Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-07-31

where live, and this is a winsome, coun77
try in its way. | think we shall soon,
have promise of spring.
On that big stern rock outside tie
window | saw the poor moss growing
Just IA little. green. I can get some old
house, and old houses can be refurnish-
ed. Cold gray ,homespun, can give
place to Persian woods, odorous fires
! eau stin glow in the old chimney places.
Since it is your will,i Sir, to remain in
this place, you will not objectif / make
this wilderness, to blossom as the
rose" ..;5,,..... .r...,f.y ...fF r,..,.
Mrs. Delplaine," he said, crunch
ing the slim white hand that rested on
the arm of the chair close in the quiv-
erillg muscles of his own. g9.aio ~ 3
1 FMy nameis Laura" she interrupted
EsoftIy.t ,.... -, .....r..,..l,;.a.., -.
: :" Mrs. Delplaine," he repeated, you
Ewilfn not remain here, neither will / 60
| Nou will take with you the only true
happiness d. have ever known; the
-[n1emory Of it will perhaps serve to
make the rest of my life gendurable
And now let me tell you, loveiest and
most generous of women, why [ cannot
90 and you cannot stay When | was
but a lad of 20,' said the preacher,
land still pursuing my studies, | fell in
love with a young woman who lived in
the neighborhood of the college. l
soon learned that her passion was
feigned from the first, and that she only
married me from motives of cOnve-
nience; but mine. such as it was, found
ed upon a delusIon, and nursed by
| ephemera vagaries of the brain, led
me into, a FOOLS paradise; and even
when the bitterness of her mistake and
my own began to eat into our lives, it
sickens me to remember how | strove
against it, how meanly and servilely
Shut my eyes and CROPPED blinfolded for
! the old nockery.I BUTT had long been
ghost, and the time came when even
the memory of it was a curse. Then
the cross was perhaps heavier for her to
bear than it was for me. ....,
| . "Tied- to a man whose pursuits.
thoughts, ambitions, affections she
could neither understand nor appreci-
ate, condemned to the propriety and
soberness allotted TO the life of a preach
er's wife. even denied the comforts of
wearing gay trinkets and apparel, often
she has told me that she envied the
freedom of an Indian squaw, and how
glad she'd be to know nothing but
Choctaw, to get rid Of the eternal
preaching, preaching"
"Poor soulr said Mrs Delplaine, with
an involuntary shudder at the life the
parsOn portrayed. Then she added with
infinite tenderness, "Ah. but she did not
| love you.p .tf. ...t,
"No," said Mr.. Hume" and God for
give me, there were times when [ was
tempted to put an end to my life, it
bred such misery for us both. At last a
merclful Providence, | can only think
it such, enfeebled her health and took
the corporal sting fOm her slavery.
The powerful Vitality which lent dan
gerous strength to her loungings and
discomfort was broken, and she became
content to be amused and taken care of
| in a way that was possible to me- An
| old nurse connected with the family was
induced to take entire charge of her
The Incidence of southern cline suit
ed her desires and capacities. As for
me, the rigor and sterility of this region
held a charm for me; It's loneliness, its
isolation, sOothed and consOled me;
and so the years WENT by, till you
came" ........,s. .....,....,....,.,.t III.
Here he got, upon his feet and bent
over her, taking both her hands in his.
His face had gradually gained a sad
serenity. g [ cannot be sorry we met"
he said, lit has been such a JOY to me.
Even in parting there IS something
sweet in the knowledge that you take
with you some brief interestin my poor
life" -,.... .sl 9-H na1 81 =, J.
Ms. Delplaine's hands trembled with
in his own. The story Of the parson
held something sinister to a light, luxu-
tied at the easement; heavy black
canopy of, cloud had fallen upon the
mountain and hung there like a pail;
the room had grown dark. and cold.
Suddenly Mrs. Delplaine kicked with
her little heel the embers into d blaze;
resolutely she turned from the window;
her eyes shone tenderly, flame of col
or burned in her cheek. mob ~ II .,d~
"Why should we part?' she said,
looking gravely up in his face. r." [
will not have it so. Why should both
our lives be spoiled? You did what
you could for ner while she lived = :"
!" abr, said MIR. Hume, drawing a
QUICK breath. ,a,s.sauq eggvne.s
=" What-what is it?" cried Mrs. Del
plaine.y = she is dead; Hager told me
she died long ago. tead9gaIL uoi.si
"No, no." said Mr.. Hume. r"sGod
forbid! She is not yet fit to die" ....,l
Then Mrs. Delplaine sank back in her
chair and drew her hands from his. g I
would like to be alone" she said, and
before heIwas fairly out Of the room She
burst into passionate weeping; but the
minister went straight to his study,
where he passed the night in .Wakeful
misery. 10" al ,ayg. ,.............,......
At daybreak the stage stopped again
at the pason's door, and several big
trunks we're hoisted to the top. Hagar
helped in a yelled and shawled figure
that seemed to the few passengers
principally made up of big wistful eyes.
fTh oCo oxou ,roro trl,,od to tho wind ou,o