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

1 Inc WlQOW looks out OF the car WIN
dow and grows interested in the scene
ery. There are only few passengers
Ion the fast express this afternoon, most
ly ladies and children going to spend
Sunday with suburban friends. The
gentlemen could be counted on your
fingers. The decayed politician in the
white hat, buried in an editorial The
little man next him fairly perspiring
with fear lest the politician shall begin
again with, Sir, this country is going
to the dogs" As if dogs were the last
animals in the world the country should
go to in any provocation whatever. In
front of the window two young mascu-
line lack-brains, their heads supposed
Through faith) to be where their hats
and collars meet, there being no evil
dence of it to the bodily eye. Making
four. a consumptive clergyman bound
for the mountains-five, and directly
behind the widow gentleman taking it
easy, like an old which | be-
Eeve is six, in all, and bringing you to
the thumb. of your other hand. The
widow chances at the ladies dresses,
ignores the children, scrutinHes all the
gentlemen save one, number SIX. Her
novel is finished she is not hungry
enough to eat, not tired enough to
sleep. She does not feel in the mood
for talking, and has nobody to talk to if
she did, So, her inner resources PROV
ing unavailable, the widow looks out of
the window and grows interested in the
scenery The hills and banks disappear
SO rapidly that they might seem covered
with snow instead of white blossoms, if
it were not for the scent that comes
floating in There are fields of grain
bending as the wind wills, there are
sheep pasturing, there are gosGngs pic
nicing by the ditch, there are COWS
waiting to be MIXED. All! there must
be the milk-maid letting down the bals
now little further on is red barn
with a young farmer smoking his pipe
in the doorway and thinking of-who
knows? Perhaps the milk-maid. There
is a country road winding about and
losing itself In the woods. One cannot
see half one wishes to on fast ex-
press. 1t is pity, is it not? You may
wonder that such insignifcants as geese
and cows and red barns should be
capable ef~ exciting any ones interest
to never, never, never see any thing
beyond thread and needles fashion
plate and such an extent of smoky city
sky as one may get from. a shop win
dow. But the widow must have anoth-
er look at the little lake of lilies flying
by, and bends her head uncomfortable
And after all she does not see it. A
sharp-cornered, ugly little cinder blows
in her eye. Then, being in total ignor-
ance as to the management OF, cinders,
she rubs and pokes and blinks, in fine,
does all the wrong but usual things, and
grows pink and begins to get little. out
Of temper. This catastrophe is averted
by the gentleman behind, who leans over
and says:
think: madam, with your permits
sion, that [ can relieve you"
So the long black veil is turned aside,
the lid is lifted, and the widow piously
thanks Heaven for her long lashes, while
def fingers and quick eyes are conquer
ing that perverse cinder. Then, with
sigh of relief very effectively sighed In
deed, the widow begins The quiet " So
small a service, madam, requires no
thanks" checks ELUSIVE gratitude: but
afterwards it is very easy to open a con-
versation The conductor, after the
manner of his tribe, opens the door and
shouts the name of the station in Ian
guage as unintelligiblc to the majority
of passengers as Choctaw, but by refer
ence to the list of stations it is found to
be Woodville.
at will be quite dark, | am afraid,
before we get into New Hampton" and
the widow looks out timidly. It is dark
now. the flood of yellow light has paled,
and there is already venturesome star
overhead The birds are flying to their
nests, and one can almost hear the
crickets chipping as the dew falls.
Probably. Do you stop there?" the
gentleman asks SO politely that it is not
impairment.
eyes. And you %
90, | am up from Chicago to sketch
among tic Hills for a week-or longer"
The discovery that the pair of eyes in
front were of the color he had been
hunting for his projected Cecilia" be-
ing the inspiration for the added words.
"She shall sit for me-" he determines
beforehand.
Dean Neal ana the W1QOW looked
at the bit of pasteboard in her hand. 81
like the name. | may make it mine
before the vacation is over" Perhaps
she was not designing being widow.
At all events she had no time to lay
plans and schemes, for the train was
getting in to New Hampton, and there
was the usual hustle and connection pre-
paratory to leaving it.
q beg your pardon. but do you ex-
pect any one to meet your asked Mr..
Neal, adding, Immediately after her
negative shake Of the head, Then, you
will allow me to look after your bag
gage? This was not an offer to be re
fused, and through his further kindness
she was soon at the little country hotel.
Before retiring she made a mental
memorandum, to-wit Must look out
for the dashing lieutenant who sits
across from nae at table He admires
me, and will do as a reserve force in
case" But madam, the widow, did
not finish the men,, but went to sleep