Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1880-04-28

stocking, his idol Aramlnta, for whose
hand he is too bashful to propose. He's
a nice young fellow, but, oh, such bore.
That decides me; go at eleven
And in the smoking train that left
Opoliston at eleven o'clock bound for
Metroville sat DR.. Arthur Delaney puff
ing cigar gravely.
Father said Miss Fairfax, while
presiding over n cunning little breakfast
table in cosy little diuing-room in the
most comfortable little house III the little
city of Metroville, envy mind is made
up. [ cannot take the money! cannot
marry man at the order of another
even if that other does offer me one hun
dred thousand dollars to do so.
"Wel1, my dear Fidelia," returned
Mr.. Fairfax, "I do not feel competent
to advise you further than bid you fol-
low the dictates of your own heart
Still, my love, [ would counsel you not
to be hasty, if your dear mother were
alive she could tell you in moment
what to dol must say, though, Fidelia,
that one hundred thousand dollars is"
eyes, pa, I know, one hundred thou
sand dollars is great deal of money,
but even that sum cannot tempt me to
marry a man I do not love, have never
seen in fact Was girl ever placed in
such humiliating position? l wish the
eccentric old Mr.. Tobias Queerby had
been content to keep his eccentricity to
| himself. The idea! If the friend
ship that existed between you and Mr..
, Delaney and him gave him the right to
dispose of the hands and hearts of his
friends children.
! ''But you needn't marry him, you
know, my DEAR" said Mr.. Fairfax. elf
| [ had not been SO unfortunate the past
few years I would say once give up this
| fortune: but [ cannot leave you much,
nv love, and [ know what comforting
thing money is.
"But [ can't marry him, pa.
"Well, MI. Greenland Kent, the at
torney, says the condition is not legal.
But oh, pa, Mr.. Queerby relied on
my honor not to take the money with
out accepting the condition, and my
honor makes the condition binding If
the law does not" said Miss Fairfax de-
cidedly.
"Time, my DEAR" replied the gentle
man; styet this l must say, Fidelia, [
have often heard your poor dear mother
speak of Mr. Delaney, and always III
terms of the highest praise, and, you
know that as a general rule sons are like
their fathers. / have no doubt he is
most estimable young man"
"I have no doubt he is, pa. / dare
say that he can interlard his converse
ton with yards of Latin that he don't
half understand, can write sonnets and
triolets In lady's album, can tell the
best time of all the oarsmen and race
horses, can play polo, can tell what kind
of q coat ought to be worn on each day
of the week, can say very clevah, bal
jove, as if he were thorough man of the
world, can tell what new play is going to
be success, can hirt with everybody
and VOW all the girls are breaking their
poor hearts for him, can tell college
yarns all night and laugh loudest at his
own wit and, in short, prove himself an
honor to society and Harvard college. [
can see him now talking to his pal (there
are no more classmates; pals and college
slang murdered them long ago. and say
ing: ooh, bia Jupitah, old fellah, it's a
! dooced bore, We know, but the poor little
girl will break her heart if [ don't marry
her, and suppose [ will have to, bal
Jove, yaas, while all the time he hates
| me like poison.
CHOW, now, now, Dealie, my love !"
cried Mr. Fairfax, 'fthis is not right"
get he could not refrain from laughing
"You are unjust, unkind-you should
not speak so Of one you have never
SEEM sob, papa - exclaimed Fidelia,
suddenly clasping her hands and shaking
her black curls, merrily.
Ell
81 have an idea. The lawyers letter
says Mr.. Fairfax lives in Opoliston.
Now, Rena Lester lives there, and she's
my schoolmate and she's been begging
me to call on her. There's a train leaves
at eleven and I'll go to-day. I'll con-
trive to see Mr.. Arthur Delaney with
out being seen, and I'll Judge by his
looks whether I'll ask him to be intro
duced If don't like him I'll throw the
fortune to the hospitals and become an
old maid, and make tea forever for my
dear, stupid, loving, darlingpa. So make
haste, pa, must prepare for my jour-
ney.
6" But you are not going to-day, my
DEAR" complained Mr.. Fairfax, "you
forget that your cousin Araminta is COM
ing to-day to stop with us, and she might
be offended if you were not here to re-
ceive her,
"Pa, if anything could drive me from
the house it would be the thought that I
would have to listen to the dissertations
of the learned Araminta and hear her
praises of that modest, unassuming
Uriah, whoever he, is. Araminta is a
good enough body, pa, but she does
weary me SO. That decides me. I go
to-day"
In the drawing-room car of the train
that left Metroville at eleven o'clock
bound for Opoliston, sat Miss Fidelia
Fairfax reading the latest novel.
''Jack, said Arthur Delaney, tossing
his hat on the table in Jack Merton
room, and throwing himself on the
lounge, care you quite sure you were
right about Miss Fairfax's house being
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