Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1878-03-29

prouder mountain heights, its familiar
name, Block Height Flushed and
excited, and again cooled and ealmed,
they rested, while behind them the sun
went down, its orb quite hidden Ivy in
terlocking hills, and known only in its
final departure hy the uplifting from
the valley of the skirt OF sumptuouS
light
Now, Rcdolcttc, We must have y
solemn talk,
Gencrailg," said Redolctte, with A.
demure yet coquettish accent, " do
not like solemn talks.
Never mind, Willie insisted,
authoriativcly, whether YOU like them
or not Redolette-' He paused; he
was going To say, Redolette darling,
but he restrained, for the sake of
solcmnity, his hoyish warmth. Redo
lette, how old are you?'
She folded her hands in her lap, and
looked down like Il child ut school
called to the recitation bench One
roguish dimplc vanished beside her
mouth. Il shall be sixteen the fifth
of next month"
sixteen And what do you
know"
Redolctte laughed. / know hat"
Willie know that too. "Sweet SiX-
tcen-sweet sixtccn~ - he said in his
heart.
lie asked her, gravcly, "Where have
you been ut school =
q went for some time to Dr.
ks class at l., but | have not
been the last three terms. Judge Hunt
does not believe III schooling for girls
Just now am taking lessons in house
keeping of my aunt. ! stitch shirt
bosoms every day--four threads Of the
linen forward and two threads back, the
regular old-fashloned way sew and
cook and bake"
Bake repeated Willie, indignant
ly.
"Or sometimes | fry. II depends
upon whether It's doughnuts or bread
| would rather fry than bake; it is
more exciting
IL should think 50. indeed Why.
Rcdolcttc, these are the tortures Of thcl
lnquisition for yoa. Fry and bake
They might as well roast you ut the
take. OF course these things have tel
be done. We must have shirt boSoms
and bread, and it is right that YOU
should learn how to do them, or how 10
have them done; hut-spcnd your life
at such tasks? The idea is absurd.
We might us well harness doves toI
drays, or burn rose-buds in our CRATES.
Every work has its own workers. My
dear child there are two rules for prac-
teal ife-iirst, the greater must not bel
sacrificed to the less, and second VI
Here Willie was going to quote Carl yleI
at length, but he recollectcd that heI
was talking to 4 girl, and he modified
the grand sentences Of the philosopher
ending in, Know what thou eanst work
at, into, And you should do, Redo
lette, what you can do best. Now ifI
you can really do nothing better than
stitch and cook, then that is Your work |
But in this age of the world you are
not forced; you can your have choice
and YOU must remember that we areI
living in the time Of sewing machines
and scientific cooks. There's 10 need
of immoation in those departments of
labor. We are living in a time"
Willie hesitated i'll the midst Of his cIo-
qucncc Hurried by little thing; Just
the touch of his hand by Redolettc's-
an action softly, shyly done, but causing
him to descend from his speech to look
into her face. He paused for mo-
mcnt, enchanted by the serious sweet
gaze Of her dark eyes fixed upon his
But he recovered himself and went on
" DO you k7iow what age of the world
you belong to, Red3lcttc? DO you
know that youarc aeitizcn OF Christcn
dom? You have no right to so back
70 an age you were not born in; you
have no right to marry mar who bel
longs exclusively TO that age, and avail
yourself Of nothing that has occurred
since in the great march Of progress.
You Gun 90 back ifyou desircit. You areI
free you live i'll "a free land. Buff YOU doI
not desire it, if you feel that there is I
something higher III YOU than lite Of
drudgcry, unlighted by liberty that
makes drud4ery divine, unlighted by i
loye-and, Oh Rcdolettc, you do not
know what you are rclinqui,hing when
you rclinquish the possibility Of love
if you feel a stir in your pulse that
beats with what il highest and nearest
true iii the time We live iii, dariiuq Red
olettc (this time the emphasis was
laid with sufficient stress to compensate
for the former restraint), then would
die i thousand deaths rather than ~
you met iii these woods ~ selfish
soul, like Red Riding-hood by the wolf |
and lured into Il matched hut, and
eaten up, with 10 ear 70 hear your
poor innocent cry III, OH, what VIZ
eyes you've got and, Oh, what sharp
teeth you've got :
Willie was excited now. lie fright
ened Redalette. sAe sprang NJ before