Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-12-29

I'm afraid I'm not strong minded.
There I shall bore you to death, Mr..
Royburne, there are some folks who
have no mercy on listener; but some
how felt like talking about myself to-
night"
And I feel like hearing about your
self to. night. Pray go on; love affair
is like an air of Mozart's, always sweet
to listen to-"
"Mine wasn't sweet to live through,
I promise you. You see, I'd been left
alone in the world, with trihe of
money, not enough to keep me without
work; that is to say, there was Aunt
Huldah, rich and alive, but I'd no ex-
pectations from her, and would to
Heaven I'd no realizations Well, 1
wasn't quick enough to teach, and had
no knack for millinery or mant"'-- max
ing, and the hundred other employ
ments women turn their hands to now
adays were unknown and untried by
them then; so J put the little I had
into boarding house. | didn't live
about here TT shat time-you see, it's
an old craft with mel lived in the
western part of the state, at Croftford. "
g Croftford!' echoed Mr.. Royburne,
STOPPING to pick up the bow he had let
fall.
eyes. You have been there9 It's
thought a pretty place of its size. The
house I kept looked out on the Mall,
where young folks went walking arm
in arm in tho long summer evenings,
and sometimes the band played-such
tunes ! They don't seem like the same
thing nowadays. Oh, don't you feel
well tonight, Mr.. Royburne ?" she
| asked, picking up stitch in her knit
ting.
GAS usual, thank you,s Mrs. Dunn. %
Things come on so suddenly at
times,' she apologized. 81 thought
you must be going to have an i'll turn
just now. You look quite CHASTITY, up
on my word. Are you quite sure that
you feel all right?''
cit was nothing, believe me-nothing
more than twinge of rheumatism,
that one must expect at nay age"
''Oh +! where was I? You gave me
such start, / assure you"
'sThe young people were walking arm
in arm on the Mall, and the band was
playing" giving her the cue.
sob yes, thanks, I'd been in the
business about year when he came
across my path. l dare say it's silly for
me, with my gray hairs and crows-feet,
but sometimes of spring morning,
when I open my window and the fresh
fragrance steals upon me, find myself
forgetting my years and expecting him,
just as used to; and when come to
my senses presently, all the day seems
vacant at my heels, and the spring sun
is behind a cloud. I don't suppose
you can understand such nonsense.
"You don't know me" said her list
ener, turning his back upon her to snuff
the candles
"He wasn't one of my boarders, you
you,1 she continued, "but he was init
mate with some of them, and as familiar
In the house as need be, coming to dine
and to lunch when it pleased him, till
he knew the lay of the land as well as
if it belonged to him. That was long
before / knew that he cared OF thought
of me, for though my glass told me [
wasn't H-looking-it has given over
telling fattering tales nowadays-yet
I'd never thought much about love and
that sort of thing, being practical
body. and too busy to NEEDLE with
things I wasn't called on to worry
about. He got into the way, when his
friends were out, of knocking at the
door Of my private parlor, and dropping
in till they came home, as matter of
convenience, I naturally supposed, be
cause public parlors are dreary places
to wait in at the best, and he was one
of those men, I'd noticed, who love
luxury and prettiness desperately. But
one night, when the moon was up, ana
the band was playing out on the Mall
'The Girl I left behird me, and I was
leaning out Of the window, after casting
up my accounts for the day and giving
orders for Breakfast, watching the love
sick people strolling about by twos and
stopping to kiss each other in the
shadow of the elms-somebody tossed
handful of cinnamon roses up at my
window. OF all the roses that June blows
that little ld-fashioned cinnamon rose
is the most fragrant to me; and it was
he, calling to me to. come down and
walk; and I went down, too rapidly
perhaps, and we walked through half a
dozen tunes-such tunes as seemed
like the music of the spheres with yari-.
atoms. Sometimes when I've been
passing YOUR room, Mr.. Royburne,