Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1879-01-08

depot aroused her, and brushing AWAY
an impertinent tear, she exclaimed
aloud: "What a sentimental old thino
you are, Ruth Dean: why. yo, ought
to be wrlnkled and gray-headed and
senslble-you are only one of a thous.
and-~only one, f%f-N.
Whose over-hasty impulse drove him
! Past earthly joys he might secure
She arose and opened blind that
had tempered the hot June sun. Pull
ing towards her an overhanging vine,
she gathered a handful of roses, and as
she turned away from the window feft
herself half lifted from the floor in the
clasp of some intruder's arm.
Stein, dear little Stein, you great
frightful darlingW she exclaimed, as
her blonde-haired Teutonic nephew re-
leased her from his close embrace.
Il crept in by the back way to sur
prise yOu-see these COMPOUNDED splints,
how they bother me and my ankle
gives me twinge at every step. But,
Aunt Ruth. [ have not come alone
here's somebody that knows father
Mr.. Saywood-Aunt Ruth who-what
is the matter?' For, as Stein uttered
| his companions name, Ruth gave a
slight shrek. and stood pale and trern-
bling as tall bronzed, heavily-bearded
man came forward to greet her.
May | come in, Ruth % asked her
guest, with mock humility in his tone.
Dlck-Richard Saywood is it posi-
ble."
at is possible-it is the same Dick
who used to have SO little sense about
women-one woman particularly" he
| said, taking her hands in his and lead
ing her to seat.
Il came from Victoria to place my
stepsOn In school at San Francisco !;
while there Ilearned that my friend
Leonard was in Colorado. | dropped
in to see him for old acquaintance sake,
and there met Roberts son, and the
poor, bruised rascal needing an escort.
[ have guided him safe to your arms.
Could do less for his fathers SOM"
Il am grateful-but, Di--Mr. Say
wood" Numbered Ruth, half bewilder-
ed by his steady gaze, and the close
clasp of her unreleased hands, your
family-your wife-why have you not
brought her with you?'
81 have no family save my young
stepson, Maynard. His mother was
the wife of my dearest friend in that
rude land. He died, leaving his wife
and son in my care. She was an i'm
valid when married her; and two years
ago she died, and now Maynard is my
sole comforter. Are you still pitiless,
Ruth-my Ruth" he asked, in a voice
husky with emotion, as Ruth's fearful,
joyful eyes looked up into his question
ing face, giving him the full assurance
of that love he once doubted.
keturah Ann was somewhat scandal
lied at the brevity Of the preparations
for the wedding which followed this
meeting of those two "onsensible
bein's;' and she was heard to declare:
"Ef the ways Of Providence isn't the
ouscruterblist; here's that visit down
East that's been upset SO many times
comes to d weddin' tower after ALL"
Three years after Ruth's second mar
rlage, Mrs. Lane, visiting friends in
Maine, met Keturah Ann and made
some inquiries in regard to her former
neighbour
cts equal to novel how things have
come round" answered Keturah
"Here's Dick an Ruth livin' on the Ole
place, all fixed up beautiful, right ii
sight Of mountains an the sea: an
there's a little Robert a toddin' round
just the picter Of Dick. An STEMS
away at collige-as fond of weeds anC
craWhn' things AS ever-he'Q come tC
be one ofthem nateralists bime-by. An
that sober Maynard, as stiddy as dea
con a learnin' to be a farmer, an all O
'em is as busy an happy as mortals car
be in this uncertain world" ..n