Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1879-06-18

heaven but to marry you, Gervais."
Miss Julia had no evening paper that
night, / come here to marry Gervais
Whyte! The Purcell heggar!
1t was the next morning that, going
to the village for something that Miss
Julia couldn't bring herself to wait for,
after her maid had arranged her for the
day, [ met the sleighing party with all
their jangle of bells and voices, Mr..
Gervais touched his hat without looking
at me. The rest swept by with less
The lesson is learned early and easy.
Since then I sit at Miss Julia's table
altogether and see no one. / will not
trouble Mr.. Gervais Whyte with that
lesson.
February 1.-THE longest, longest
fortnight! Idon't know how l am GO
ing to turn out; am a little curious to
see I wonder what they are doing at
Carecross; if they pity me in this exile;
if they laugh at my Quixotism. But
when [ learned of this Mrs. White and
this poor little Miss Julia, after the let
ter her maid wrote, and the one dictated
to Mr.. Gervais, and the word brought by
the messenger sent to spy out the
land, was resolved to see it out. She
is very fond Of me; it quite pays one;
she calls me her comforter; sometimes
she kisses my hands. She folds her
hands and says her prayers in her chair.
She never used say her prayers at all.
Some of the "high-fyers" who are
visiting here were singing the other
night; we were sitting in the moonlight,
and | set the door open for her to listen.
1 haven't spoken to Mr.. Gervais since
the night Mrs. Whyte SO emphatically
announced my intentions. [ have left
the room as he entered on his daily call.
| have walked on roads he never takes.
But | never fail to encounter him, and
it makes my blood run cold to look at
him, to recall Mrs. Whyte's lesson, to
observe his aptness at learning. He
did send me some new boOks-,aObSesse
obhge: l told James to put them back
on his hesk. And he put bunch of
violets in my hand as he passed while l
spoke with Miss Julia's doctor: I left
them on the hall table. Sunday before
last he sat in the great square pew,
where he could look me full in the face;
but after the first | never glanced up,
and last Sunday [ didn't 60 to church.
| Yet see his troubled and pale; per-
haps he is to marry Miss Mayne in spite
CT his aversion, and it worries him. All,
that is shameful. | would not have
thought it Of one like him-so perfect
as be is, as he is! To-day Mrs. Whyte
casually remarked to Miss Julia that
she thought Gervais would go to Europe
if he married Miss Mayne. He speaks
all the modern languages" said she.
THAT is an advantage" said I; for
glish."
az am glad" said Miss Julia, after
ward, "that there's some one beside me
not afraid of Mrs. Whyte. Not that Pm
not afraid OF her: often feel like cow
ering and whimpering when she opens
the door. But l call up all my nerves
instead, and snap at her."
"It isn't right" said; "and I'm sor-
ry am SO i'll natured. But who could
Nobody, my child, Aud you're not
ll-natured-you're perfection"
And think she really believesit. But,
| AS | said, we were sitting in the moon
light, listening to the singing, when l
saw shadow in the door, and Mr.. Ger
vais came in and shut it behind him.
"NoW you've shut out the music"
said Miss Julia.
"Do you call that music?' he asked.
"Antoine here can sing a thousand
tome, sing me that German song again"
Sing for Mr.. Geryais! And who had
never asked me.
"You are dreaming, Miss JULIA" I
said.
''Let me dream too, Miss Antoine"
said Mr.. Gervais. won't you sing the
song?"
l thought I had better sing than make
a scene. So did. sang adelaide. :"
[ don't know why it moved me so; but
it did. 1t did, although I was 50 angry
wish myself. felt as if l were linger-
ing beside my grave, and saying those
passionate things to my lover, and, to
save me, couldn't hinder the tears
rolling over my cheeks; and when [
| looked up there were tears in his eyes,
too; saw them shine in the moonlight.
cit is divine" said he, coming and tax
ing my hand. "Good heavens! your
hand is cold as death =;
81 have been singing a death-song,"
I said. -
And then he turned abruptly and
| went out of the room. [ suppose he can
not help himself now-he is pledged;
but oh! why did ever come here? why
did I ever come here? why did ever
come here?
"You were singing death-song, and
your voice sounded like an angels"
said Miss Julia. 81 wish you could have
seen yourself, with your black hair and
your blue eyes, and the tears falling in
the moonshine, and the purple shadow
of the room about you. think Ger
vais is in love with you, Antoine"
"Cousin JULIA" cried a harsh voice,
as the Duchess of Mangel-Wurzel sailed
in, 81 will be obliged to you to cease
such childish talk. You may as we'll
understand, once for all, that Gervais is
to marry very different"
| "Hoity-toity !" cried Cousin Julia. 81
!,