Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1870-11-30
SeIfrteo Storp.
QUALITY HILL.

QOhLk HILLS
Woodstock sat in the middle of th,
18th her feet on the round OF tn,
nd her fingers in her ears.
70 to hear thunder well enough;
low hut what do. am not any
that. But be scarf of the light.
said she, starting as the heavens
yer with sheet of fame In instant
ith crash and roar that found its
,ugh her fat fingers, and through
IS of pink cotton, bursting on hel
the trump of doom.
y on me !" shrieked Mrs. Wood.
hat struck. Now you may rely on
70 as you're living creature, that
,offord s old sorrel horse. the only
reature in sight, made no reply,
on nibbling away at the white
the green before the door. He
led his back to the driving rain,
from west to east, so fast and SO
was more like bank of fog than
rops of water; and gave a passing
len the rainfall changed to hail,
led down in stones as large as
IS.
s. Woodcock was above the blind
he beast; so, pale and trembling,
sed her hands tighter over her
looked at spiders web in the
orner of the room as steadfastly
were sitting for her photograph.
lnder growled itself to sleep at
lightning flashed its life away,
IN broke out like q sudden smile
g face. Still the unconscious
dcock held on to her ears and
he spiders web until tie outer
flung open, and the choire-boy
n. He was a hempen-haired,
Keyed lad of fifteen, who was
f-witted or haif-crazed-possibly
lunt Prissy," he cried, "what are
ng Independence for, the day
tn? It has all come off clear as
and you are wasting your time
re like statute. You better
lg my pantaloons.
poke, a sudden sunbeam darted
le western window, and flashed
eoorner. e
9 isn't a cobweb right in my
quoth Mrs. Woodcock, deiber-
ing down her fingers and her
DING for a wing-a gray goose
hung by strip of red calico on
md the door.
You come, Orson? Where did
she continued, appearing to
he grinning boy.
lail struck everywhere, particu-
DIR. Seacrest's grape-vines. /
card as the thunder struck at all,
on some folks ears" returned
ho was mainly composed of a
rvergrown bare feet, blue cotton
oYeralls, a set of broad white
d weat 1er-beaten hat with wide
brim.
ion't mean to say the doctors
les are hurt essentially, do you +?
Mrs. Woodcock, deaf to the
ence as she had been to the thun-
t know nothing about no essen
,lied Orson, who was fond of long
1ut not clear as to their use. ''But
sll you one thing, though. You
ust to see the doctors new grape
} sets so much by. The tendons
ing grapes are fairly chewed to bits.
] don't expect five hundred dollars
would put it back to where it was
ago.
' you talk !" gasped Mrs. Wood
ho liked 10 have things happen,
worse they happened, the better
ID it. She was a kino-hearted soul,
to talk over was worth as
s her dinner.
it is so p she continued doubtfally.
and truly, Orson2 Now speak
b. just exactly as it is"
/ had as much idea of truth as he
geology.
M" said he, getting bolder. "The
said to me, Orson Larely," said he,
1n't have this Management done to
.onage, not if you had offered me
1dred dollar bill right in my hand.
en- he looked as sober as anything,
lked straight into the house. I saw
,aerest through the open window,
was crying like fury. You ought to
ook at it yourself, Aunt Prissy, if
1T believe me-" he continued, in an
ed tone.
Woodcock did not believe him en-
70 be sure, eut yet there might be
ing worth seeing; SO, after little
IN, she decided that it would be
% have dose Of salts and senna in
Sc, aud she might as well step up
and get it then as any
3 was no need for the grass to dry,
Woodcock's chocolate and the
alico, guiltless of panier and in.
of a trail, did not even brush the
'lantain leaves and the fairy speed
,ssoms bordering the we,i-trodden
h that led from her doorstep right
le world; and her heavy calf-skin
queaked to scorn the idea of "wet-
rough"
Ie tied on her log cabin sunbonnet
d q pert calico bow prospecting
g top, took her crooked handled
Ia, to act the double part of sup
md protector, and set out-not to
r fortune, but to seek somebody's
une.
way to DR.. Seacres,'s was across the
away from the black cotton mills,
Y the river; away from the street of
ute cottages. where the mill opera
ed; away from the commonplace,
~ dwellings clustering around the
the store, the blacksmith's shop,
post office; to bit of level slight
we'd from 1.-The Hollow" by a slep-
Here were scattered a group of
where the doctor, the mill owner,
lister, and two or three prosperous
lived. Lived, so the Hollow peo-
|, '.stuck up" and apart from their
r..
his aristocratic isolation was all the
the Hollow, for, as Mrs. Wood
.en said:
Is can choose their own place in the
Ii they have mind to hold up
eads and be something and some
icy can be, or they can be nobody
hing. Either one
rdingly She held up her head and
herself somebody, equally in the
o. Mary Duffy, the Irish laund-
speck Lane. at the lowest dip of
'lo2 and IN the parlor of the spa
mansion that crowned the brow of
y Hill"
Nv she went up the wide, flower
% walk / aiding to DIR. Seacrest's
doorway, with the assurance of a
le guest; and tapping confidently
open doos, stepped in with little
courtesy, IS much of respect to
a. OF difference to Mrs. Seaerest and
lighter Miriam, sitting sewing and
tranquil as though no storm had
ssed over either vineyard or spirit.
r me Is 1t you, Mrs. Woodcock ?
on startled me! Come in. We