Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-09-09
i SITUATION.

She stood at the crossing of the vii
lage street just as the shower came
down. It had been rainy morning,
the drops fltering playfully through
the clouds, interspersed with dazzling
outbuIsts of sunshine, but now a pelt-
ing, merciless torrent rushed sharply
downward, gathering vehemence from
past delay. as ESSEN. He11 @-s
And there stood Bessy in the midst
of it, one pretty foot stretched doubt
fully outward to feel for stepping
stone amidst the torrent that swept
over the crossing. 50 r.,, ~
Quite by accident, of course, young
Brownley, dawdling at the depot, in
doubt whether to take the next train,
caught sight of this vision, as he
drumned with idle fingers on the gray
green panes of the waiting room. It
was quite an accident also, of course.
that IN a second after this ne was cross
ing the street little further up, armed
with big umbrella. AS Bessy, still
doubtful, glanced ruefully about to see
If she could reach the nearest tree, or
had better brave it out, the stranger.
picking his way through mud and wet,
stood by her side. .rs-~-.--eFr =.
Now we all know that it does not do
Tor woman to overstep conventional
limits she must keep it to the bars of
her gilded cage, and twitter happily be-
hind them. To allow gentleman to
speak to her without an introduction,
even II he we're on raft, while she
t1oated by. going politely to the bottom,
would be thing of, very doubtful
etiquette. But down came the shower,
and there stood Bessy without an 1 UNI.
xbrella. Under some circumstances, it
must be owned, conventionalism makes
a poor show beside ysavageism,, and
young BROMLEY, having more or less of
the savage lingering about him, profer-
ed his umbrella. 1t was promptly re-
ceivsd by the girl, who had evidently
far less regard for the proprieties Of
life than for her dripping dress. xx-T
oh, dear !" she said, 'I'it's COM
plesely spoiled, [ suppose. This is the
second time I've started out to see poor
little Tom, and been stopped by the
rain, [ hope it won't rain this way every
afternoon.
81 almost hope that it will said her
companion, glancing at the bright |
flushed face beside him. 81 always
carry an umbrella"
Now it must be confessed that this |
commendable prudence and foresight
had sprung up ID the young man with
IN the last ten minutes. But what of |
that? Reforms must begin at some
time, I presume.
[ have observed that, as a rule, most |
heroes of romance are well provided
for. They have lighter sphere of
troubles than the mere harrassment of
looking for bread and butter. And
right enough it should be SO, say I. It
is pity If we cannot have a place of
refuge, between book covers at least,
where the contemplate common place
OF life IS not thrown upon us. All hail
90 the heroes with rich uncles and old |
aunts, and good humored mole-eyed
grandmothers, and forthcoming lega-
cles In sorry [ can't place my hero |
among them but he's an intensely
everyday fellow, not fit for such high |
society. He hasn't even distant rela-
tive III india with one foot in the grave.
The fact IS, the youth had actually
come up to-Evansville looking for sit
uation IN the big country store of Van
der & Co., and what is more. he'd been
refused it.
But here, however, with the incor.
riglble hopefulness of youth, be walked