Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-12-29
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broke in Mr.. Royburne, almost angrily;
6" I'm sure that he loved you
81 like to think so,'' she said, smiling
to herself and looking into the fire;
''but you haven't heard all. We
weren't going to be married for year
or SO, because he was only cashier in a
bank at Croftford, the Pactolus Bank
/ hate the very sound of it; the words
burn my tongue-and his salary wasn't
big enough to please him. and then I
was in no hurry. I wanted to make
money myself, and life had grown so
sw eet, I was most afraid of my good
fortune; and perhaps I was just pun
ished for my want of faith in Gods
providence. Well, one day 1 had
great surprise. Aunt Huldah died, and
l went away to the funeral; and when
the lawyer read out the will she had
left me five thousand dollars-in a
stocking The night reached home
Jules came to welcome me, and I
showed him the stocking and asked him
to guess; and then I threw the whole
part of which was shining gold and sill
yer, on the table, and it rang with
pleasant sound. But it seemed to me that
Jules had something on his mind that
night, and I rallied him about it; but
that made him put out. And then I
put the money back into the stocking,
and locked it into my desk, while he
held the lamp; and I remember that
when I opened the desk he caught sight
of the daguerreotype I'd had taken to
give him on Christmas, and begged it;
and I wouldn't let him have it, because
it wasn't good, and meant to sit again,
and after he had gone put it into the
fire and said nothing. But when he
said goodnight there was something
odd about him; he looked at me long
and searchingly, as if he'd like to see
my thoughts themselves; and once or
twice he began to speak, and broke off
with kiss, and finally he told me that
I shouldn't see him for few days, as
he was going out of town on bank bust
ness" Mrs. Dunn paused, and sighed
profoundly; Mr.. Royburn walked to the
window, and shivered as he looked out
on the wild night.
cit was only few days later when
Langton, the assistant cashier, who
boarded with me, came into my private
parlor and said he wanted to speak with
nae confdentially about Jules. You
can't tell what chill it gave me. 1
thought nothing but he had dropped
dead-and I'd rather it had been so
It seems Jules had been using the
banks money to speculate. He had
lost, of course, and Langton had been
the first to discover it, and he came to
me, he said, in order that 1 might warn
Jules that it couldn't be kept long
from the board of directors, as they'd
already got wind of something wrong.
unless he could replace the money i'm
mediately by begging and borrowing.
You may guess my feelings! | made
no question, but Jules had gone out of
town with a view to raising the money
somehow, too much ashamed to ask me
for ii and tell me his fault; but he had
eft no address, and all I could do
was to await his return in fever of
Impotence; and it was Christmas week,
too, when everybody's expected to be
cheerful, and there's no end of the
work to be done. Some of my board
ers had gone to keep the season among
their friends, but there were few left,
who, like you and me, Mr.. Royburn,
had nowhere to go; and while we were
sitting at tea on Christmas eve, it sud-
denly seemed to me as if I heard some
body going over the front stairs, and
the thought passed through my mind,
who can it be 2 and then I reflected,
Oh, it's probably Nancy carrying up
the clean clothes from the wash, and [
rang the bell for Tidy, the table girl,
to bring up the toast, and asked her,
aside, where Nancy was.
GO In the kitchen, marm,' said she,
a-folding off the clean clothes from
the bars"
g And Bridget, is she there too?" I
said.
eyes, marin, a-stoning the raisiDgs."
I" And isn't Mary (the chamber maid)
helping her % I asked.
Not she, said Tidy: she's shiy-
ering out at the pump, sure, blather
ing along of Barney
81 don't know what possessed me,
but just asked Miss Grader to take
my place at the urn, and went up
stairs alone. I'd left light burning in
my parlor, but the hair of my flesh
stood up when I saw that it was burn
ing in my bedroom instead, which
opened out of the parlor. However,
after a little reflection, considered that
I might have been mistaken in my alb