Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-12-20

the ruf1es. You May so and nelp
Matty if you like"
That young woman was making pies
in the kitchen. She saw the Doctor
coming round the corner of the house,
gave hurried glance at the bright
bottom Of q tin pan she was holding,
found herself presentable, and greeted
him composedly. She was very glad
to see him, she said, Wouldn't he come
in?
No, he wouldn't come in, the day
was 50 beautiful. He would just stand
on the little brick pavement under the
window, and lean over the sill.
So there he stood under the grape
vine trellis, with q little golden sun.
shine falling over his hair and shout
ders. Matty observed that he looked
thoroughly uuloverlike, and concluded
that he didn't intend to propose. She
also noticed rip in his coat, and won
dered who would mend it for him.
Someway the talk veered round from
the weather to Woman's Rights.
Matty, on this, spoke up.
She didn't st all believe in the Sec
ond-hand influence which reached the
ballot-box through the agency of hus-
bands and brothers. "When I VOTE"
she said, II want to march to the polls
and put in my own vote my own self"
"What pretty spectacle you'd
make, Matty, with that rolling pin in
your hand, and
"I'm not at all sure that I want to
VOTE" she interrupted. "But I just
would like to make some laws, that's
ALL" r.zea yssfe
"Well, you might petition the Legis
lature," suggested the Doctor, gravely
ooh, they're not legal laws; only
social customs and usages. I'll tell you
Just what / mean" She laid the roll
ing pin aside with an emphatic bang,
placed her houry arms akimbo, looked
very earnest and determined, and quite
regardless of the fact that she and Dr.
Gibson were in love with each other.
Nov, at a party, when lady sits alone
in q stuff chair all the evening, not
dancing, simply because she hasn't any
partner, and can't ask any one, oh, you
know, DR.. Gibson, you know"
How it is myself" interpolated
he. lafR@zfa desc =aaFa-. tss t-.@ .a r-.-.
Chow it was at Mr.. CampbelPs the
other night III had been Anna Red
cli6fe, or Dora Coliard, I'd have asked
some of you men to dancewith me-"
g Then you think women should have
| the privilege of asking for whatever
| they Wish?" he retOrted, with half q
smile. E.'s5 7'
(, She answered that she thought just
that.
-" Well, Matty, quite agree with you.
L not only think they should have this
right in such case you mention, but
also In more serious affairs. For in
stance, women might, with perfect
propriety, make proposals of mar
rage" sa.a
Now such an idea never entered
Matty's foolish little head, and she
seized the sugar-box with great embar-
rassment. The Doctor went on with
much gravity: ..
&c am aware that it would be very
unconventional proceeding, and I am
afraid that no woman will ever be wise
enough to take the Initiative; and yet
l am persuaded that in many instances
it would be the most natural and
beautiful thing she could do"
He was looking unconsciously up at
the blue sky shining through the fla
gree work Of vine-leaves about him.
It was evident he was thinking in the
abstract only, but q faltering little CDR.
Gibson" recalled him to the concrete.
And there stood Matty, smiling, blush
ing, dimpling, ready to extinguish her
self in her brown gingham apron.
CDR. Gibson, [ like you ever so
much 7" she faltered, bravely, but
breathlessly.
The Doctor jumped through an open
window, and made his proposal
over