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

two houses for four of US, when oul
interests are one, two. At any rate,
can't offend him, and must reconcile
her in some way"
So Mlnnle's fate was fixed for her,
and when the June roses were in bios
som, her husband took her to live with
him and the old folks in the new house
on the hill.
Poor little Minnie She had been
reared 50 tender1y, had been loved and
petted always Her voice had led the
choir in the village of her birth for five
years prior to her marriage, and no
fingers ever walked such melody from
the old church organ as did hers.
She had listened quietly to avowals
of love made by the students of Glad
stone College, from which the seniors
down to the prosecuted freshmen
quietly, and with the deepest Of her
heart unstirred-until young Morley
entered the list of aspirants for the
horror of her hand, and was crowned
victor in the June that quickly follow
ed. Nobody wondered at her choice
The favored student was young, hand
some, and of good address and though
rumor had accredited to him larger
expectations" than were ever to be
realized, he was able to support wife
in much more than comfort-and his
little wife loved him so.
There is no reason why they may
not be as happy as two chip-birds," The
country folks said. "No reason at all,
for they're just suited to each other
unless the old folks"
s'And what of the old people, Hal
ly?' Mrs. Blake inquired, when her
husband was repeating the gossip of
the neighbors.
"Nothlng-only they're so hard,
cold and selfish"
''And to be Fhard, cold and selfish is
nothing only?' Why, HaIly"
Mrs. Blake sat down on her hus-
bands knee, put one arm around his
neck, and kissed him till the sad look
in his eyes gave place to one of tender
JOY.
"Now tell me all about them, y" she
! said. {" Tn as tired as a harvester,
and just in mood to be humored."
ssI wish you wouldn't work so hard,
Cly.n
Mr.. Blake shook his handsome head
ominously. ...
"You1l be an old woman before
your time and I've mind to put pen,
ink and paper under lock and key for
three months at least.
''And-let me see in three months
could plot new book famously, with
pencil, on the white wall of the best
room It's no use, Hally, to burden
the wings of genius. 1t will soar
spite of all the fetters, till she put
her bright face close to her husbands,
and added, i'll a low wnisper-'' the new
farm is paid for"
''And that Will be in October. Won't
We have rest-spell then, you and [,
little poet 2 +" -i-a
Yes /; and take toaOea' to the moon,
maybe. But now [ want to know about
the MorIeys. Tell me everything you
know-there's good fellow"
8" can do that in an incredibly short
space of time, for [ know I've the best
wife in the universe, and that I'm the
hush bush Did you see the
bride! Do you think they'll love her,
Hally
eyes, I saw her; and yes, I think
they'll love her IN their aO0y. But their
estimate of her worth will be either
high or low, according to the much or
little of household labor she can per-
form, and their love for her-such as it
is-will ebb or flow with the increase
or decrease of her physical fitness for
the hardest kind of drudgery.
g But they keep help. don't they?"
"The old lady had little chore
| girl but / am told she was discharged
when the bride came in, III opposition
to young Morley's wishes, too. Fact
of the whole business is, he was very
foolish fellow to take his wife there in
the first place. She doesn't look strong,
and she'll break down in less than
year. s..
"Oh, hope not! ="
Mr.. Blake's words had awakened
lively fear in the great heart of the
woman, whose name was known and
loved in every town and hamlet in the
land, and her voice was full of sorrow
for the stranger, who had come in her
youth and beauty, and in the Joy OF
"Love's Young Dream" to the new
house on Jhe hill
q wish not; but [ see little room
for hope, knowing the old people as [
do, and have from boyhood," her hus-
band replied. "You1l call on hers"
Mrs. Blake hesitated, but only for a
moment.
Yes I'll call on her-poor little
bride [ can't afford to be very social
you know; but there shall be no ex-
/ ceptlon to my general rule in this in
stance!
That's my good little Clytie.
There's the bell. And if you are tired
as one harvester, [ am hungry as two."
Mrs. Blake smoothed her husbands
hair with her slender, white fingers, ar
ranged his neck-tie for the displace-
ment of which she alone was RESPONSE
bic, and then the little /" writing room"
was deserted, and the woman who
didn't "earn her SALT" was presiding
with grace and dignity over the urn of
the tea-table, making with word and
look, and way, assurance doubly
sure, " in the mind of her husband,
that he was the happiest of all men
under the sun.
x
Won't you sing me one of the old
songs, Minnie? 1t seems an age since
I heard them, and there is no one to be
annoyed now"
Young Mrs. Morley looked up quick
ly from the bit of ruffiing in her hand,
and there was almost a child's eager
ness III her voice, that was sweeter than
a child's. asa-
"Oh. may [? Where is mother !"
she asked aa s-f
"She and father have gone to look
after the lame colt in the south pasture.
Minnie" the young mans tone chang
ed suddenly this life is killing you,
and it must come to an end. You are
white as ghost, and no marvel But
I've tried to shield you. God knows I
have! IF [ had dreamed it could come
to this, [ would have sacrificed every
hope Of my heart before [ would have
made you my wife. .
F'But [ wanted to be your wife, dear