Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-02-13

sup Z! SAID squire bergamOt, knlJt1nS
his black eyebrows together until they
formed an ominous black bar across
his forehead, and nearly frightened his
bright-eyed daughter out of her senses.
But Mary Bergamot stood bravely to the
guns of her little citadel.
mo, father" said she. 40, how can
YOU ask me, father, when you know |
don't love him, and never CAM
"Never is long WHILE" said the
squire.
Eyes, papa, know that" said Mary.
But indeed, [ mean it.
"You mean it, do you?" said the
squire, in low and measured tones.
"Now, let me tell you what! 1t isn't
that you don't like Hawkins Jessup, but
that you have been goose enough to go
and fall in love with that young idiot,
George Lake =
Mary turned very red.
"Papar' -s'.
There's no use mincing matters
said the. irate squire An artist, in
deed Why don't he go into white
washing and painting, and get q decent
living y
but, papa
Needn't attempt to argue with me,
miss = said Squire Bergamont, sternly
"Ill have none Of it, and so tell you
if George Lake comes into my house,
he'll be put out very quick! And so
you may tell him. a
So saying, the squire strobe out Of the
room. Mary looked after him with soft
sorroWful eyes She was delicate,
ova[faced girl, with sunny brown hair
and straight features. as unlike the ro-
tund and positive squre's as light to
darkness. But as she put down the iron
with which she was ''idoing up her
fathers shirts-Squire Bergamot would
have thought it a. crying sin to employ
a laundress while his daughter enjoyed
her ordinary health leaned up
against the window where the arrowy
sunbeams came in through the tremu-
lous veil of heart-shaped morning glory
leaves, and drew from her pocket note
written IN a strong, masculine hand
Ny DEAREST MARY Il love YOU.
viii you promise to be my own wife,
spite of all opposition? Will you tell
me so with your own lips?
Ever yours. faithful to death, - RI
GEORGE"
How her eyes glittered as she read
and re-read the short and simple lines,
pressing them finally to her red lips.
g do love him [ will be his wife p
she murmured. ''And I will tell him
so the very first opportunity get Only
papai" "a
A momentary cloud stole over her
serene brow at this, but it was trans
lent. ..~-a. 80.
g don't believe in elopements. !" said
Mary Bergamot, still riveting her eyes
on the sheet Of paper III her hand.
never did. But if papa still persists in
opposing our marriage, will leave my
home and go ont into the world hand-in-
hand with George
Just as this revolutionary thought
passed through her mind the door
creaked on It's hinges. A heavy, we'll
known footstep sounded on the thresh-
hold
It's papa! !" cried Mary.
In her CONSERVATION our poor little
eroine could not find the entrance to
her pocket in the multitudinous folds
of her dress. For a second she was in
imminent danger, of detection then
she hurriedly thurst the incendiary
document into the yawning mouth of
paper bag Of choice seed corn,
which hung by the kitchen window
And the next instant Squire Bergamot
was in the room.
Mary" said he, $50 up stairs to the
left-hand corner of my middle bureau
drawer and get me clean pocket-hand-
kerchief."
And Mary went out with a dubious
glance atJthe nail on which the bag OF
Early Sugar Corn hung.
When she returned the room was
empty, and Squire 3ergamot was just
climbing up into his lumber box wagon,
in front of the picket fence
Bling it out hele," said the squire
g I'm going over to Miss Polly Peppers
toget my empty cider cask. She might
had the sense to return it herselfr'
He slowed the pocket-handkerchief
away in his pocket, and was just taking
up the relns when Mary rushed out
again, crimson to the very roots of her
hair
Father, that bag of seed corn?"
90, it's all right-it's all right" said
the squire, placidly 81 promised a
little to Miss Polly Pepper, and this is
already shelled"
but, father" gasped poor Mary, let
me tie it up first
Nonsense said the squire; 81 just
folded over the top, and it'll go as snug
as thief 10 mill, right atop Of my
bags of meal"
Away he ratified over the stony road
as he spoke. and poor Mary ran back
into the kitchen to cry herself into a
second NiobG.
90, my letter. so5bed she; "why was
[ such an idiot as to put it there?"
Miss Polly Pepper, a grand spinster
of very uncertain age and a very GER
tain infirmity of temper, opened the
bag of seed corn as the squire drove off
Might brought it before" said she.
Promised it to us last fall. / do de-
spise these folks that are always