Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-07-15

SltlOn revealed as she STOOD ABOVE MIN. |
Running some yards down the bank,
he stepped out upon an old willow
which protruded over the stream, and
waited in the hope that the current
would bring the hat within his reach.
He was not disappointed, and IN a few
minutes more he was again on terra
frma with his prize.
Unjust make friends with this young
person." he thought, as he carefully
dries the dripping featherwith hishand
kerchief.
The fair stranger had watched his eff
forts from her elevated post, and smiled
sweetly upon him as he climbed the
bank with his recovered treasure. She
had evidently been sketching, for her
materials were scattered in picturesque
confusion around her.
81 hope it's not much damaged"
said Tom, as he looked rather ruefully
at the result of his manipulations.
Tim afraid The feather is in bad way"
ooh, it doesn't matter in the least,
thanks How kind of you to take SO
much trouble. But for you I must have
walked home bareheaded."
CT wouldn't put it on just yet, Tom
said. LET it lie in the sun little and
dry while you so on with your work.
but suppose it starts otfagain when
there's no one to recover it for me % she
suggested.
"Let me guard it then, and you can
work IN peace. You are sketching, [
see; may look?" ....-
"Oh, yes; but it's miserable fail
ure, I'm afraid, she said, laughing, as
she handed it to him. Tom examined
it, and being bit Of an amateur him
self, proceeded to criticise, and finally
to instruct He found this girl very
charming; she seemed SO delightfully."-
free from all conventionality, without
at all resembling his bette nOir, the fast
girl.
They grew quite confidential as the
lesson proceeded, and were amazed
when, on consulting their watches, they
discovered that it was half past six.
CT must fly" she said, "or [ shall
be late for dinner, and Sir John can't
stand that"
"Have you to go far?' asked Tom
craftily. .-z
"About mile. I'm staying at New
lands. Goodbye. No, I can carry
them, thanks I couldn't think of
troubling you any more. Goodbye"
and she was off.
Tom went to his room, thinking a
good deal about his new friend, won.
dering where the charms lay which, even
more than her beauty, had fascinated
him. "Perhaps it's her Dress" he
thought; {" she dressed better than any
woman I ever saw and then her boots p
Here he lit cigar and fell into dream
about the said boots. and about the lit
tie white hand which had worked SO in
dustriously and confdingly under the
direction Of his big brown paw. All
the next day he wandered by the river,
but she came not. That evening he
was restless and ill-tempered with his
hostess and every one who approached
him.
The day after he was more fortunate.
She was sitting in the old spot, and
greeted him smiling.
"You're just in time" she said.
Look at my tree, isn't it like those bright
green caulihowers you see in the pickle
bottles?'' b..
Tom sat down to work on the refrac-
tory tree, while she watched him.
''I say" said she at last, "isn't this
! dreadfully improper?''
. Which, said Tom, working away
vigorously. .t.....-......
"Why, you and me, she replied I'm.
dramatically. "We've never been
introduced, and I don't in the least
know who you are or anything about
you. Lady Turnbull would have fl
if she knew it.
"Let me introduce myself" said
Tom laughing. "My name is Luttrell
Tom Luttrell, or, if you prefer it,
Thomas Cursor Alvanley Luttren.' y
If she had not been sitting behind
him Tom must have noticed the blush
which spread over her face at this an.
nouncement. After a pause she said
slowly.
$50 you're Tom Luttrell %
eyes," said he, looking up. "What
do you know of me?'
"There is young lady at Newlands
who is a great friend of mine, she has
told me about you"
"Indeed! And what's her name?'
s'Miss Leigh-Nellie Leigh"
It was Toms turn to blush now.
Miss Leigh he repeated. "Good
heaven you don't mean to say that she
is in the neighborhood?
"You don't seem very fond Of her, -
she said, quietly.
Tom painted viciously. 'I hate fast
girls" he said, at last.
Chow do you know she's fast? You
never saw her,
81 have heard about her % Tom
said, gloomily.
"What have you heard about her?'
demanded his companion, sharply.
; "Why, there was Ernest Browne he
met her little while ago. She talked
along the whole time to him, and-and
swore,-I think he said, and wanted to
smoke. Then Tiverton told me she
was the best hand at quoting Artemus
: Ward he ever heard. Bah hate a
} girl that quotes Artemus Ward y and
I Tom switched viciously at the dande.
lions with his cane.
His companion watched him with 6