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

"I)m afraid you are tired" said honest
BERTHE looking compassionately at Sid
ney,s ashen pale face, and wandering that
ne had not before noticed how colcrless
it was .a
CA little tired" stammergd Colonel
| Iemplar, feeling the hot blood rush to his
brow once more. S'But no matter-don't
let me detain you: [ believe you said
! the rent vas" eHsaa 80
"Rent? I haven't the least idea. I
believe It's either one hundred or eighty,
or perhaps sixty. [ know we paid ffty,
but the landlord Is going to raise If. and
aarlon and I are thinking of furnished
cottage IN the country-somewhere."
| "Marion's husband is not man of
business" thought Sidney.
"Marion's husband!' How,,th word
cut to his heart.
| "Well, I'll ask Marion-she knows
said Herbert. "Now, then, I'll take you
down into the lower department"
| Oh, BERTHE, BERTHE, had you already b 4
come obvious Of the word of caution
heaped on your luckless ears? f
Pretty Marion, screwing the top5on to
one OF her spice boxes heard the advanc-
ing OF footsteps with a sudden thrill of
apprehension.
"lt can't be possible that that goose
bertle has forgotten what I told him"
she thought. "He has, though. as sure
as the sum is shining, and I'm caught"
Marion dropped her box of fragrant
all-spice, and looked with wide open eyes
OF dlsmay at her bib apron.
"They are coming" she sta1nmered,
turning alternately led and white.
"There's no help for it. I shall have to
hide IN the preserve closet"
And our little heroine, igno1niniously
taking refuge in fight, ran lightly across
the kitchen floor and hid herself among
preserved Strawberries, East India ginger,
ana glmmering jars Of cherries.
'If L don't lecture BERTHE" said Mar
lon, setting her little white teeth together
like belligerent pearls, as the two gentle
men came into the kitchen; and she heard
their voices discussing the relative merits
| Of stoves and ran ges.
"By the way" said Herbert, suddenly
81 believe there are some nice closets
down here, at least Marion says so, and
-hullo! the door seems to stick p'
He gave it a jerk. Marion's two hands
held resolutely on the door knob on the
other side. Another resolute pull, full
of well-d1rected energy, and the two little
hands succombed @.5
The door few open.
| BERTHE staggered back into the middle
of the room and Marion stood there among
the preserves, wofally confused; yet
laughing withal, like marvelously pret
y mouse in novel species of trap.
-'Oh, BERTHE, Bertie, -
She stopped suddenly as her shy
glance met the eyes of the tall stranger.
She stopped in the middle of the floor.
checked in her instinct Of flight by some
still stronger instinct, and blushing like
pink mossrose down TO the very tips Of
her tapery foury fingers that were SO
tightly interlaced, while the blue eyes,
half hidden by their white lids, were full
of sparkling tears, and the mouth was
breaking into tremulous smile; for Mar
ion did not know whether she most want
ed to laugh or cry
Sidney, oh, Sidney"
He bowed gra7elY.
"Until you introduce me to you hus-
band, Marion scarcely know by what
name to address you -
"My husband?" repeated Marion. Won
deringly following the direction Of Sid
ney Templar's eye. "Oh, you mean Ber.
tie! but he isn't my husband-he's my
brother! Herbert, this is Colonel TEN
plar, who fought SO bravely.n
| Marion s face lighted up as she spoke;
she had forgotten all about the preserve
closet and the bib apron now
Colonel Templcr, I'm glad to shake
hands with you," said straightforward
! BERTHE. "Marion has talked about YOU
many and many time-ay, and cried,
too, when she talked Of YOU
j "BertieY'
4 Now she oolored indeed; deep, deep
crimson, like the red hearted pomegran-
ate blossom opening under tropical skies
:. "But your husband, Marion?"
BERTHE Caryl broke into genial laugh
"What fellows you soldiers are for
sticking to one idea. Our Marion isn't
married!7
"Not married! Oh, Marion!''
;. He took her hand and looked wistfully
into her eyes
4 "Narion, we were very foolish once,
but / think we are both wiser now"
She did not raise her long lashes, and
he went on.
"But, Marion. the crippled. war worn
| soldier dare not ask the question that she
Hover would have DIaaded 90 earnestly