Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-09-01

| 'Of course she is. She is ALWAYS
brave and good, while T. 1 did not ex-
actly like the way he spoke of woman,
and fancied he felt all my weakness and
pltled it, "while nm weak" And then I
went on in hysterical confusion OF
had any disaster befallen the brave girl
who was 50 good to bring me here. 81
am OF no account in the world, but
Mary is everything to our mother, and
mother would have been broken heart
Ed, and now was fairly broken down
into hysterical cry.
Poor little fellow" said the doctor.
as softly as mother would to sob.
blng baby, ssyou may cry, it is a wo-
man s necessity" He would say some
thing sarcastic about women at every
turn, and it continued to hurt me until
knew him better. Then I discovered
that underlying all his filings at their
weakness he had the sincerest sympa-
thy with their weakness, understanding.
as his profession had taught him, the
physical conditions causing it, and the
sincerest belief in the purity and good
ness of good women. s'You may cry.
women can't help it, but you must not
say YOU are Of no account in the world
Every one is Of some account to some
one. Mother would not let you say
that, nor. Mary. And-and-I won't: I
can't. You are of some account TO
me. I have been thinking about
you ever since you read for
me 10 the woods. [ could not help
thinking of a young lady that liked
Thoreau, and who said SO naivly that she
was sure she would like me. Is it true
Do you like me? Would you answer
me as frankly if I asked you to love
me? [ am rude in makeup; not the
sort of fellow women like or love.
You are not, however, like women in
general. You like the woods, the rough
denizens of Natures world; am rude
and homely denlzen of Gods world.
May be you can like me. Life with me
will not mem pretty ways and society
sweets; but it will be, at all events. d.
vested OF shams, and partake some what
of the zest Of wildness you seem to love
so well. Speak. little one ?'
/ suppose spoke, but know not what
[ said Surprised as I was seemed to
be filled with sense of restful satisfac-
ton that must perforce say yes to him.
And am satisfied, so are mother and
the dear sister. I never get over won
dering why she was not preferred tome.
The Doctor says, Glove made the
choice, not common sense" But I
think Thoreau was at the bottom of it
all. I thank him, anyway, for leading
me to my destiny; that, SO different
from my ideal picture, is still SC far re-
moved from the ordinary run of COM
mon destiny. The Doctor proves in
himself all the good one could dream of
rs belonging to manliness, tenderness,
wisdom, strength, and sweetness of
character. I must not say any more on
this subject, lest he steal unawares to
my side and look over my shoulder, saw
ing, ''Just like woman; they always
will exaggerate."
L have told my story-not very re-
markable one, to be sure, but it holds
the one greatest chance and the one
greatest mischance of my life.
"Marty."
"Yes?"
Get your hat. We're going out for
sail. Old Michigan is exceedingly we'll
hammered this afternoon. Well trust
it while we run out dozen miles or so.
and find shady wood, where we will
take tea with your favorite forest trees. y
So the Doctor kept on chatting cheer
lily on our way to the lake, as is his
wont. 1 have become notable sailor
under his tuition, an expert oarswoman,
a capital swimmer, and I trust the |
water as implicitly as do him.
MARTY"
eyes ?"
g Did you bring Thoreau?
eyes, sir"
" That's guide wife. He should al
ways be invited to tea in the woods"