Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-02-03
4 STORY OF L VINAIGRETTE.

: Its not leavin aud Ireland I'm cryln
about
It's not leavin' my own native land,
But it's leavin' the arms of my Pellywog,
With never a kiss of her hand"
And so singing, Miss Jenny Van
Kortland, New York belle and beauty,
sat herself down upon rock, and
began trimming her companions light
summer hat very artistically with oak
leaves, poking an absurd twig in here
and there to render the effect, as she
expressed it, more "distjngue.
"Was Pollywog man OF a wo-
man?" asked the young gentleman,
whom you may call Tom Willing, if
you want to, and who lay at the girls
feet Watching her, and philosophically
chewing grass.
Goose Pollywog was woman, of
course, and her lover was obliged to
leave the country without bidding her
goodbye, 1 suppose, and he was awfully
in love with her, SO he was, which is
more than you will ever be with any
body-firt -
All" and Tom began on another
blade Of grass.
fsYes. Now sit up and let me put
your hat on. See how delightful it
looks. Sit up, sir Don't lie there
Like meditative sheep
Tom, thus admonished, lifted himself
to sitting position. 'You don't mean
to say you're going to make a fellow
wear that thing he said, gazing at the
hat, which now bore strong resem-
blance to sort of dininutive oak tree.
Certainly; and you ought to feel very
much obliged to Miss Van Kortland for
dressing it up 50 prettily, instead of
laughing at her in that ungrateful way. "
'sOh, I do; excessively so. Let me
see it a moment" and he held out his
hand
HsNo. I'm going to put it on your
head myself, and then you mustn't touch
it,"
Please let me look at it first. I'll only
admire it.
seYou can admire it in the glass when
you get home. Now hold your head
still. There! that looks oharming!"
cit feels like the DEUCE observed
Tom, rather ruefully.
Don't swear.
deuce ism t swearing, is it?''
Certainly. Now let's go up through
the woods and find out where the rest OF
the party is It must be almost time to
go home;" and IN spite of the young
nobleman's assertions that it was only
two o'clock, and that he was positive he
could never climb up the hill unless he
rested there another hour, Miss Jenny
drew her light shawl about her shout
ders, and taking Toms cane in one
hand, and her vinaigrette in the other
Certainly com bination of articles which
would never occur to any one but &
young woman), began to make her way
through the woods, up the incline.
But though the worthy daughter Of
the Van Kortlands was of an ambitious
and adventurous disposition, she hao
not succeeded In climbing many feet
above the level of the creek near which
they had been sitting before she came
TO a large rock, upon whose top she
fancied it would be well to rest while
say for five m1nutes-and IN clutch
ng rather frantically after a hemlocl
.bough, with which to assist herself to 8
tempting seat near by, the v1naigrette
dropped from her hand, and rolling
slowly and gcAcefully outward settled
itself, in the most contented manner
possible, on the very verge of the rock
GOOD gracious!" exclaimed the
young lady. 'sThere go my salts y
"There go what?" said her escort,
who was somewhat behind, and had not
noticed the little accident.
"My salts-my vinaigrette Oh
don't you see them-I mean fright
out there on the edge Of the rock-more
to the left-there !" and Miss Jenny
pointed ilnploringly out toward where
the article specified nestled under the
shade of a protecting fern.
"Ah yes, / recognize the piece OF