Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-11-06

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+ winged messenger of heaven'-but you
had better open the window and 60 with
in for there is shower coming up and
: you'll get your wings wet. Besides,
you've been out too long already"
"Thank you, sir; Twill 60 in immedi-
ately, since you have watched me so
, long as to grow tired of me-" and she
turned in a very dignified manner to
the window, quick as love always is to
take offence at nothing, and secretly
not a little vexed that he has been
: walking up and down so long and not
: spoken before. But the unlucky win
dow closes with spring and is fast
One or two frantic efforts to lift it and
she stands still.
A low, amused laugh from below
" You don't mean to say that window
is locked? Well. that is too good
Say you are sorry for being indignant at
nothing, and I'll run up and let you
in"
"The door is locked too" says the
disconsolate Juliet; and this wicked
man straightway seeing the comical
side of the affair, goes off into q long,
low laugh. But he is stopped by anoth-
Ell heavy roar Of thunder and in a mo-
ment more he has thrown off his hat
and is climbing hand over hand up the
wooded vine that grows against the side
Of the house and twines over the bal
cony. AS he climbs he says, in jerky
way, not at all dramatic, "With Loves
light wing did | o'erperch these wallis"
and getting over with a great scramble,
tears a very unromantic rent in his
coat.
But, as he stands beside her, all that
is ludicrous dies out of his manner, and
he takes both her hands in his own in
that caresslng way that she thinks,
poor child, is peculiar to him, and looks
into the dropping face.
1t is dangerous to stand on balcony
on summer night alone with girl
that loves you, and that you love, I'M
less you mean to make her aware Of
your feelings; any resolves in the way
of tirmness are apt to melt away into
nothing, and float away out of reach.
Juliet" he says. in tone that is a
little constrained, ARE you going to
marry the ministers"
i Just q little whispered "No" for
answer, but it makes him happier than
such word is apt to make a man on
such an occasion.
"Why not?' little more hopefully
Because, Rex, | don't love him."
A sudden pressure of the hands that
holds hers, and then Rex draws her.
shrinking and trembling with rapture
that is half JOY, half pain, to his breast,
and says words that are like bene-
diction to her.
,Jo
eloquence, but words that are common
place enough in black and white, can
easily blossom into a marvel of beauty
on summer night with one who loves
you devotedly to listen.
The storm gathers faster, the thunder
mutters louder, the wind shakes the
trees, and Juliet has no idea how long
these sounds last, when great drop of
rain falls on their faces Git could hardly
fall between them).
THAT says | must let you in; I hope
| haven't kept you out too long al
ready"
Il hope you haven't" she answered
demurely.
He turns to the window, takes out his
iack-knife, and shivers one of the panes,
which are, fortunately for Mrs. Gray, of
fanciful shape and rather small, reach
es into the spring and raises the win
dow, and they both step inside just as
the rain begins to come down IL tor
rents.
: ''Juliet," calls the cautious voice not
of the garrulOus nurse, but Of her aunt
as they light the gas and open the door.
Rex slips an arm about her and they go
down the hall, and, leaning over the
railing, look down.
! Auntie Gray is one of those estless
sort of people that are always prowl-
ing around the house in nervous dread
if there is storm in the night; and
there she stands in wrapper and slip
pers with night~lamp in her hand, call
ing softly to know if Juliet's windows
are down, and if she thinks it will be a
very severe storm. -..--
A sudden impulse comes to Rex; he
tightens his arm about Juliet, and draws
her down the stairs. When they stand
in front of the astonished woman he
says coolly, not at all mindjng Juliet's
burning cheeks: May have her for
my wife, auntie?"
"Well, wellr' she cries, looking from
one to the other in dazed way as if to
. find out what it all means, eff that don't
beat all! What a blind old fool I've
been, to be sure. But Providence al
!. ways does provide some way" setting
her lamp down carefully, SO as to hold
up both hands, in her surprise. Here's
dear DR.. Speecham asked me to marry
him, and [ wouldn't do it, because I
thought you loved him, and I knew, be-
ing man, he couldn't help learning to
love you. There, therep and she breaks
off with little sob that is half strangled
by Juliet's arm about her neck. -. 80
So the curtain falls on our little dra-
ma. Let us hope that this Glove on a
, balcony" may prove to be Of the right
sort that will last through life; that none
of them may ever take poison; and that
the stream that often has it's rocks and
shadows, sharp curves and rapids. may
) in this case, in spite of the old adage,
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