Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1881-07-13

to be in the Green Mountains, wearing
butternut clothes, and carrying Marthy' s
milk-pa1l."
Dick groaned in anguish of spirit.
"And I've always told her I couldn t
afford to come after her quite yet.
Give it to me-you cant hit me too
hard; but, oh do help me out of the
scrape -
Help you out? Well, I should
think you would be glad to be in it..
Just to think of that little Vermont bios
som, tasting like cream and maple sugar,
I'll warrant, if blossoms ever do taste;
just think of her dropping down any
minute among all the furbelows, the
frizzes, the paints and powders of the
ladies of our set!'
ooh, Al don't harrow fellow so. I
don't believe you imagine how deep in
for it. There's Kate Richardson. now,
when you talk about flowers; she's a
tiger lily; she's real cactus; she's tea
rose; she's magnificent, she's glorious,
she's radiant. Oh. Al Fisher, can't you
see how I love her?"
and he?"-the question was like a
flame springing from bed of Goals.
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in love in my life. I wasn't sure about
her; but one night, month ago, I was
carried completely away. I forgot all
about Marthy, and I asked her to marry
me. By George, she said she would;
sand should have been the happy alto
gether, if, after my first transport, little
Marthy hadn't occurred to me again.
Now I'm engaged to both of them, don't
you see, and it's the deuce of mess. I
wouldn't give up Kate if I could, and I
don't see hoy / could give up Marthy if
1 would"
A silence fell between the two then,
in which the falling of cigar ash might
have echoed, and the twilight, stealing
down, came, like veil to cover silence.
1t was fully six months later when
Kate Richardson walked into sleeping
car at Omaha, followed by baggage and
a porter. Her step was so quick and
confident, her accoutrements were so ap-
propriate, and the porter followed her
with so deferential an air, that the pas
sengers, making themselves comfortable
on either side of the aisle, looked after
her with great respect for her style.
every common sort of people: shan't
make the acquaintance of any of them, !"
Miss Richardson thought, as she OBJ
served them in glance, without SEEM
ing to. She paused near the middle of
the car.
''Put my things here" she said to
the porter. 81 have the whole section
and you may pile them all on the front
seat"
She sat down upon the back seat and
spread her skirts comfortably, took out
her silk handkerchief and wiped her
lips, sighed as enduring a penance,
smoothed the collar of her ulster and
thought what bore crossing the CONT
nent was. The prominent setting of a
ring, visible under her glove, made one
forefnger noticeable; and it might have
been tenderness or not, but she placed
her elbow on the arm Of her seat and
rested her lips upon it.
In the meantime the car was rapidly
filling. There was much talk between
the passengers and porter, and from her
square of window she could see piles of
trunks being carried forward By-and-
by the cars gave a little shake and
culver as if rousing; then jerk, diz-
", gliding motion, and then Miss Rich
ardson became conscious that someone
spoke to her. It was voice that was
apology itself, as it said:
ooh, if you please, ma'am, it's mis-
take, and I've had so many Mistakes"
and it was almost cry for help. It had
color in its cheeks and its lips, little
mouth and a shiny light in its hazel
eyes. 1t carried a portmanteau, and the
porter lowered above all with a patron
zing air.
Miss Richardson was disturbed. "But,
porter" said she, 81 had engaged the
whole OF this section. I don't want
anyone in with me. I shall have no place
to put my things"
The hazel eyes were turned piteously
upon her, but the voice was tinged with
bit of dignity, albiet touched with
tears as it answered:
"Never mind; perhaps there's another
half section unoccupied."
"They amt no other one, 'thout it's a
gentleman in the lower berth, if you
don't mind that, Miss" said the porter.
The distressed face was picture.
ooh, well, well p Miss Richardson
interposed IN bored tone. 81 suppose
I shall be able to manage somehow,
and dare say that we shall be comfort
able enough"
The portmanteau was placed as a snug
neighbor to the stylish traps IN the front
seat, and the little woman made herself
quite small in the corner farthest from
her grand companion, never SO much as
attempting to steal a glance from the
window monopolized by Miss Richard
sons elbow. But presently she leaned
toward Miss Richardson and touched her
shoulder softly.
ct am so much obliged to you," she
said, gratefully, "and I'm sure I shan't
incommode you any more than I can
help
Miss Richardson made her a gracious
reply, and soon became interested il her
book. At length she yawned and closed
it. The afternoon was passing. The
scene was rich In hillowy green and
stretching plain, and across the green
level the day was mellowing away to it's