Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1879-06-25
A WOMAN AFTER ALL.

Take off that hideous bonnet, Dor
othy. | want to see your sweet little
face without it..
"Thou shouldst not speak so, Charles.
1t is very wrong"
'Why little Dorothy? Tell me why"
Chou knOwest favor is deceitful and
beauty is vain. We ought to bear our
testimony against the vanity of person
al looks"
Ought we? Then tell me why it
pleased Providence to make you so
beautiful, my small cousin?"
Hush, Charles; | will not permit
thee to speak to me in this manner"
And Dorothy Hicks, the little Quaker
ess, put on her grayest air, and strug-
gled valiantly to turn the corners of her
mouth down when they wanted to turn
up.
Don't look so serious, little girl. You
positively alarm me-" And Charles
Maynard burst into hearty laugh that
echoed through the poplar trees in the
old garden. "Now tell me, Dorothy
| insist upon knowing, and. as men,
Der of your family, [ think [ have a
right to be intermediate you going to
marry Broadbrim?'
Friend Ephraim is a worthy man.
Thou must not speak of him thus"
Look, Dorothy. There he is. [ will
quote no proverbs, but the rim of his
hat just turned the corner as spoke.
Now don't look as if you intended to 60
back to the house, for you are not going.
I'll tell you a secret. When [ was
down by the river this morning [ found
a boat with a tempting pair of oars ly-
ing in it, and made up my mind that
Dorothy Hicks and her wicked, worldly
cousin from the Ubiquitous city of New
York were going for row 10 that very
boat this evening"
st is neighbor Hancock's boat"
"He will let us have it."
Eyes. But, Charles, fear that it is
my duty"
mo, it isn't. You know you don't
want to spend this lovely evening in the
house entertaining Broadbrim, and you
do want to so and watch the sunset on
the river with me-"
Dorothy looks doubtfully towards the
house and wishfvlly towards the river.
'Fmme qui hesitate est perdue.
which means that if we don't hurry,
Graycoat will catch u.s." Charles takes
Dorothy's hand in his, and in mo-
ment they are on their way to the
shore.
''But, Charles, see that cloud in the
south. If there were to be stormp
"But there will not. Come, jump in"
Dorothy takes the management Of the
rudder into her little hands. and soon
they are gliding over the smooth sur
face Of the water, leaving a track of
slavery bubbles behind them. 1t is
a lovely evening. The misty shadows
oftwilight are gathering in the east;
and IN the west the clouds, blood-red
and purple, are casting rosy light all
over the broad river; fresh breese is
blowing aroung their faces. and waves
splash against the sides of the little boat
like low mOnotonous music. Charles
is talking of his city home, telling Dor
othy about the aunt and cousins she
has not seen for long time, and anus
ing her with stories of his college DAYS,
and his efforts to make@his way in his
profession, which at first were so I'M
successful. Neither of them notices
that the breeze grows every moment
stronger and fresher, and that the dark
cloud in the south has spread over the
horizon, and is covering it with dark
ness.
Presently low muttering growl of
thunder startles them from the dream
into which they have fallen.
''Turn back, Charles, turn back!"
screams Dorothy. 1.-The storm is on
u.s."
But there is no turning back. They
have been rowing with the tide. The
river is very wide, and the increasing
force of the waves and wind together
is SO strong that when they attempt
to turn about. the water rushes into the
tiny boat. Both faces grow pale in
the murky light as they see their
danger"
at is impossible; you cannot do it"
Tell me, Dorothy. what is that
dark object just ahead?''
at is ledge of rocks; but when the
tide comes in from the sea it will be
covered" and with a low moan, Dor
othy sinks down from her seat and COW
ers her face with her hands.