leslie.
“Shall I take measures to ascer-
tain?” solicitously asked Mr. Monta-
gu Lacy.
“Certainly not,” Leslie answereé
firmly. “I have not decided as yet
myself.” :
“Yes, but Leslie, it’s confounded-
ly hard on a fellow.” ;
“Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn’t.
You must go now, in any event.”
“Must 1?” Mr. Lacy arose with a
comical grimace. “To-morrow, then?”
“I won’t promise.”
“Then you are a cruel, hard-
hearted girl, and that’s all I have to
say on the subject. However, I shall
try my luck, whatever may befall.”
And, bending lightly, he touched
his lips to the rosy dimples of her
finger-joints as he went away.
Miss Henderson witnessed the
whole scene—heard all the words
spoken in the murmurous silence of
the summer twilight from her vant-
age-point behind the hedge of pink-
blossomed American laurel. She bit
her lip, and, if the ‘baleful eye”
could blast like the forked flash of
summer lightning, Leslie Brown
would have been at that instant smit-
ten to the ground.
“You are so sure of him, my
young lady, are you?” said Miss Hen-
derson to herself, “Just wait and
see. There may be two words to that
bargain.” :
One instant Malvina Henderson
stood thinking. To let Pretty Leslie
Brown run away with the prize for
which she had schemed and plotted
80 long was entirely opposite to ail
her long-conceived policy—and yet—
“I have it,” said Malvina, to her-
self. “Yes, I have it. Nothing short
of death or madness will part them,
and jealousy is a species of mad-
ness.”
Hurrying through the shrubbery,
already wet with dew, as swift and
noiseless as a gliding wreath of white
mist, Miss Henderson met Montagu
Lacy at the front door, just as he had
found his hat and lighted the cigar
which was to accompany him on his
long evening walk.
“Mr. Lacy—oh, please don’t throw
away your cigar,” she said, coaxingly,
and Malvina Henderson could assume
a charmingly pleading air when she
chose, “but I've walked so fast up
from the lodge, for fear you should
be gone—and I've such a favor to
ask you.”
“A favor, Miss Henderson?”
“There, now,” said Malvina, with
a sweet little laugh, “I knew you
would be surprised, but remember!”
holding up a taper finger, “it’s a pro-
found secret.”
“Oh, certainly.”
“Well, it’s leap-year, you know,
and we girls are going to send Joe
Thorneycroft a love letter—just for
a joke, you know—and we don’t
know what on earth to write, and—
and—won’'t you just give us the
rough draft of one for us to copy?”
“Hr.
“Yes, you. You know you've read
such lots of delightful English novels,
and you can give us just the right
idea.”
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“Beg your pardon,” said Mr. Lacy,
laughing, “but I think you young
ladies need no suggestions.”
“Mr. Lacy, you won't refuse?’
“Refuse? No, not if I really can
be of any use; but—"
“Allow us to be the judge of that,”
cried Malvina, with gay imperious-
ness, as she drew him into the library
and reached for standish and rose-
colored paper. ‘Now you must write
a genuine love-letter.”
“How shall I begin it?” said Mr.
Lacy, good-humoredly yielding the
point without betraying a vestige of
the impatience he really felt.
“Oh, any way. ‘Dear Malvina,’
just for fun.”
“Very well.”
And Mr. Lacy’s swift pen scratched
away over the paper, dashing off the
lines with ready inventive genius.
“How will this do?” he asked, and
read over what he had been compes-
ing.
Miss Henderson clapped her hands
exultingly.
“Charming—perfect!” she cried.
“How poor, dear Joe will be victim-
ized! But you haven’t signed it—
little maliciously; ‘but you’ll tell
quite a different tale when you see
the letter I received from him to-
night.”
Leslie smiled; what else could she
do, secure as she was in Montagu’s
adoration of herself. She could only
pity her cousin’s monstrous delusion.
But Miss Henderson was prepared
with testimony to back up ker words.
She unfolded the note and laid it on
the table. : -
“You will believe his own words,
if you don’t believe mine,” said she,
laughingly; and the blood seemed to
turn to ice in Leslie’s pulses at the
sight of the well-known handwriting.
“My own darling,” it began, but
she could decipher no more.
head swam, her lips quivered.
“I do not wish to read it,” she
said hurriedly. “I-—I have no wish
to pry into the secrets of others.”
“But that is entirely a mistaken
idea, Leslie. We both wish you to
know our plans. Let me read it to
you, if you will not look at it your-
self.”
She murmured out the flowing sen-
tences of love-smitten rhetoric which
the unconscious victim had penned
so merrily not fifteen minutes before,
but Leslie Brown scarcely heard
them. It seemed so impossible—so
monstrously ‘absurd—that Montagu
Lacy should dare to make open love
at one and the same time to, herself
and this black-eyed, vindictive old
maid! That he, whom she had
deemed the very impersonation of
everything that was noble and chiv-
alric, should be so utterly false! If
he were untrue, then what and who,
in all the world, could be pronounced
real? ~ :
Miss Henderson’s cooing, hypocrit-
ically-sweet voice broke harshly in on
the thread of her reflections.
“Do tell me how to answer him?”
she murmured. ‘You see how he
presses for an immediate reply. What
shall I say?” :
“I—I don’t know,” said Leslie,
pressing her hand on her forehead.
