Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-11-21

II don't dislike it now. / love to hear
you whistle. Besides, it was your
whistling directed me to you tonight.
Perhaps 1 shouldn't have found you
without it. So take back your rash vow,
Cousin Lutte"
II wish you would do something to
punish me for my rudeness." she said,
hurriedly. "Give me as much medi-
cine as you want; will take a whole
barrelful if you say So"
But sha'n't say So" he said Thel e
was still a smile on his lips, but none in
his eyes; they shone strangely.
{" / don't know what made me so
cross" she went on. Il know I'm spoil
ed and willful. / never had mother
to show me how to be gentle and good
but am not often SO dreadful as | was
to you yesterday. Oh, Cousin Reuben,
can you forgive me?'
Lutte he said, in voice almost as
low as hers, look at me-"
They were standing in the narrow
strip of light, and the moon lit up both
their faces. She raised her wet eyes
obediently, but the strange look in his
made her drop them suddenly, while a
stal tied, painful flush bathed her face.
"Shall [ tell you why you were so
cross to me?" he asked
"No, no." she murmured, hiding her
face in her hands.
"Was it because you cared for my
opinion, because you--loved me?"
His wet arms were around her now
it was we'll she had on his thick over
coat-and were pressing her closely to
his wet breast.
My innocent darling" he whispered,
you know now why you were so cross
with me-"
How long have you known" she
said, her voice coming smothered from
his shirt bosom.
Know what, dear love%
"Why | was SO cross with YOU"
"Not five minutes. 1t flashed on me
just now, while you were asking me to
punish you"
"Tm glad" she said. Il didn't know
myself, or I should have hid it better"
"Pd defy you to do that" he said, with
ing, look up and give me one kiss"
She raised her fair smooth face, and
his dark bearded one came in immedi-
ate and close contact with it. She MUIR
INJURED, on the divine breath of that first
. kiss, You have not said whether you
love me or not"
''Does this feel like it?'' he whispered,
crushing her closer to him. ooh, my
darling, / love you'll love you so much!
to be jealous of poor little Dick Spur.
Last night | felt like killing him when
you smiled on him So"
She was too happy to feel a passing
pang for poor Dick. How could she
think of any one but Reuben, with his
cheek against hers and his eyes on her?
"You told me not to touch you she
said, presently; "don't you think you
are acting inconsistently, Sirw
Good forgive mer' he said, loosing
her. " / am q selfish brute, to be hold
ing you against me, wet and dripping as
I am. / forgot every thing but myself
Do you feel cold p anxiously
" Not bit"
II maybe the overcoat kept you from
getting damp. never thought to have
Rugged that old Ulster with as much
zest as I have done tonight Come,
let's hurry home, and I'll begin giving
you that barrel of medicine you were
so anxious to take"
"You must take part Of it yourself y
) she said, as they started up the slope in
double-quick time. ;'l'm dreadfully
afraid this wetting will make you sick. y
I'm too happy to be sick" he said,
looking at her in a way that made her
blush and Jingle to her fnger-ends.
}, "We'll give grandpa and Ben double
surprise. They think you are in town
somewhere: but [ had presentim ent
you were at the pond, so slipped down
there quietly, without telling any body"
Eyes, they will be surprised at our"
And Lutte stopped and redeemed
/ cat our what, darling?"
ooh, here we are at the house now,
said Lutte, irrelevantly.
cat our loving one another % said
Reuben, inclosing the Ulster in another
rapturous hug. "Oh, my precious
fower-my darling my" You may
be sure the doctor filled these blanks in
an appropriate manner.
"You're nice DOCTOR" said Lutte,
disengaging herself, in very rosy state,
ito be putting such cold wet arms around
a person hoarse with cold"
i "Oh, I'll soon cure you"-making as
though he would seize her again; but
she eluded him, and fled up the steps
and into the house.
A Sons Appeal for Pocket Money.
The Memphis (Tenn.) Appeal prints
the following as an extract from letter
of a young man of that city, now at
Lebanon Law School, to his father. set
ting forth the low state of his finances
Il have 81 in my pocket, so you may
see my finances are at a pretty low
ebb. / have not squandered any
money, but one little necessary item
after another, with new hat, some
books, etc., have combined to diminish
my supply of funds. I hate to be
necessitated to write for money /
hate money, anyhow. Don't think
from that that I, on account of my
hatred for it, relieve myself of it as soon