Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-02-28

reach the roadside and carefully seat
ing her in his sleigh, heaps the heavy
robes around her and springs in him
self.
Hundreds of silvery bells jingle to-
gether in pleasant discard; the old
darkey whose Queen Bee had never ex"
tracted so much honey with an s'm'
from the garden of roses before, filings
his battered hat in the air, and shouts
hurrah, and then seizes his old violin
and plays "Hail, Columbia" as though
every note was q soldier of 1916; and
away they speed for their homes once
more.
"How lovely she looked tonight"
begins Harold, after q five minutes
silence. "You needn't speak, toad.
After that warm room and the dance
and the supper, it is more necessary
than ever that you should be careful.
All I ask Of you is to listen. AS a lis
tener you can't be surpassed, although
as talker, like most women, you are
apt to get things q little confused. But
don't go to sleep, for that is an insult /
can't and won't stand. Did you ever
see such hair ?-spun gold! And how
charming she wears it! part in a
wreath about her pretty head, and part
floating free over her pretty shoulders.
Blondes! There's only one blonde in
the world, and that's Alberta Lee.
Her skin is like the snow with the
moonlight on it; and being beautiful
because she is SO fair, I suppose it
wouldn't be fair in me to even dream
of her turning Brown. Hi, Ned Good
heavens! the intelligent brute heard
that dreadful attempt at joke, and
tried to run away. 5000, old fellow!
/ won't do it again. And she never
spoke to me, Cora. And yet when we
were boy and girl together I've stolen
many kiss from that sweet red mouth
unreproved, and she used to call me
My Harold Let rue see.-that must
have been eight years ago. And then,
as she grew older, she grew more shy;
but ] was Harold still, often dear
Harold until her father, who shows
what an idiot he is, in spite of his
years, by encouraging that greater
idiot, Van Rensselaer,, made that lucky
hit in Wall street, and the whole fam
lily went abroard to learn how to play
the aristocrat to humber friends at
home. It's true didn't go near her
tonight.
There are too many around her.
The rose that all are praising is not
the rose for me- And the dance I
should have liked to have danced with
her, the dance we danced together in
the long ago. she gave to Louis
Vance, the very man | came near
knocking down one evening at her
house, for taking her picture from her
album and putting it in his breast peck
ct, with some silly, spooney remark
about his heart. How her mother
glared at me as 1 snatched it from his
hand and she said with cool drawl,
Pray, Mr.. Brown, what is it to you ?"
Deuce take her lovely, exasperating,
bewitching impudence! She will know
what it was to me, the golden-haired,
lily-white little hypocrite suppose
she'll marry that Van Rensselaer,"
and he muttered something which
didn't sound like blessing between
his teeth" or some of his set, not one
Of whom is worthy to hold her fan,
the bonnie wee thing as our old
Scotch nurse used to say" breaking off
with what in q woman we would call a
hysterical laugh. II say, sis, are you
asleep? You needn't say a word, my
butterfly; just shake your head"
The worsted things and wells that
formed the butterfy's cocoon moved
slowly and with difficulty from side to
side.
"All right, dear. feel as though I
maatst talk of her tonight, and to whom
can [ talk but you, my darling ?-my
little sister, who has never withheld her
love and sympathy from me, God bless
her! But, Cora, if any poor fellow had
loved you all his life long, and you had
led him to believe for many years that
you returned his affection, and then,
growing richer, as he, through no fault
of his own, grew poorer-if you turned
away from him and smiled upon those
who we're only his superiors in wealth
and position, I'd disown you. Mouse
of ny life, would indeed !"
"But suppose the poor fellow never
told his love when we met after q long
separation 2" whispers "the mouse of
his life.'
"In words, you mean? Pshaw |!
There are a hundred ways in which q
man tells his love, and woman knows
every one of them by heart"
"But suppose" in another faint
whisper, that when she returned from
abroad, she found him a man so much
less manly than the youth she had left
that he could stoop to believe that be-.
cause he had become poor, as the world
goes, she could forget the happy, hap
Ply days they had spent together, and
and cared for each other? Suppose
that he lent ready ear to silly reports
about heroine, for instance, that she
was engaged to be married to that
idiot Van Rensselaer, ~
"Corap
No reply.
"Cora, I sAy!"
Perfect silence.
"You torn enting little thing'-shak-
ing her gently with his strong right
hand" why don't you answer me? I
won't give you kiss for a week if you
don't. There's something uncanny
about you. Where's your lisp? You
had one short time ago; you know
you did. CoraP'