“My head aches—I don’t think I
am very well this evening. Some
other time, Malvina, I will answer
your questions.”
command had barely extended to the
uttering of these incoherent sen-
what ought we to ‘wind up’ with?”
pieces, producing perfect
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“Oh, that is simple enough.
‘Yours devotedly,” or ‘Yours until
death,’ or some such rhodomontade,”
he said, hurriedly scratching off the
glowing words.
“Now sign it. I am so stupid, you
see; I need all your good nature in
“Just the initials—in my case it
would be M. L.”
“How can I ever thank you
enough,” said Malvina, rapturously,
as she folded the little pink billet.
“But you’ll never let Thorneyecroft
laughed Mr. Lacy.
Pat’s Pathetic Passion.
OLICEMAN PAT peruses picture puzzle prize proffer.
P Premium promised person purchasing, placing painted
pares place, puts pieces promiscuously, pursues particular
plan, pompously prophesies prompt performance. .
Pieces proceed perversely. Pat pauses perturbed. Prob-
Prolonged perplexity produces panic.
tiful poteen potations prove pernicious.
Protracted puzzling produces profuse perspiration, pant-
Pat persists, perseveres, protests perfection possible.
pays penalty, perishes pitifully, prone; prostrate.
Parents provide proper pall.
Priest publicly pronounces panegyrie.
pertinent paragraphs praising popular prom-
Pat planted permanently.—Camilla J. Knight, in Life.
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nacious policeman. Poor Pat
Malvina watched her with a sly,
cat-like smile.
“TI think I have done for you, young
lady,” she thought to herself, “with
all your rosy cheeks and big, gray
eyes! A little maneuvering, and I
shall bring Mr. Montagu Lacy to my
feet, now that this dangerous rival is
out of the way.”
Mr. Lacy’s astonishment, the next
day, on receiving Leslie's indignant
message of “not at home,” was ex-
treme.
“What does it all mean?” he mut-
tered. “I will see her, or—"
And he sat himself resolutely down
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“Never—never, upon my word!” on the front piazza, thus laying regu-
fervently asseverated Miss Hender-
son. And, if smiles were sunshine,
Montagu Lacy’s homeward way
lar siege to the unconscious Leslie—
a line of tactics entirely different
from anything Miss Henderson had
would have been one illumination
that evening, !
Five minutes afterward, Malvina
entered the room where Leslie
Brown was deluding herself with the
idea that she was reading.
“Leslie,” she said, earnestly, “I
want your advice.”
Miss Brown looked up, rather sur-
prised, Although they were second
consins, she was not particularly
partial to Malvina, and she had rea-
son to suppose that she herself was
not a favorite with the fading passe
brunette.
“My advice, Malvina?”
peated doubtfully.
“Yes,” laughed and blushed Mal-
vina, ‘‘about getting married. I am
geing to confide in you, my dear. I
have had an offer.”
Leslie arched her fair brows, inno-
cently, and Miss Henderson went cn,
with a well-affected air of pretty con-
fusion.
“From—but you can never guess
from whom, if you were to try for a
hundred years. From Montagu
Lacy.” /
Leslie Brown grew pale, and then
scarlet.
“You must be mistaken, Malvina.
He—"
she re-
supposed him likely to pursue.
“Here I sit until midnight—or un-
til she comes out!” he told himself.
| . Presently she came, but not alone.
' Malvina Henderson was with her,
f who was rather more discomfited
‘than Leslie at the sudden apparition
| which confronted them, But he did
not notice the elder of the two ladies
fat all.
“Leslie,” he exclaimed, reproach-
i fully, but Leslie shrank back, color-
ling violently. “Leslie, you have no
‘right to deny me an answer thus.”
| “Do not call me ‘Leslie,’ ” she
cried, indignantly.
“Why should I not?
scolded me for it before.”
“You owe all your sweet words
‘and familiar expressions to this
lady,” said Leslie, drawing back, and
motioning to Malvina. \
“Do I?” sald Mr. Lacy, with rather
a puzzled air.” “Well, I really wasn’t
aware of it. Will you please, Miss
Brown, to explain yourself?”
Malvina felt as if her veins were
filled with molten fire instead of
blood; she would have given worlds
to escape the explanations that she
foresaw was coming. :
Leslie caught from the dainty ruf-
fled pocket of Miss Henderson’s silk
You never
And then she stopped.
“Oh, I dare say,” said Malvina, a
apron the note which had pierced
her heart like a sword, and extended
Her
And Leslie Brown, whose self- |
it to Mr. Lacy ere Malvina could
snatch it back. :
“This will be sufficient explana-
tion,” she said, haughtily. “The man
who can write such a letter as this to
one woman, while he is making love
to another, scarcely deserves the title
of gentleman.” ]
Mr. Lacy eyed the document with
amazement.
“I did write this letter,” said he;
“but it was to no woman. It was
written to Joe Thorneycroft.”
But Malvina Henderson did not
stay to await any further develop-
ments. Murmuring some incoherent
sentence about a forgotten engage-
ment, she darted back into the house,
and fifteen minutes afterward she had
and Montagu stroll past the win-
dows in all the radiant abstraction
from the outer world that belongs, of
right, to true lovers.
For Cupid had befriended his own,
and Malvina’s shallow plot had utter-
ly failed in breaking two hearts.—
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