Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-12-30

business to takes any one else to the
May dance when I couldn't go. [
shouldn't wonder if he's gone down to
Sarah Anderson's now. They will be
engaged the next thing, and she'll crow
over me finely. He'll try to make me
jealous here Nancy had fit of cry
ing.
ssSee if I won't make him jealous
frst.!"
The way she would do it became ap-
parent the next afternoon, when, dressed
in a jaunty blue suit that set off well
her creamy complexion, dark curls, and
tinted cheeks, she started for the vii
lage. The dainty blue parasol was
lowered little as she came to the pre-
tentious block of buildings opposite the
hotel, upon one of which hung the sign:
cdr. Mills Gray. Office hours from to
10 A. NJ, and from to 5P. M" But
the face of the building was blank, and
the office curtains lowered, SO with an
impatient exclamation under her breath,
Nancy went on to the postoffice, where,
getting no letter, she turned discon-
tentedly toward home.
The fates forbade her. She had not
accomplished quarter of the distance
before the light roll of wheels made her
turn her head and start perceptibly
In a moment more, young DIR. Gray,
whose natty top buggy was the envy of
all the men, and whose fascinating
smile had won the hearts of all the
women, had drawn up his horse at her
side, had leaped to the ground, and
asked her eagerly
Miss Evans, may have the pleas
ure of driving you homer"
The color frightened in Nancy's
cheeks, the light danced in her eyes, as
she assented with a charming smile; and
in moment they were bowling along
the road, and the blue ribbons were
blown against the doctors broadcloth.
DR.. Gray was young handsome and
not deficient in brains, with pocket
money enough to prevent him from
being tragically in earnest in his profess
sion, aad very much in love with the
coquettish bit of womanhood by his
side. AS for Nancy, she was little
afraid of the grey eyes that could be
quizzical as well as admiring, and of
the smiles that sometimes curled the
corners of the black mustache But
Nancy was minus lover just then, the
doctor was quite "catch," and so she
laughed and chatted as the bay horse
trotted along.
The farm house came in sight too
soon, and the doctor stopped midway
in speech to enquire:
"Won't you take longer ride? It's
such a beautiful afternoon!"
Nancy demurred, as in duty bound.
"I-don't know. guess it must be
most tea time"
The doctor laughed, and held his
watch before her. It was precisely
four.
"Oh, well, then," began Nancy,
somewhat confused "But arn't these
your Office hours ?"
Confound my Office hours !" COM
mented the doctor to himself. Aloud
he said: I'm sometimes obliged to
break through my Office hours. I'm
going now to see a-patient on the out
skirts of the town." So they drove on.
The "patient could not have been
In a critical state. The doctor leaning
back In the carriage, let the reins lie
loosely on the horses back as they
passed slowly through shady ,Food-roads
smelling of pines, while the warm
breezes iuttered light curls across
Nancy's arch black eyes and blue silk
parasol had to be held up to keep the
sun from her rosebud of a face. The
doctor had a lurking fear that Nancy
was rustic and ignorant, but ali! she
was so pretty!
How far they rode in this lazy way,
wholly wrapt in conversation, is not
known. How far they would have rid
den is not certain, if Nancy had not sent
a mischievous glance straight into the
gray eyes, and inquired:
"Why, where does that patient of
yours ive?"
The doctor laughed frankly, coloring
nevertheless.
CT see you understand the ways
that are dark and the tricks that are
vain,' pretty well, Miss Nancy. And
now don't dare to tell you what I was
going to before you spoke"
What was it 2" queried Nancy, Gu
rious and conscious.
cit was, said the doctor, bending
his own face closer to the curl-shaded
one at his side, :" that I wish [ had the
w Mp JOu WILL LILO dlWdyS.
Miss Nancy, well, look at me-wil you
let me %
It was well that the doctor did not
guess why, amid Nancy's bright
bushes, her lips quivered and her eyes
filed with tears. She had made up her
mind to accept the doctor, but in this
decisive moment the thought of John
Armitage sent a pang, cruel in intensity
through her heart. Then came the
memory Of their yesterdays quarrel,
and Nancy faltered with a struggling
smile.
CT don't know"
She did know, when in the late twi-
light she and the doctor walked together
into the dusky sitting room at home,
where her father was dozi, and her
mother knitting, to ask th, il consent
and their blessing.
ssDear me- said the good father,
rubbing his eyes. Two such pieces
of news in one days GURUS hereabouts.
I heerd on y an hour since that Johnnie
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