Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-10-02

morrow"
"No, no. [ can not. If you did but
know how sweet Harry's voice can be
when he calls me-"
"CallsyOu what?"
ellis sweet rosebud"
Dolly's heart gave a strange little
leap, then calmly taking Marjorie's
hand, she said, listlessly.
"Rose-bud he calls you, does he?
When he calls you that again, tell him
to invent some new name; that one has
been in use too long. Now, Marcy, [
can hear no more; your happiness
makes you SELFISH
II always was that But you and he
must have been great friends, Dolly,
before l came. What did you talk
about %
Dolly shrugged her shoulders i'm
patiently.
"About you, of course"
"And was he always good and kind
to your"
Dolly shuddered, but replied, firmly,
"Harry Temples impulse is to be
good to every one," AID sighed to her
self, "Therein lies his Weakness"
"And he really never made love to
you?"
elf you ask any more questions,
Marcy, you will become fit subject
| for Bedlam, which [ already am"
The next morning Dolly came down
quite early, not having caught one mo-
ment Of quiet sleep.
''It seems as though my head were
on fire." she said, as she opened the
| door onI icSl1oJ forth for uo liz in thu
park ere the gong sounded for break
| fast.
ooh. my heart, my heart will break"
she exclaimed, leaning against a tree,
and shading her eyes from the refec-
ton of the sun shining on the water.
did | tell Marcy lie? No, no; she
asked if he had ever said he loved me,
and well ] know that though his actions
spoke it. the words were left unsaid.
Oh, how terrible it is to think Of any
one with such contempt! And yet [
love him, love him yetW
Poor Dolly's strength was well-nigh
gone, her head ached, nd her heart
beat in weary throbs.
ODDLY" said voice, SO close that
she started in alright" Dolly here |
am"
a see you," replied Dolly, frigidly;
then, relaxing, "Now that you are 60
ing to be my brother, | will allow you
to call me Dolly. 1t was sheer imper-
thence before.
ODDLY" and Harry Temple gazed
searcningly into her face, "have you
forgiven me-"
forgiven you. Why, for what? Oh
yes, for taking Marcy away from me!
No, not quite
THAT is not what | mean, Dolly.
Surely you have not forgotten the days
before your sister came?"
"When we were such good friends,
Mr.. Temple? All, no, you were very
kind to me, and / hope you will prove
a good husband to Marcy, having been
so good a friend to her sister,
Temple gazed to see whether she
were knocking, but Dolly looked him
firmly in the face.
"Is it not true? Were you not a
friend to me?"
Eyes, yes, Dolly. I am always your
friend. But if in any way have caused
yon pain"
Dolly burst into merry laugh, in
which Herbert Granger, hearing it from
a distance, detected a shade Of bitter
ness.
You cause me pain! Nonsense,
Harry Templel hoW could you?" and
Dolly's eyes opened to their widest
extent.
There was no answering this, and
with feeling of defeat Harry Temple
turned away. Could he but have seen
the sad eyes following him, and heard
the moan that escaped Dolly's lips, de-
feat would not have been SO sure.
"She is a born coquette," thought he.
~ am born actress" thought she.
Two years have gone by, and it is
Christmastide at Heathmore. The lit
tie church of St. James has been full of
would be helpers in decorating it, but
the real work has been done by one
pair of little brown hands, while the
wears wife, tall, blonde, and inspid, has
found her duty to consist in preventing
as many firtations as possible, and in
issuing as many orders to little Brown
Hands as she can invent.
ooh, Miss Esdaile," gushed forth one
| young malQen-' on, MISS ESQalle, Is IL
true that your beautiful sister is coming
to Heathmore for Christmas?'
Dolly bowed her head in assent.
"And it is in really true that she and
Mr.. Temple are as devoted as when
they were first married."
"Why I hope so,'> replied Dolly,
gravely.
Eyes, but-do you know, Miss
Esdaile, heard somebody say he had
been in love with you first"
"What nonsense, Louisa!" but the
fingers trembled, and the wreath Of
green's fell to the ground. "How very
awkward I am, to be sure! Will you
ask Mr. Knight to help me?'
This was the youth whose first symp-
toms had found vent in pronouncing
Dolly almost as good crlcketer as a