Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-11-10

In the service, jennie, and II you take
my advice you'll send him off sharp.
CT believe you are jealous, Mr..
Weare, and telling stories about the
Captain; he is always very polite to
me-" and she smoothed her pretty hair
and arranged the trifes on the counter.
ooh, he's polite enough. no doubt.
"And he's bringing me some flowers. "
"Now, look here, Jennie are you GO
ing to take them ?"
ssOf course am
Well, then, good-by."
Good-by," she laughed. Of course
she knew he wouldn't go.
Jennie, he'll be in directly, and I
shall be off, but you must choose be-
tween him and me. If you are going to
keep on talking to him / shall never
come in the place again, SO which is it
to be-"
"The Captain
"But I am not joking, I'll never see
you again.
No more am Joking, SO good-by."
Good-by and he went.
He kept resolutely away for whole
month-never one went near the place.
If Jennie wanted him she might send
for him, Or get her sister to invite him to
tea, as she had done before. But John
Weare was not sent for, neither was he
invited to tea, and his spirits began to
wax low.
eff she'd cared about me she'd have
got in my way somehow before this
trust woman, ne thought.
The idea of not being cared for was
not cheerful. That night he strolled
carelessly by the shop, but on the OPP
posite side of the way. Nothing was to
be seen of Jennie. He walked on in a
brown study, then crossed over, and
went deliberately by the shop, with Only
one eye, however, turned in its direc-
ton, but not sign of Jennie. He went
back to the barracks in detected state
of mind.
cts an awful pity-such nice girl:
and there's the cottage all ready for her
to step into, and me ready to retire
from the service, and good trade at
my back; it's too bad, all alone, of that
Captain MCGEE, too. And the fruit in
the garden (of the cottage) all ripe and
no one to pick it.
The very next morning John Weare
walked deliberately into the shop and
asked for a penny newspaper, and had
the felicity of being served by Mrs.
Evans.
"Quite stranger, Mr.. Weare," she
said; but that was the only remark she
made, and for the life of him he could
not screw up his courage to ask for her
sister.
That night John Weare was miser-
able.
ssShe can't care rush for me-" he
thought, and marched all over the town,
end nearly to Greenwich and back, in
his excitement
The next day was lucky one for
John. He came across Bibbs. Bibbs
was Mrs. Eeans' oldest boy. No one
knew what his real name was, or why he
was called Bibbs; but he was never
called anything else.
!" Bibbs, said John Weare. IS come
and have some fruit and he carried
him off in triumph to the cottage and
stuffed him with gooseberries till he
couldn't move, and with black currants
til his mouth ives as black as a crow
Then he carried him inside and stood
him on the table and sat down before
him.
How old are you, Bibbs ?"
He though he had better begin the
conversation with question. ao
stE re and half. Is that your sword
up there %
ssYes. Who gave you those bronze
shoes, Bibbs 90
Now he knew that Jennie had given
them to him, but he SO wanted to hear
her name.
ssAuntie. She's going away soon,"
he added. ''Let me look at your sword
now"
.Wheres she going to ?" he asked in
CONSERVATION.
"Devonshire. Do let me Try on your
sword"
why is she going?" he asked, with
a sick feeling at his heart.
sSohe's Ill, think; and she's always
crying now; one day she was crying
over her silver thing you gave her, and
kissing it like anything"
The 'ssilver thing was a little heart
of about the size of shilling, which he
had bought at Charlton fair last Octo-
Der and timidly requested her to accept
it.
John Weare jumped up and showed
Bibbs his sword, and carried him on his
back all over the place, and entreated
him to have more black currants in his
delight.
But Bibbs declined.
"Aunt Jennie's going to bring me
some from Ethan, tonight" he re
piled.
So Jennie was going to Ethan. was
she
John Weare took Bibbs home, and on
his way presented him with white
woolly lamb that moved on wheels and
squeaked, and d monkey that went up
stick in being gently pushed.
Crying over her silver thing {"
said John Weare. ETH go and hang
about the Ethan road till [ see her and
beg her pardon.
And he went, and Jennie met him,
and pouted, and declared she hadn't
once thought of him, and then broke
down and cried. And John begged her
pardon, and declared that he had been
q heartless brute; and then Jennie con
tradicted him. and said it was all her