Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1880-11-17

dusty road that came from the great
world unknown, and ended in this little
town. This particular day that now
mention Miss Cherry was "Meta," the
heroine of wonderful fairy tale in verse.
and her spinning to her was the magic
carpet that she was weaving, and which,
as fast as woven, went wandering off till
it came to the feet of the fairy prince,
who would forthwith turn and glide over
it till he came to the fair girl who sat
weaving alone in her bower.
And fairer girl never sat and wove her
wool than this same quaint little maiden,
with her golden hair that waved from
the very parting in shining crinl1les like
the curled maple, and her round, white
arms and pretty pink fingers; her 1.-the,
girlish grace of form, her smooth, cam
did forehead, and those deep, dark eyes,
with heavy shading lashes, and the sweet,
tremulous mouth and the rose-pink
cheeks with their dainty dimples. And
SO thought man who sat upon tired
horse at her gate, and looked at the
pretty picture framed in the green of the
honeysuckle vine that, eptwined with
sweetbrier roses, grew luxuriantly over
the little porch where she sat spinning.
She did not see him at first, but after
while she raised her eyes and met his,
and forthwith In her simple little heart
knew him for her unknown prince for
whose coming she had waited two long
years, and she rose to greet him.
The "prince, whose arrival had not
even startled the pretty dreamer, was a
very prosaic one, being only known as
the s'prince of good fellows by his
friends in New York. But it was all the
same to her. He had come, and on
horseback; he was so different from the
awkward country lads who tried, in their
clumsy fashion, to be gallant to her, and
she went slowly down the little path to
the gate where he sat, still on his horse,
the hot rays of the sun seemingto glorify
him in those innocent eyes.
The sprince" was surprised out of his
usual nonchalance by the sight of this
childlike grace and beauty, and he plain
ly showed this admiration as she APP
preached and stood silent before him,
with her pretty eyes downcast.
"WIn you give me drink of water,
little one, and tell me how far it Is to the
town ?'
There was no reply in words to this
simple question, but the maiden held
open the gate and lifted those wonderful,
shy eyes, and somehow the man under
stood, and dismounted, and throwing the
bride over a paling in the shade, left the
horse and walked inside the gate. As
they went toward the house Stanley YER
denial, for that was his name, put out his
hand and plucked fair, half-opened bud
from the dearly priced white rose bush,
and then, tearing the beautiful bud open
with harsh fingers. inhaled the sweet
perfume, and then threw the ruined
flower to the ground. A shlver, as of
sudden cold, passed over the frame of the
young girl as she noted this wanton act.
but no good angel was by to tell her that
this action was a clear index to this mans
nature.
Amused by the wonderful combination
OF shyness and fearlessness, of ignorance
and education, of simplicity and childish
nalvette, this man staid ON in that little
vlne-coVered porch until the shadows be-
gan to fall. He questioned, and was an
swered until be knew all that that simple,
uneventful life of hers had known: he
was charmed by it's purity and inno-
cence and unconscious beauty. Man of
the world, as he was, he saw at glance
how those old books of poetry and i'm
possible romance had filled her mind un-
TIL she was the dreamer he had found
her, and he thought to himself man
would be worse than demon who would
abuse that child-Eke trust. And the next
moment he thought what a pleasant
thing it would be to have the love of so
pure woman, and how sweet to watch
the love dawn in that young heart
through those transparent eyes.
lie was the son Of a rich man in New
York, and he had been sent up in this
direction to look after some landed in
terest of his father, and in that way had
come upon this fresh young girl, who
both amused and charmed his weary
eyes.
He rode ON toward the village, on the
outskirts of which was then situated
Miss Cherry's cottage, though its quaint
gabIed roof now rises In the midst of q
Hourlshing town, and there took quarters
for few days stay, and the next after
noon he rode out to the yine-embowered
house where the pretty eyes were look
ing Tor his coming. Day after day he
sta1d on. His business was long since
finished, but yet he fingered, and every
afternoon found him on the little porch
talking to the lonely girl who had SO un-
hesitatingly accepted him as her prince.
He read to her and explained to her
many obscure passages; he sent for other
books, and together they cleaned ali of
pleasure they contained, but in all their
talks there was not one word from him of
that great city where he lived. He did
not wish to create desire in her for
larger life than the one she now knew
and was content in, and for reasons of
has own he did not wish to speak of his
own part in that whirl of society where
he belonged.
The people in those little towns all
seem to consider themselves sponsors for
each others conduct, and several times
these continual visits to this orphan girl
were canvassed and commented upon.
and at last deputation of three old
ladies agreed to go and counsel the child,