Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-03-06
MARRYING TO ACCOMODATE.
Harper's Bazaar.

child-like bachelor, with no more
thought of matrimony than a newborn
baby. All his life he had lived with his
parents upon the little homestead and
apparently it had never occurred to him
that they three might not continue to
live there unsevered till the end of time ;
for when palsy laid low his mother he
looked about him in grieved astonish-
ment, telling each condoling friend that
he couldn't understand how she came
to die; she had never suffered any ex-
posture, and had always had plenty of
good nourishing food.
At her decease the care of his blind
old father naturally devolved upon Da-
vid, who, having recovered from his first
surprise that Providence should have
used him so, tied on his mothers apron,
and essayed to take her place in the do
nestle department.. All those were
dreary days, chronicling culinary re-
suits never before attained, let us hope,
by mortal man-resuits that tried even
the serenity of the sightless octogena-
rian, who had borne affliction and be-
reavement without a murmur.
"Seems to me, my son, [ wouldn't
worry about the cooking" he at last
suggested, mildly "That comes. more
handy to the wOmen-folks."
But let cooking come never so "handy"
to the women-folks," what availed it
to the "Yoppes so long as the women
come only to go? Jane Burrill, an ap-
ple-cheeked country lassie, hired out to
David of a Monday, and left of a Tues
day before the clothes were dry upon
the line; the widow Mulliken, her sue
cessor, departed at the end of a week;
Margaret Ramsay wouldn't stay where
there were no children; and Ellen Dun
lap wouldn't stay where there was no
matrOn. Thus one by one long pro-
cession of females passed in and out of
the hip-roofed house behind the lilacs,
till August found the Yopps again alone.
In this extremity David came to my
mother
81 don't know what father and II, do
for house keeper, Miss Farnsworth-
fact" said he, plaintively. do you
suppose Lovisa Braun would help us
spell, just to accommodate ?"
Ny mother smilingly shook her
head
"You forget how sensitive Miss LOW
sa is, David, and thatyo are a bachelor.
She'd be afraid people would talk
Sho, ma'am; you don'ts say p and
David's face redeemed furiously, till it
seemed to drain all color from his
tawny beard, leaving it positively pale.
Really, David, don't see but you'll
have to marry" laughed my mother,
mischievously, going on with her sew
ing.
His lower jaw dropped as if the re-
mark had been a blow, and had hit him
on the chin.
"You don't think, now, Miss Farms
worth, [ shall be necessitated to go to
that length?" he gasped.
ooh no, no; certainly not. [ only
spoke of it as the best means Of securing
permanent help"
Il don't know but I'd oughter marry"
unused David, uneasily. ''But the idea
comes to me rather sudden. [ hadn't
calculated on anything like that, and
seems S if twas too much to expect of
me-fact"
A few days later he again appeared
before my mother, twitching at his coat
collar in the vain endeavor to hide his
embarrassment.
eff SO be, Miss Farnsworth." he
stammered, with characteristic cork
screw twist of the neck" if so be [
couldn't get round marrying, what's
your notion about Lovisa; According to
the best of your belief, would she be
favorable to changing her sitovation ?"
He ended with his head quite to one
side, and tipped backward like chick
en'sin drinking, which forced my mo-
ther to address her reply to his occipital
curls. She could hazard no opinion on
the subject, she said She would advise
him to confer with the lady herself.
II hate to, mastery" groaned he,
with engaging candor; but this know
If [ ask any woman to have me, it III
be Lovisa."
Oddly enough, our minister on the
morrow preached an eloquent sermon
on the duty and the joy CT matrimony
g 1t is not good for man to be alone"
ran the text, and David, in the corner
pew, cast down his conscious eyes, feel
ing that he himself was the person in
Dictated.
1t was not good for man to be alone;
he had suspected this for some months,
and now the Bible confirmed his sus-
picion. He wanted to be good; he
wouldn't be alone any longer-fact; not
if he could help it: and he stole an in
quisitive glance across the aisle at the
lady of his heretofore hesitating choice.
He did more. Benediction pronounced,
he sided over to her, his face glowing
like the perennial carnation in her bon
net, and asked her opinion OF the dis
course. Didn't she think that was a
noble text?
Poor Miss Loyisa, taken quite by sur
prise, murmured something about it
being good sound doctrine, but hard to
live up to, and hurried across the way