Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-09-18

TO his daughter, and the supper went
on successfully. Poor Shiel ate never
a mouthful, and his face was as white
and blank as If he had been ghost
but nobody minded Shiel. In truth,
Macs own appetite was a little trust
rated, and as the night wore away he
was heartily glad to see the people
trooping out to their carriages. When
all were gone, little upstairs maid
who had been always civil to poor Jenny
put note into Macs hand, saying that
her mistress told her not to give it to
him till the festivity was over
Mac opened it with q trembling hand,
and read poor Jenny's scrawl
"Tm gone for good and all, dearie
For a long time I've seen that you and
my darling child were beyond me in
everything. | can never get up to YOU
SO please forgive me if | stop by the
way. God bless and prosper you; is
the prayer of your faithful JENNY"
Mac handed it over to Shiel and
dropped into chair as if struck by an
unseen hand. The air was a little
heavy with the breath of his artistic
guests who had just departed, and the
scent of the eXotics sickened his nos
trils; the big blaze of light grew dim
about him, and allhe could see for that
weary minute was the sweet face of q
young English girl he had known and
loved almost beyond his strength q
long time ago.
Shlel had read the note for the sixth
time, his face growing more and more
distracted and imbecile, and had begun
to read it over again, when Mae cried
out, in broken voice, could any
villain be at the bottom of this, Shiel?
could auy one have tempered with
her loyalty ?"
"Never." cried Shiel, Indignantly.
I'll answer for that with lay life. know
how foolishly faithful she was-never
an eye or an ear for any body else. /
know that by experience. Many's the
time I've tried to console her myself
for your indifference"
=" My what ?" roared poor Mac.
Your indifference and neglect, Sir"
cried Shiel. now aroused to the pitch of
of recl1lessness. "She was a pearl of
purity and sweet simplicity, but she
was cast before swine, Sir"
lOiiiSl, v Ott I'll Z dlNtS IlOIG OF less
of a fool groaned Mac, and now you
are clean daft" But he listened to
Shlel as he went on to give him q piece
of his mind, and took heart as he gath
cred IN the evidences of Jenny's wound
ed love. "She'll be back before TWEEN
ty-tour hours" said Mac, land we'll
all be the happier for this little bout"
Bat twenty-four hours went by, and
forty-eight; a whole week passed away.
and no Jenny came to lift the weight
from Macs heart. Shiel advised him
to secretly consult the police, at which
Mac first revoltod, then succumbed;
but with no success. A fortnight went
by, and even Shiel forgave every fault
of Macs, so deep and sincere were his
sorrow and penitence The musical
abstraction OF Miss Jean served in a
measure to mitigate her grief, and an
eminent professor had offered her the
warmest sympathy and consolation a
man can offer; but poor Mac hated the
thought or sound Of music now, and
would have no cOmmiseratiOn save that
Of Shlel, which, indeed, partOok OF so
unwearied a nature that Mac chung to
it as drowning man will to a straw.
At the end Of a month Shiel declared
that Journalism was the only thing left
to them. He had held it, he said, as %
de7T11er resort, not wanting to set the
tongues Of the world that Jenny so
hated wagging IN her behalf; but her
cruel obstlnancy had left them no al
tentative.
Il see," said Mac" the personal
column in the Herald. Make it as ago
nizing as you can, Shiel. God knows it
can't hold misery enough. Tell her to
come back and rule in every thing
manage the money and the business,
smash the piano, and forbid jeans
marriage to the professor; and tell her,
Shiel, the house is cauld without her,
and my heart wearies sair.' And here
the tears rolled out of his eyes, and q
lump in his throat stopped his speech.
'' Nonsense, man." said ShieI. "Call
you that journalism? Listen here, Sir,
to the cunning touch of genius, the
lever that moves the world" And he
read forth to the Responding partner q
little paragraph from a prominent news
paper, stating the deep regret with
which they learned that the recent do
mesuc troubles of the eminent musical
critic Mr.. Mac Neil had not only pros
trated him upon bed of illness, where
he was now lying in a critical condition,
but that his business affairs had become
hopelessly entangled, and there was a
probability Of an early sale of his
household effects for the benefit Of his
creditors. Among these articles were
some musical curiosities, information
of which could be obtained of Mr..
Shiel: Printing house Square, No. blank.
AND Row [ must go to No. blank at
once, y said Shiel; for, if Pm not mis-
taken, this will fetch her within the
hour" I'D.
Shiel had no sooner got seated at his
desk than there was timid knock at
the door that sent his heart humping
in unison. Upon the threshold he pres
emily saw a familiar little figure and
heard a broken voice which the thick
ness of no veil could disguise. She
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