Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-12-26

vice this morning. and the speaker
lazily switched off the clover tops at his
feet. "There is an inducement," and
he paused, counting not in vain on fem
mime curiosity.
g An inducement What, please?"
And the lady drew on her other glove
90, a wonderful singer. A native
Lieutenant Forcythe says she is really
worth hearing"
"That certainly is an inducement,"
the lady replies, thinking vaguely of the
dashing officer and 50 it came to pass
that Dean Neal and the widow went to
church together.
"W ere you disappointed? ~ Mr.. Neal
asks as they were walking hotelward
through the pleasant country path.
You know one does not expect as
tonishing eloquence from country cler-
gymen," returns the widow, half apollo
getically.
co." he answered, quickly, q did
not IN can the sermon referred to the
singer"
s"Did you think her pretty ?" just q
hint of harsh tone in the soft voice.
"BeauJMr The widow freezes into
SllC1lCc. w IldI ~ heavenly
Marguerite she would makew O, if he
admires her from merely an artistic
standpoint, very well! The widow
thaws, and is again charming.
They were late for dinner, and the
ladies shrugged their shoulders, and
looked coldly at madam.
1t WAS too bad Gentlemen were SO
scarce, the season at its height, and q
poor, unknown, artful widow entrapping
the very "nicese" That was the be-
ginning of the widows being left out of
the different feminine sets and clioues.
So, perhaps, it was out of kindness that
MIR. Neal asked her to accompany him
on his sketching tours, and the least
that can be said is, that she made the
most of her opportunities. In conse-
quence of long rambles at evening, and
morning sails, and in consequence of
several studies of her eyes for his Co
ella" it was regarded st the hotel as a
settled thing-their engagement. The
lieutenant grew alternately melancholy
and savage. The ladies' were more 20
litely hateful than ever, and the widows
second mem. was Reserve force in
the shape of lieutenant unnecessary"
One morning they walked together as
usual. The widow smiling her sweetest,
and the artist, contented ! The
chamhermaid watched them from the
kitchen window, and remarked to the
cook:
"She's bound to catch Mr.. Neal-and
the first floor front is bewitched about
her Amt them widders cute, though :?
And, 0, my! that lootentant's just green,
he's that jealous o! they're sharp p
going back to widows in general with a
Jerk ss~-a
Amt they?" and the cook looked
volumes at the tomato soup.
Unconscious of these adverse re-
marks, the widow is very merry as they
go down the hill; unconscious, too, that
the artist has gone beyond her eyes, and
is studying her, and doing his best to
find out whether or no she is genuine,
or is clever copy They are passing
a shabby, Ann sticeable little house Mr.
Neal turns suddenly, and looks back,
exclaiming :: Marguerite, surely !"
Marguerite2" So ea
g Yes-the singer p
"a You have good memory. Mr..
Neal" smiling sarcastically. If she
had only known that her words were
weighed, she might not have ridiculed
the shabby house and the pale, slender
girl sweeping the steps, in her faded
gown, or laughed, as she said:
" Poor Marguerite p
Some way her laugh sounded less
sweet than usual, and could it be that
she was ill-natured? .s>ss~
The widows third mem. week later ::
" My artist not quitesso devoted mild
encouragement of the Lieutenant adj
visable."
In truth the artist had gone off by
himself and sketched alone several
times, lately, to the infinite satisfaction
of Oldest daughters. The widow smiled
on, just the same, bat no return beyond
a friendly one from Mr.. Neal She
treated him coldly, proudly, and ten
derby, and he was calm, courteous, but
apparently unaffected.
The widow was alarmed. Surely there
can be no one else. One evening she
wandered slowly down the old path,
with the lieutenant in ecstasy at her
side. This was the last experiment of
the widows. Jealousy should cong uer
him. She started in feigned surprise as
he neared them, his portfolio under his
arm.
clad youa pleasant afternoon?" she
asks.
He says he has found two or three
fine bits beyond the bend for sketches.
She asks to see them, and quiets the
Impotence Of the lieutenant with a
smile
Mr.. Neal demurs they are not worth
looking at.
She insists. They are only few
studies of foliage, pretty bits of scenery,
etc. No matter-she is curious, and so
he ceases to refuse longer. AS the port
folio lies open, the wind blows slip of
paper out and away. The widow picks
1t up, chances at it: All p she says,
showing it to the lieutenant, that is
very pretty-.tor a Marguerite"
While the lieutenant critioises, the
widow and the artist are watching and
measuring one another, although you
would scarcely believe it. both apnear