Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-02-27

were very great charity, but sh,
needeth our charity no more"
No. more p repeated old Ware
vacantly :,
"She died last night" answers Re
becca: and her lip trembles little.
There is no reply. Rebecca does no
break the long, long pause. She i.
used to the old mans moods. Finally
she sets her face to the road again; it i,
getting late. W.
Rebecca," says the old man, ab
ruptly, placing his bony hand upon
hers" Rebecca, you-you needn't put
her in Potter's Field She mightn't rest
easy, you know"
81 have no such superstitions,
friend" said Rebecca, smiling sweetly
1t can make very little difference tc
her now where she rests, poor nameless
wanderer"
"She had q name once" says
Timothy, standing erect. with strange
flush on his face. A bright AMI beauti-
tul woman once was my wife, Elizabeth
Ware"
TX \ X Y X
A long and weary winter has passed
a summer has frightened and faded
the autumn twilight is settling softly on
bloom and barrenness, as old Ware
stands at his gate once more, looking
down the road. In his hand is some
thing wrapped in white, which he sets
upon the gate post as gray clad grace
full figure comes walking up the road.
"Rebecca," he says, II return your
napkin"
Nay" says Rebecca, recognizing
her own initials" nay, friend, / have
an abundance"
open it, interrupted the old man,
abruptly. The gentle Quakeress is
used to humoring his moods, and as
she unties the linen, diamond ring
rolls glittering out upon its edge. There
is box of shining trinkets within and
a small gold watch.
They were all hers once, in the old
times" says old Ware, huskily, "be-
fore she left me. You may keep 'em
for her sake, and we will" He pauses;
there Is no answering movement from
Rebecca. "Or," he adds, with irrita-
ton and sudden energy, I'm Just heave
em overheard when [ quit here for
good and all. Yes, I'll quit here for
good and all. / never had no home
nor no friends-she spoiled all that
and l may as we'll finish it out that
away"
Rebecca clears her throat. at has
long been borne in upon me, Friend
Timothy" she says, in a high, con-
strained voice, as one vino delivers a
difficult message-"i it has long been
borne in upon my mind that thee is
living too much alone. There is none
to look after thee, or fix thee up bit
comfortable for the winter; and | have
had q clear leading from the Lord
which l have suffered hitherto to be
hidden in my HEARTH is that l should
offer thee a home with me Neighbor
Timothy. if SO be it seems good in thy
sight"
"A homer" said Timothy, looking
up queringiy at his weather beaten old
mansion. AS how, Rebecca %
As how, Rebecca? There was a
group of small boys hidden just below
the hedge, in the opening where the
great apple-tree dropped its fruitage Oil
either side the rails. Tom and Jim
and Dick were there, bare-legged, and
sly as weasels. Of course the apples
belonged to them on that side of the
fence; but then night was the safest
time for getting them. There was no
outstanding the logic of old Wares
dog by any argument of justice and
fair play. The twilight had quite faded
now. a pale moon shone in the heavens,
and there at the gate stood Rebccca,
with her hand in Timothy's.
"Whist, fellows whist We needn't
to rum" cries Tom. "Shes goin' to
have him for her ole man. Bully for
her Shell never set that dawg onto a
feller."
And with full pockets and beating
hearts the youngsters file off past old
Wares very gate. Tom gives a loud
whistle when the feat is achieved, and
stands a moment looking back with an
eye of approval. g knew it all along
back" says Tom, oracularly-" course
[ did; didn't see old Tinware looking
down that 'ere road time an agin arter
her? Why she could sweeten a crab
apple, she could !"
And [ think she did, for the boys of
the village had a grand dinner one day,
at which Mr.. Ware and his Quaker
bride walked down among them, smil
ing right and left, ard Tom and Dick
nodded knowingly to each other and
said, 81 told you so."
The Unfortunate Not the Most Unhappy.
1t was long ago found out that those
people who, according to their own