Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-08-19

who considered himself the most fas-s
cinating man in the United States, sat
waiting for her. = 50
There was no harm in going down.
It was only right to go; but Satan,
they say, is always on the lookout for
& ones weak moments; and it seems
likely that he sent Mr.. Waldo in the
nick of time. Roses vanity had been
stung, and she was anxious to prove to
herself that she had not lost her power
of fascination. She proved it con-
clusively that evening.
Nothing was said, nothing was done
that Mrs. Grlndy could object to; but
there are smiles that make the heart of
a lady-killer hutter, and other smiles
that put him at distance by their very
graciousness. Formerly Mrs. Winner
had given Mr.. Waldo these latter
smiles. !. Tonight she gave him the
former. So that he dared to hold her
hand little longer than he had ever
done before in parting, and to say
softly: es
"May I call again very soon? as I
hate to think of your being lonely"
For she had told him-yes, she had
indeed-that "Mr Winner was forever
shut up in his study, and that she
fancied she should die of ennui some
day." Which was true enough, but an
unwise statement for a pretty young
wife to make to Waldo. @" BIB
Them flushed, and with a certain
sense Of guilt upon her.. she glided
past the study door, and was really
sound asleep, when weary looking
man opened it, and went, without his
slippers, up the stairs, and bending
over her, said to himself, ''Little
darling, little darling, may heaven
bless you" and would not kiss her lest
he should disturb her slumber.
If he only had kissed her, it would
have been much better, after all. For,
as it was, she said nothing of Waldo's
call next morning. sd5 oad9~ 5hl8 p
Demonstrative people have credit for
all their emotions undemonstrative
people may feel as much, and no one
guesses it. aiaas az 2B.gaWst 81 a3aas-s
Mr. Winner seldom said much about
! his affection for his wife, and now that
he had taken this odd way of shutting
himself up every evening, she doubted
its existence, and grew cold in her own
manner. .nsf -aaH I'd
There was never any quarrel. She
never reproached him-pride forbade
that-but there seemed to be frost in
her smile and ice in her words. She
maant that there should be. When he
said, so very soon after dinner, '"'And
/ now for my French, Rosy" she would
say nothing, but, somehow, fndlan ex-
cuses for evading the kiss with which at
first he always left her. "What are
formal kisses worth?'' she said to her
SELF" if he dislikes my society ?"uAnd
1T very soon came to pass that, after
this, she would put roses in her black
hair and in her bosom, and watch, with
flushed cheeks, at her window for Mr..
| Waldos coming. 1 ~ 50
She was not in love with him-she
was in love. with her husband; but her
husband had awakened her Jealous
wrath, and this young man tickled her
vanity" @<L9a 5Ha' 81. u" 10 -'sa 'a2
He came to her side so often, leaving
for hor sake darling girls who courted
/ him. He made her delicate eompli-
ments, he looked at her so. In word,
he seemed to be in love with her, and
it was a triumph. 81 -'-.ss. laN.#
All, if women quite understood the
vanities Of men, and knew also that
when they have. succeeded, or think
they have, in touching a wife's heart,
they feel far more contempt than
love for so weak acreature, who forgets
honor SO far that it no longer becomes
/ dishonorable for them to kiss and tell.
The coolest salutation that honest hus-
band ever gave his wife is really worth
more than the finest fattery another
man can whisper to her. 800.
. And Winner did not guess at what
was going on. She wanted him to
know, that she might. rack his heart
with jealous pangs but she dared not
let him know.
Maggie, the maid, had quite a mys-
terious air now when she brought Wal
dos card, and once she had whispered:
But [ heard themaster stir, ma am,
as if he was coming down"
And Rose had flushed and asked her
why she said that, but Maggie made no
answer. 5r.a.t a-
II haven't lived with fashionable
ladies Sc long not to know when a hint
WILL Sou Uo a PicooAo, SIZE Sdlu W her
self as her mistress left the room. And
there were thoughts in her heart that
would have made Rose Winner faint
with shame had she guessed them for
all her hope was that her husband might
know others then coveted the prize he
did not value. E L-t ~
Still, night after night, that door was
locked. Still, in the small hours of the
morning, the husband crept to his brief
rest. The days were passed at business,
and though the man strove to be genial
when the pair were together, the woman
refused to meet him halfway. A wom-
an who considers herself insulted has
no power over herself. It was not pos
sible to Rose to chat and laugh. She
was too much Of a lady to quarrel, she
simply froze. -.eE
It was bright day in spring. The
fruit trees were all blossoming. It was
beautiful out Of doors but in her
suburban home, Rose Winner sat sadly
at the window admiring nothing. Every