Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1872-11-06

happiness since you came here, Just a
year ago i! You have been the veriest
| slave, and everybody knows it but you
master and mistress-my father and
motber-the richest people in Drake
| land i"
The young mans voice was deep with
! bitter resentment of The wrong sustain
ed by the pale little woman, who could
not answer for the sobs in her throat,
that must be kept back now if posi-
bic, just as they had been many and
many time when her heart was break
ing slowly, and she way to womanly for
complaints. She leaned her elbow on
the wlndow-sill her cheek in her palm,
and in five minutes had conquered her
emotion.
" Pm glad, dear, you mentioned this, "
she said, rising and putting away her
work. "Pve been wanting to talk with
you long time about these things, and
YOU make it easy"
Her husband held out his hand, and
she went to him feebly, sat down on his
knee and hid her face in his bosom. A
long time she lay there quietly, he
stroking her hair fondly, and at last !:
=" What is it, Minnie?" " he asked,
softly.
Oh, it isn't MUCH" she answered &;
only-only-"
Only what :"
| hardly know just what; but [
don't want you ever to feel that you
ere to blame for anything It was my
misfortune, and no ones fault. that /
could not please your people,"
woman could that had any ambition,
or anything else but muscle! It's too
bad; and I've been a brute for keeping
you here so long "
"Don't dear! Don't ever thinA; such
thought! You did what you deemed
best. and how could you know what
good-for- nothing little girl you mar
ried 2"
She tried to smile, but the effort was
a failure; for her lips would culver
like grieved child S, and over the blue
of her eyes there crept mist of tears
that we're not voiceless-tears whose
story was little less than pain.
Her husbands arms clasped her more
closely, and his kisses were thick over
the blue-veined lids.
''I married an angel" he said, soft
ly, "and made of her a slave Don't
say [ didn't for Minnie had attempt
ed an impeachment. ''I suffered it to
be done by others. You've baked, and
scrubbed, and washed, and ironed, and
been found fault with continually for
not doing more or better; and you've
not been allowed the privileges of
common servant when the days labors
were over. If you have tried to be
happy in the old way, with your mu-
sic, you've been silenced at once; and
oh it's no use talking all that has
been. You have endured IN patience,
it has aged you, body and soul, and
it's all to end at once. We will go
somewhere and start anew. Let pros
poets drift whithersoever they will
the old ones, [ meant have youth,
and strength, and energy, and will
henceforth care for, as ] love my wife ~
g Minerva Minerva Motley My
eyes, ~
The young couple started to their
feet as Mrs. Morley swung into the
room, bearing a huge butter bowl.
which she set down on the table much
as if it were infected with small pox
C Here's this butter amt worked
over, an you bill1n' an cooin' as if
there warn't thing else to be done p
You'll make as big a fool of Epaphro-
ditus as you are, if let you"
The old lady was very angry, and her
voice sounded sharper than usual. She
hustled about, hither and thither, while
she talked, thtusting Minnie's guitar
into closet, tossing some fragrant
blossoms from vase in the window,
and making the little room as destitute
OF beauty as was in her power to make
lt-as she was always sure to do.
" [ forgot the butter, mother" Min
ME explained but I'll see to it at
once"
C No you won't, Minnie; no she
won't, mother. She is i'll enough to be
IN bed this minute and as for working
any more to-day, why it can t be-that's
all -
Mrs. Morley, the elder, had never
seen any one sufficiently venturesome
to brave her displeasure by obstinate
opposition to her plans, till she stood
face to face with her own son, that June
evening, which think she will remem-
Der through all eternity.
What she said [ cannot tell. A wild
storm of reproaches, of taunts, of ev-
erythlng terrible that conld issue from
coarse, fiery, passionate woman's soul,
fell over the young heads and into the
yoi g hearts of her children and the
ent Of it all was that Noel Blake's cot
tag roof sheltered at least one form
that night that would never pass again
over the threshold OF the new house on
the hill.
Through all the terrible hours of that
night, Clytle Blake bent over the couch
of her beloved friend, calming, com,
forting and sustaining her, and at
day-dawn new soul put on an earthly
guise, and freed soul entered into
Heaven.
" Where are you, darling - Minnie
whispered at the last. {" L cannot see
you"
And the young husband lifted the
white face to his bosom, saying:
Here, my pet-my poor little girl.
There lie still on my bosom, dear p
You are better now"
Better o. The low voice was sweet
as seraph's. A smile broke like sun
light over the pallid face. ''Better ~
she repeated. Yes for [ am going
where there will be no death, neither
sorrow nor crying; neither shall there
be any more pain-for the former
things have passed away"
=" But not yet, darling. You will live
great many years for my sake and the
child's."
" Hush, man ! Don't you see she is
dying ~
The physicians voice was earnest
but tender, and he tried to take the
poor head of her whose earthly mo-
ments were numbered-tried to take it
gently from its old, happy place, and
lay it on the pillow but she spoke,
pleadingly:
g Let me be, please let me be. Iwant
to have the Father take me from your
own bosom to His own
Minnie {! Minnie |" moaned the