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

"Pd rather have Hottentot in the
house than doctor. Somebody's al
ways knocking him up in the middle Of
the night and waking the whole
house."
Lutte Farra, you k,aoav that's a fib, !"
said Ben, impressively Cousin Reu-
ben hasn't been called but twice in the
night since he's been here. What If
you do get walked up? Can't you go to
sleep again?"
!" I never could bear doctors" said
Lutte. snappishly.
cts the finest profession on earth,
retorted Ben. g You don't know what
you do like"
81 like merchants"
Heaven deliver me from a counter
hopper p said Ben, piously. Before
I'd make my living by skipping round
a store with yard-stick in my hand,
ibid dance the tight rope" Ben
seemed to think he was uttering he
role sentiment, and put on his most yir-
tuous look. But bet | know what
you like merchants for"
Lute's only response was to purse up
her lips and elevate her chin.
cts because Dick Spurs in a store.
What you can see to like in that little
whipper-snapper is mystery to me.
His beard amt one-tenth as long as
Cousin Reuben's." Ben valued men
according to the abundance of their
boards.
'Yonder comes Reuben now" said
grandpa, looking up from his paper.
"And your everlasting Dick Spur
with him. III was that fellow, I'd take
be more decent than spending half his
time free gratis for nothing"
The two gentlemen came up to the
steps as the candid Benjamin finished
his remark. Cousin Reuben was tall
and reserved-looking. Mr.. Spur was
small and laxative Both were mod
erately good-looking.
Good evening, Miss Lutte; good eve
ming, Mr.. Farra," cried Mr.. Spur, in his
sprightliest manner. "How are you,
Ben? How is your cold, Miss Lutte ?"
COS, my cold don't amount to any
thing" said Miss Lutte, smiling in his
face. and making room for him on the
seat beside her. "You all make q
1IlOUuUdl1 Out vi a. Ou d1C
determined to have me an invalid
20 Its because we lG@e you SO much, ,"
said Mr.. Spur, in tender under-tone,
and pulling his mnstache with senti-
mental air. Mr.. Spur was much given
to Juggling at his mustache. which was
weak and whitish-looking. Ben said he
pulled it to make it grow fast; but SO
far his efforts had not been crowned
with success.
Lute's only reply was another danger
Gus smile.
Cousin Reuben, who had seated him.
self off at some distance, now looked
up and said, gravely, "You have avery
bad cold. You are quite hoarse this
evening. You must let me mix you
some medicine before you go to bed !"
Thanks, no" returned Lutte, coldly.
"I prefer a bad cold-to something
worse"
"You needn't fear my giving you
disagreeable medicine" he said, smil-
ing.
II wasn't abiding to any bad taste
in your incidence was thinking of
the effects of it; it might make me
worse off than I am now," she said,
looking studiously away from him, and
whistling little under her breath.
He looked at her in surprise as he
caught the sting of her remark, and his
dark face Redeemed but he answered,
quietly, e You will do as you please; I
press my services on no one
Grandpa had fallen into one of his
reveries. and had heard nothing that
passed. Mr.. Spur was too well bred
to show any surprise at this little pas
sage of arms; but Ben wasn't He
stared at his sister for a while in a
markedly astonished and indignant
manner, and then said, in good strong
English, Lutte, you're brute, and de-
serve a good whipping" With that
young Master Farra went his way in dis
gust.
"Ahen its a very delightful eve
ning," observed Mr.. Spur, anxious to
change the subject, aid saying the first
thing that popped into his head. "Do
you like the spring, Miss Lutie?"
L do" responded Miss Lutte, taking
her eyes from the tree at which she had
been calmly looking and dropping them
on him. Likewise summer, autumn,
and winter like 'em ALL"
But which do you like best?' urged
Mr.. Spur, as though he took vital in
terest In her answer.
haven't the remotest idea. This
has been such a delicious spring that
just now spring is rather a favorite"
Most ladies like spring." said Mr..
Spur, CALAMITY. "'Tis the season of
flowers and budding leaves and
and"
Fresh onions and green peas" said
Lutte, laughing. It's good time for
fishing, too. Do you ever go fishing,
Mr.. Spur? Pm devoted to it."
"N-no; I'm not especially attached
to it. believe Reuben there is. Aren't
you, doctor"
eyes, l like to fish when have the
time for it, which I never do" replied
the doctor, coming out Of brown
study. mot that I have such an i'm
mense practice" he continued, hastily,
seeing slight curl on Lutie's lips; but
what leisure have, / think [ ought to
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