Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1867-07-31

ton to the first eligible residences in his
pocket book. 80 ~
"No. --- street; here's the very
place. Wants painting badly on-the ont
side, but may present more promising
appearance within At all events we viii
Try"
I He rang the bell, and brief skirmish-
ing Of servants in the hall, faded lady,
in dyed silk, and hair in crimping. pins,
appeared. aaL ~ E5
''Is this house to let, madam ?" inquir-
ed our Colonel deferentially. SIS
swell, yes, it's to let, but you can
see it now" led at3 a. sg
"Can't see it now ?'
"No," snarled the lady, vindicti7ely
"Hours are between two and four"
"I'n quite sure the female in the
orimping pins is an old maid" decided
the Colonel, mentally, "and I think she
must have breakfasted off broken glass
and canabric needles I wonder if the
people at No. ILL., street will be
any more affable p @ lis a
A pretty blue-eyed woman, in a torn
wrapper, and slippers down at the heel,
answered the door bell v5.
"Can I see this house z" meekly cues
toned Colonel Templar.
"Could you call again in about an
hour?" asked the blue-eyed one. "My
husband is out, and we've been SO trubled
with thieves and respectable looking
agents who carried keys with 'em, that"
ooh, beg your pardon. Under the cir
cumstances I will not intrude," said Col
onel Templar with a comic elevation of
his eyebrows. perhaps, however, you
will be good enough to observe that [
leave the door-mat behind me, quite safe. 2
The blue eyed lady looked after Colo
mel Templar as he strobe away, with a
puzzled face"
''It's as well didn't let him come in, "
was her internal comment. "He looks as
if he might be little orazed."
While Colonel Templar stroked his
mustache and pondered obviously within
himself:
"I wonder if do look like rogue"
Herbert Bertle don't your hear
the doorbell =? Bertie, say!p
The gentleman apostrophized as "Ber-
tie" was sitting at an old-fashioned ma
hogany desk, absorbed in pile Of blotted
manuscript, with dishevelled hair, and
middle finger deeply stained with ink
evidently a young author, very much in
love with his profession. Directly be-
foro him stood the speaker, a young lady
of twenty three or thereabouts.
She was exceedingly pretty, with the
innocent, dimpled beauty of a white kit
ten or a pet rabit; biue-eyed, with a
complexion where faint roses seemed to
glow through the transparent skin, and a
mouth like dash of scarletvelvet. While
her lovely hair was fastened straight
back, in a great lustrous twist. En- DIS
ha65z5e, evidently, but quite pretty enough
to excuse all defects Of four-sprinkled
hands, and hair half loose.
door bell Z" repeated the young man,
starting vacantly.
Yes; some one to see the house, I
suppose, and such figure. Do, please
go to the door, BERTHE there's jewel
Mary has gone to the grocer's, and see
what a state I'm in"
She held up both dimpled hands, anc
nodded archly in the glass at a huge
doury patch on the peach-bloom cheek.
'There it goes again! Do make haste
BERTHE, and on your life, don't show any
one in the kitchen. Tell 'em its gen
of little kitchen, but don't let 'em in
for the cake is half made, the bread hal
baked, and I'm half distracted, and tht
rolling pin, and spice-boxes, and gg-beat
| ers are all lying around loose, and-there'
And the young lady expedited matters
with push that left FIVE white dots from
her five finger ends on the back of Mr.
Herbert's cashmere dressing gown.
''The dear, absent-minded gooseW shs
pondered as she futtered down stairs int,
the kitchen eff there's any mistake tt
be made he'll be sure to make it. Th
older the more absent-minded be grow
I do believe"
"Why, yes, this house is to let" said
Mr.. BERTHE, in answer to the courteous in
quiry Of the tall stranger. "And I sup
pose you want to look at it?"
Colonel Templar smiled.
Il should like to inspect the rooms
that is, if it's quite convenient"
"Oh, qulte-walk in. This is the hall
and-T believe those are the stairs, and
oh! here are the parlors."
Sidney Templar glanced carelessl.,
around the lofty rooms, thinking the.
would suit his ambitious little cousin yer.
well, when suddenly a portrait hangin!
over the carved marble mantelpieot
| caught his eye,
"Marion Carv1p'