Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-12-18
BEAUTIFUL DREAMER.
An Unfortunate Serenade.


Night had closed her sable mantel
round the castle Of Mr. and Mrs. Tram
bles, and pinned it (the mantle) with a
star. You'll recognize that sentiment
as Poe's, s pose? The worthy couple
had retired, and no sound broke the
stiffness but an occasional slap when the
old gentleman interfered with the reyels
Of the mosquitoes that attempted to
skate around on his chronological rink.
But presently another sound was
heard. A sentimental young man, who
had recently moved to town, and who
had become enamOred of a young lady
living but few doors from the Tram
bles, had, in the darkness, mistaken the
house, and taken his stand beneath
their window, intent upon serenade.
He opened up with
BE utiful dreamer queen Of my song etc.
Mr.. Trambles jerked himself up on
one elbow and listened in establishment.
Presently he said:
Harriet, who is that fellow down
there calling a beautiful dreamer dye
s'pose-yOu or me-"
3: You Or me-" sneered Mrs. Tram
OlCS W." yOu uO DoduUlluI
dreamer, are your
"Well, [ don't know as lam" replied
Mr.. T., not when these hanged mos
quitoes keep me from going to sleep. at
any rate. To tell the truth, Harriet, I'm
of the opinion that beautiful dreamers
are mighty scarce articles about these
PREMISES
"On, [ don't know as they are," qui-
city replied Mrs. T.; ''some folks don't
lose their beauty as soon as some other
| folks do. At any rate you might know
/ that the dulcet-voiced minstrel isn't al
luding to you, for don't you hear what
he says beautiful dreamer, queen of
my song? Now, for PHYS sake, Absa-
lom, are you the queen Of anybody's
song?"
W-a-a-l," said Mr.. r., II hain'tnev-
er been very extensively advertised as
sech, I'll allow, but if [ can't get up and
sing the socks off'n you, or any of your
tribe, Harriet, I'll swap voices with a.
mule, and join the Italian OPERA"
did you ever hear the like in all
your born day ?" returned Mrs. T., who
was thinking of sundry com pliments
bestowed upon her voice by spooney
young men when, in her girlhood, size
used to drive the neighbors almost to
distraction with 9 Resale. the Prairie
Flower" and 1.-The Dying Californian"
Il want you to understand, Mr.. Tram
bles, that the only reason that my pa
rents didn't send me to Europe to prac
tice for a Primary Bonner was that my
constitution was too delicate to stand a
sea voyage"
Do you think you are stout enough
now to bear trip by canal as far as
Utica?' asked Mr.. T., In an aggravating
tone. People who talk as you do are
we'll cared for in big building there"
"Oh, you're awful smart !" replied
Mrs. T. ''It wouldn't do to put you in
an asylum; you're SO sharp that the
other lunatics would ask you to cut their
way out. 1t may be that am out Of
my right mind, but, thank heavens [
never came home from fat mems con-
vention at 2 o'clock in the morning
with the sleeves of my coat tied In a
hard knot around my neck, and a hat
box on my head y
ooh, you didn't !" said Mr.. T., some
what taken down. "Well, I'm glad to
hear you didn't. I'll tell you what you
have done, though-you've gone down
street many and many time, in broad
daylight, with my old leather valise
strapped to you for hustle p
"It's false p snapped Mrs. 7.
I" Yes, know it's false" replied Alb
SALON.; SO are your hair aud teetn."
This was too much for Harriet, and
catching up her bolster she dealt the
old gentleman a broanside across the
face and eyes. Absalom returned the
fire with spirit. and for few moments
the feathrrs literally flew. They tired
themselves out, presently, and again
the stiffness was unbroken, save by the
song of the minstrel below:
Beautiful dreamer, queen OF my song,
List! while WOO thee with soft melody"