Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1870-10-12
VOL. X.

ing with her parasol, in the satlf; tho word
HERBERT
dis first impulse was to snatch her to his
afnss. He was loved then! Mrs. Maxwell
! had been right
But he restrained himself, waiting, will
pated breath, to Zee That she would dc
next.
..'She did nothing for o moment. Then
she aighea, and went on tracing slowly 9th
er words. They we're HERPEk,t I LOVE you
sHastings could ntrol himself no long
er. His cigar had Long been out, though
retained mechanically. He now flung il
away, and, STOPPING over, caught Kate's
face IN his hands, and kissed her full Oh
har ripe iipB.
''She sprsng up with haIf sGreaptf, and
turned to face him angrily, for she did not
realize for a moment who it was. But,
when sherecognized her lover, she blush,
ed ove- throat, ;ahees and brow even, she
hid her pretty IaGe with toth hsr hands and
would have run away, if Herbert had i.ot
been too quick for her.
Darling" he whispered, casping her
IN his arms, anaSdrawing her to him, ''God
bless you-for Eoss words! | had come to
ltrysnfy fate opeFmoie. Say that dear con-
fessIon over apk.a. ~.
Kate was silent for a ssniie. sut his earn
estness soon dried her tears, and made her
forget her monentary shame.
BY and by sho looked up ss.ioiIy, and
aueweted,
"Weil, listenefs, they saY, never heard
good of themselves, and il i'm suSn q Eirt
as; Mrs. Maxwell tells ME I am, you haven t
mitch d; q bargain. There, that will do?"
''Then you do lore 1ne7" insisted Her
bert, eager to hear, in her own sweet az
cents, the acknowledgment.
Kate's eyes were now full of mischief
''What is written on the sand, YOU know,
is the samise for woman's fckleness."
But even as she spoke hef eyes Lost iheir
saucy look, and gazed at him with such
love that Herbert took her in his arms aud
kissed her repeatedly; and | am afraid if
the truth must be told, that Kate, after p
while, kissed him In return
What a happy hour it was that followed.
The lovers passed up and down the ,strsn !,
far cut Of sight of any intruders, .exchan8
ing confessions as to when thev first began
to be interested in eacn oanSS1e..
All? that first hour of mutually acknowi-
edged affection. Is there anything in life,
ever after, half or quarter SO hlissful?
Mrs. Maxwell happened to be standing
in the piazza of the hotel. as Hastings atll
Kate returned, to ward dinner tine ariii-in-
arm. She understood all at a glance, but
could not forbear q little raillery.
''Ahl you're back again, Mr.. Hastings"
she said. 81 thought you'd such inpsr-
ative business in New York, that, if you
didn't get there to-day, the world would
come TO an end. And you, Kate, my dear
you said you had dreadful headache.
Will walking in the sun cure it, child?-
Bless me; how red yotr cheeks arei Really,
you mist use some glycerine. Do you
know what gl36erine is, NJ. Hastings? You
really donfi YFell, we'll" with an arch
smile at Kate, you'll find cut now, 6ooh
enough"
Kate staid to hear no more OF this badi-
mage. Taking her arm hastily from Her
bert's, though not without a last look OF
love, she fed up the staircase like fright
ened deer.
Mrs. Maxwell laughed softly and watch
ed Kate till she was out of sight. Then
she turned to Hastings.
Il congratulate you,' she said, pressing
his hand warmly. You've won q real
treasure. So much, too, for taking an old
Woman's advice"
81 wish all old women, as you call Their,
were as beautiful and kind as one know, s
answered Herbert, gallantly kissing her
hand.
But how did it all come about?'
''Ah! that's my secret" answered Her.
bert
And to this day he has never BETRAYED
Kate. Only no and she know in what way
she made her UNCONSCIOUS CONFESSION.