Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-01-30

but hear it through, Nora. And SO is
this He who discommendeth others
obliquely commendcth HIMSELF He
who whispered their infrmities pro-
claims his own exemption from Them
and consequently says. l am not as this
publican, or hic niger, -
CHOW, Horrie, don't 1t may be all
true enough, but beautiful it isn't, and
if Mr.. Browne were a man of taste, he
surely could select better language
What does hic niger mean?"
You don't understand, darling. 1t
is"
"Whose fault is that, Horace? Mr.
Brownies | think, for he should write so
people could understand him."
"When you read him, my Nora, your
active little mind will appreciate the
beauty and nobility of his. | would
not for the world have you any differ
ent from your dear little self, but would
like to have you read my favorite au-
thors. Let me lend you volume of
Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy"
just at that moment, a large black
dog sprang from the bushes, and rushed
towards the advancing couple, lashing
his tail and barking violently.
Ceiling to me, darling Follow me !!
Run y and Horace started off toward q
high board fence, pulling Nora along,
till she managed to slip her hand away,
and stood with look of amusement
and vexation watching her lover. He
sprung to the top of the fence,-then
came one of the "rubs, doublings or
wrenches," and he fell to the other
side.
With the words, Keep close to me,
darling" he picked himself up, and
rushed frantically over the field
The dog in the meantime was bark
ing, and frowning upon Nora.
well, Tige, good fellow" she said,
patting his shaggy head, 81 guess you've
scared him off, and now you must stay
by me, for I've got to walk two miles, :
all alone in the dark, Tige. l shouldn't
mind Il volume of the melancholy book,
now, good doggic."
1t did look pretty gloomy, and Nora,
though a brave girl, couldn't help think
ing of tramps, and SO she kept close to
Tiger, and kept up q running talk to him
and herself.
viii he come back. Tiger? or is he
gone for good? And where will he think
| am? And if he should come back,
old fellow, would he be afraid of you?
And wouldn't it be fun to think he was
a tramp and set you on him, Tiger |!
What would you do then, doggie Tell
him you could take better care of Nora
than he could? And what would he
say then? | am not as hic uger9 No,
he isn't, Tiger And don't tell any one,
Tiger, but [ can't marry a man after all !,
who would only read the books. That
is all very nice, but l couldn't always de-
fend and protect him"
A very merry laugh broke in upon
Nora's sOliloquy at this moment. Ger
tainly a tramp would not laugh so hap
PLY, and Nora's face flushed rather than
paled, as she thought Of her careless
words to the dog and looked doubtfully
at the figure of the young man a few
feet from her.
please excuse me, Miss Moore Can
you ever forgive Inc, but | have done
my best to keep in ever since he ran
off. But this was too much for me-"
and Jack Hubbard went off into another
ringing laugh, with which Nora was
forced reluctantly to join. Jack was a
cousin of Horaces, as fond of active
life and outdoor sport. as Horace was of
by-gone volumes and musty books.
Il should have come right up, Miss
Moore" he went on, but [ saw YOU
were not bit afraid. and meant to see
you didn't get frightened. You didn't
know | was following, for Tige made
so much clatter over these leaves and
branches. Can you pardon ne, Miss
Moore?'
Eyes, but please, Mr.. Hubbard, don't
tell of this, and l thank you very much,
but you needn't go home with me, / am
not afraid"
"Please let me-" pleaded Jack, land
let me atone for my eavesdropping. Miss
Moore"
And where all this time was Horace
Flying over fields, with a good many
"rubs, doublings and wrenches," till half
a mile had been passed over.
And then he missed Nora.
He could have sat down then, and
written an Anatomy of Melancholy
himself, or rather an Anatomy of shame
and chagrln and vexatlon. What would
Nora do? Probably walk toward the
village, and so he finally decided to go
through a shortcut, meet her on the
road, upbraid her a little for not keep
ing close to him, and make it all right
by kissing her fervently, and telling her
she might destroy all the books in the
world, and he would still be happy so
lOno as she WAS left
This was the programme, no sooner
decided on, than begun 10 be carried
out, but first he cut good stout hickory
staff, with which to ward off the black
dog, should it again appear. and a little
the worse both in looks and feelings for
his run, he started up the road.
He had not gone very far before the
big black dog did appear, bounding along
gaily. Horace raised his stick, and
would have dealt the animal blow,
had not a hand been quickly laid on
his arm, and very decided little voice