Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-01-06

this trouble of ours, Sir. I suppose we
will weather it. Got the order for the
storage s at Martins ready? Will
be back as soon as [ can, though feel
ing little queer and limp in
the legs, from want of sleep. ] amt
quite as hearty as might be. It's aw-
full trying to hear poor girl cough all
night, and not be able to relieve her.
| hope won't be discharged, Sir. Mr..
Culpepper, you were kind of rough to
me at times, but / haven't sort of mind
ed you. Poor Sis, when she was we'll
she's not quite twenty one yet-for a
joke used to call me Mr.. Culpepper's
forger and murderer. She knows you,
Sir. Poor Mary [ am sometimes
very down in the mouth about her,
fearing she never will get we'll again.
All ready with that order, Sir?"
OF course the business of the house
had to be attended to. Two hundred
and six bales of South American hides
to be shipped to Boston could not be
neglected, and Clarence went on his err
rand.
1t was dusk before our boy came back
and [ missed him. Not soul in the
office knew his address Next morning
Clarence did not come to the office, nor
the next day. All that night and the
next night [ had to hunt that miserable
boy up, and precious medicinal hay
stack business was it, Mother and [
found him at last by the bedside of q
poor girl who was fast going to her last
rest. We helped to bury her. Con
found the Office [ was absent from it
for the only day in twenty years which
was not holiday.
Clarence never came back to the store
again. Mother overruled me. Mother
is not exactly q hard woman, but she
said that since / had been brought up
like a dog In the office Ca term by no
means complimentary either to me or
to the firm), Clarence should be free
from the same canine experience.
Mothers second cousin came from Sa-
lem. He has the reputation of being a
hard man, too. Intact all come froma
peculiar hard-grained and knotty stock.
We may be lasting and not inclined to
warp or spring, but if you Try to hack
at us with knife or a Ratchet, why,
bless you the edge of your tool gets
turned in moment Well, mothers
cousin sails a brig from Boston as cap
tain. That brig is in the wine trade
Our foreign mail is just in, and here
is a letter from Clarence, who is moth
ing more than sailor on board of the
brig !; maybe he will remain one all his
life, for there really amt much in the
boy that can see, save that he has
soft heart, which don't count for any
thing, you know, in this world. He
calls me Uncle Culpepper, which is
rather of a liberty, and mother, grand
mother, which is a peculiar kind of
relationship, but the boy has some very
curious and absurd traits of character
He writes enclosing 10 draft on Boston
for $25, to put a modest tombstone
over Mary's grave Was there
ever such an idiot of boy
just as if mother had not had it all
done, with an iron railing round it,
fully six months ago. This is the way
that stupid Clarence's letter ends sit
is ever so jolly sailing over the summer
sea, and dear old Uncle Culpepper,
just look at the picture over my old
desk in the office. Funchal is on the
lee bow, and the picture is as true as
true can be. Once when you were not
watching me, I cleaned off the old
thing, and when / used to be eating my
crust of bread, watching that picture, it
gave flavor of grapes to the dry
mouthfuls. [ might take perhaps
fancy to Clarence if it was not for this
girlish sentimentaGty of his. What is
the use of it [ should like to know, in
an office or on board Of ship? I am so
thankful that / never had an atom of it
LII my composition.