Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-07-21

girl look at me for I wonder? the
glance seemed to say, and he took on
the eyeglasses which, O, aggravatlon,
he proceeded to polish nicely on the
whitest of handkerchiefs. This was to
much for Godiva's watering eyes. "If,
murmured she, s'I thought he was
married ( would ask him to lend me
his handkerchief, declare [ would
He couldn't think had any design on
his heart If he only knew how l felt
0, dear me dear me l am wretched
being. and I shall certainly go wild
before long. / have to keep my mouth
wide open now, and I never can get
through day in town, never. Poor
Godiva, what avails your fine feathers ?
Necessity, they say, knows no law,
and Godiva was desperate. She rose
from her seat, and touched the gentle
man gently on his arm, hurrying him
to his seat with bow and look of sat
your service man," which deepened
into mingled expression of doubt and
amazement as his fair neighbor held
out her hand and said, "May I trouble
you to lend me your handkerchief, sir!'
He blushed very red indeed, and SO did
she, but he gave her the handkerchief
and sat meekly down again, wondering
like Chicken Little if the sky wasn't
falling. Godiva had possession, which
is nine points in the law to be sure, but
after the first satisfaction she could not
but be aware that she had unlawfully
possessed herself of what wasn't hers.
The click of the car wheels would fall
into the jingle of "what will that young
gentlemen do-do-if he should need
his handkerchief too-too-but perhaps
he has another. Some people do carry
two-two!' and rattle it increasingly as
the train few on; but the final query,
ssWhat will he think of me 2" remained
unmoved by any philosophy. She felt
the blue eys stealthly regarding her with
a comical look.
At last tie train stopped and Godiva got
out and walked away with the pocket
handkerchief-,an the young man got
out and walked away also without any.
When one is very wretched or very any
thing you don't want to be, work is the
best specific, and so as shopping is the
seyerest toll a woman is ever known to
accomplish and live, Godiva endeav-
ored to busy her thoughts and shopped
energetically; but there was more fire.
quent resurrection of them than was
agreeable since every time she used the
big cambria she thought of the young
man and blushed. After she had bought
every bargain she could find, and en-
gagged from the intelligence office
graceful Hibernian with face tied up
in dingy towel, and submitted, per-
haps, on that account to living with an
Hinglish cook, as ''them Hinglish has
orful tempers mem" Godiva lrlnched
very satisfactorily to herself and felt her
cold diminishing every moment. Let
me leave her eating strawberry ice and
follow our hero awhile. He was quite
an elegant fellow, blessed with blonde
moustache and an admirable temper,
but his name was Peter Brown. One
cannot have everything In the world, so
Peter comforted himself by mental SYM
pathy with Romeo and felt as sweet as
If he we're called Caesar de Montmoren-
ci. He was fastidiously delicate in his
tastes, and woman WITH cold III her
head was horror to him, so, when he
found himself regarding with interest
the young lady in the cars who had
such an evident influenza, be felt he
had new sensation, and it was wholly
novel to have her march off with his en-
embroidered cambria; but Pc
ter was a youthful --s ates47
and believed -nrafaa s o1 pure marble,
lngnted by lamps fed by holy oil, and
thought no Ill of any. So he went his
way: on it he met a special friend of his,
a Mrs. DAIRY, who was overjoyed at this
meeting, since she wanted him of all
things for some private theatricals she
was about to get up, in which Peter
would be altogether lovely" as she
graphically said. Who could resistsuch
a speech from such lovely lips. Not
Peter Brown; and so it came about that
in month after the handkerchief ep-
isode the drawing rooms of Mrs. Dairy
were brilliantly lighted, and half the
world stood on tip-toe to see the other.
half move on fantastic ones upon the
mimic stage set off from the end of the
long room. The curtain rose to the en-
trance of our friend Miss Godiva, got
up after the fashion of Louis XIV, and |
beautiful to look upon. When in the
course Of the play my lady has to say,
"Ah [ have seen Monsieur BEFORE"
Godiva gave a very natural start, for in
the lover entering she sees neither the |
stage Marquis, nor the real Peter
Brown, but the young man whose hand
kerchief lies in her upper drawer, and |
whose wrought initials, P, B., are fire.
quent reproach to her. Godiva saw
quickly thst her Marquis did not in the
least connect the patched and rouged
lady before him with the catarrhal era.
and the play went on and off with grand |
success; everybody outdid him
self. Peter congratulated himself
that he had not fallen PROSTATE over his
long sword, or harpooned anyone with
his spurs, and Godiva herself that she
had escaped with her life from her
three-inch heeled slippers (this was be-
fore their introduction into society.
After the incense pouring was over, and
Peter had emptied his censor at the fair
Marquise' feet, Mrs. Dairy presented
Mr.. Peter Brown in due form to Miss
Godiva-why should I tell her other