Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1873-05-28

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with tears in her eyes.
Mamma" she asked, in a voice of dis
tress, what will Cousin Margaret think s''
"My DEAR" said Mrs Darrow, II don't
know what you mean. What should she
| think?"
II mean about this young man sitting
at our table and eating with us. It seems
some way to make us so common, and
Margaret is used to seeing everything
elegant about her"
| "Your cousin Margaret is wealthy, dear,
to be sure, but hope she is sensible
| girl. If this young gentleman were my
| son, think [ should be proud of him.
| Young gentleman! or exclaimed
| Jenny, 'an ordinary field hand!''
"Still you must admit that he knows
how to behave himself" Jenny pouted
Il do think while Cousin Margaret is
here we might eat by ourselves" she
| said
IF Cousin Margaret objects very de
cIdedly,0 said Mrs Darrow, smile curv-
ing the corners of her mouth, "Why, then
we'll see'
CPL ask her to object" said Jenny to
herself, triumphantly
Meantime, Jenny was as cold as ice to-
| ward the new conner. IF he asked her a
question, she answered him frigidlv In
no way could he make friends with her
His admiration for her sweet face and
pretty household ways was quite thrown
away. When he was present Jenny reso-
lutely declined to play or sing. 1t was
really very unladylike of her, but she did
not look at it in that light It hurt her
dignity to eat and sit with servant, and
she took no pains to inform herself with
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SO that the evenings when he was present
were spent in silence Mrs Darrow was
q great reader, and at last young Moulton
(that was the lads name) took a book or
paper as soon as the evening meal was
over. 1t was very unsocial, and Jenny
felt it sometimes, and really did try once
or twice to overcome her prejudice, but
perhaps he thought his time had come:
he was silent, or answered only in mono
syllables.
At last Miss Margaret arrived. She was
a beautiful woman, past thirty, accustom
ed, as Jenny had expressed it. to the ele-
gancies of wealth and refinement. Miss
Margaret was very fond and proud of her
cousin, and Jenny repaid her by strict
Difference to all her wishes, an implicit
belief and confidence in everything she
did and said. Jenny always gave up her
own pretty little room to her cousin, as
sisted her at her toilet if desired, and was
ready to chat, or sew by her side, read to
her, sing to her, and make the moments
fy pleasantly while she remained in their
smaller and more humble home.
There is one thing that you will think
dreadful, [ am sure" said Jenny, few
hours after the arrival, as they were talk
ing together little while before tea.
lit must be something very Serious"
responded her cousin, Judging from your
doleful countenance."
at as serious. Father has a farm hand
"a green boy, under twenty-and he sits
at the table with us''
"He does?'' echoed Miss Margaret, with
mild surprise
Eyes. | do wish papa had more pride"
'He is old-fashioned in his ideas, you
know"
"Of course he is; but he ought to res
pect the preIudices of the times; he ought
to think more of me than to allow such
thing. Don't you think SOP"
at depends great deal on what sort of
person the farm hand is, dear,n said Miss
Margaret, placidly shaping pink bow at
her neck. 'If he is uncouth, and dresses
badly, and talks coarsely, and eats with
his knife, should certainly wish him to
learn better manners before he sat down
with me-"
why, he's not exactly uncouth,'' said
Jenny, recalling the plain but keen face :;
me dresses we'll enough, [ suppose. I
never noticed very closely. AS to talking,
he hardly ever opens his mouth to speak,
and he never eats with his knife-of that
[ am certain
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drew on. She felt that she might have
been unjust, that her prejudice had car
rled her too far. She was not, therefore.
at all prepared for what did happen.
Enter Mr.. Darrow and young MouIton.
both quietly taking seats. Presently the
tea bell rings, and enter Miss Margaret,
peerlng round, as was her custom, for she
was little near-sighted.
Niece Margaret" said Mr. barrow, as
they gathered at the table, "allow me to
Introduce
"Why, Harry Moultonr' exclaimed
Miss Margaret, her face beaming. II
haven't seen you since last Commence
ment day. How came you HEREOF
Jenny looked on, with burning cheeks.
as the two met and shook hands like old
friends. What to make of the situation
she could not tell. Her hand trembled,
and she felt like crying. Surely, this was
the farm ''hand." Surely, that was her re-
fined and aristocratic cousin, Miss Mar
garet She looked from one to the other.
'How do you get on in Greek? and
when do you graduate?" asked Miss Mar
garet, laughing.
Il shall not graduate for year YETI
was the reply. "And as for Greek, why,
Prof. Tyson seems pleased with my pro
gress.''
'Well, I'd like to know who we've got
here?" said Farmer Darrow, his eyes
twinkling. GA chap from college rather
reckon. [ knew he was greenhorn-in
farming matters mean-by the looks of
his hands; but 1 didn't take him for a uni
versity student. Come, now, that's pretty
we'll"
II had the old trouble in my chest this
spring" said the hand as he turned to
Miss Margaret, land the doctor advised
me to try a little farming He said in
order that [ might have the full benefit
of the labor that [ ought to hire out. He
said it half in sport, | suppose, but the
notion pleased me, and I acted upon the
hint So here [ am
'And there's work in him." added