Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1881-02-23

poor dear Claude to elope or something; |
but continued to look calmly on, until
one evening Claude. with deep sigh, |
kissed Eda's hand as he babe her good
night, when I turned suddenly upon
them, and bade them follow me to my
room. There forgave-qulte as the
manner OF stage parent--the infatuated
midgets at their base dllplicity, gave
them my blessing, kissed them both;
and as soon as they, beaming with JOY,
had departed, /, also, beaming with Joy,
and not quite in the manner of a stage
parent, except, perhaps, Pindfore one,
executed a pirouette--ln honor OF my
newly acquired freedom. Mamma was
awfullv angry, but they are awfully hap
by, and they've named the baby after
me. My chains (they we're never very
heavy, / must confess) broken beyond
repair, I hirted more than ever, all the
time growing as weary as could be OF
hearing the same compliments and MAX
ing the same replies, and doing this
thing in the morning and that thing in
the afternoon, and the other in the even
ing, and at last l fed from the old fa-
miliar throng precipitantly one rainy
day, leaving my maid to pack my ward
robe and follow. And determined that
this summer / would thy pastures entire
ly new. Auntie had often told me of the
the pleasant, old fashioned farm house
which she discovered years ago, and l
coaXed mamma-promising to take Char
lev. our Youngest, who is the worrit
of her life. with me-to spend three of
my four out-of-the city months here.
And, Lottie, / have never been as hap
py before, and [ am firmly convinced
that here / have found the kind OF life
that would suit me best. [ was born to
love cows and chickens, to make butter,
to build pyramids of cabbages. .
"You!" laughed her friend. g | think
L see you III the dairy, in a neat cambria
dress. with sleeves rolled up to the ell
bows, stamping the pats OF butter with
your monogram, for that's as near as
you'd ever come to churnlrg; and i'll the
hennery, scattering corn to the chickens
from dainty white apron, q c6riously
shaped rustic hat meanwhile shading
your rose and cream complexion from
the sun. You born to love COWS and
chickens i--.YOu, who have reigned city
belle for four long years." #HH
"And for three been most ready to
abdicate BY the by"--with assumed
carelessness-" have you seen the young
farmer, the only child OF our host and
hostess?'
Certainly not" and Miss Mayell
Chances al her watch, 81 only arrived
two hours ago, and have seen no one but
you and your aunt But | can see him
in my minds eye,--tall, ungainly, and
speaks through his nose, eats with his
knife, says How p and stares at you as
though you were a being from another
sphere"
Your minds eye needs an eyeglass,
Miss MayelL It's vision is weak. Tall,
broad-shouldered, and calmly, if / may
use the word as [ mean it. | saw him
tossing hay to-day, and he looked like an
Apollo who had exchanged bis Tyre for a
pitchfork and profited by the change.
And his table manners are as exquisite
as your own, Miss Mayell, and he has
deep, full voice, and does not say How?'
and has scarcely looked, let alone STARED
at ne. [ have an idea that he regards
girls ct our ilk with quiet scorn, and
thinks of Us, If he thinks of us at all, as
hot house Rowers not to be compared
with the daisies growing wild in the
meadows" t#.tF ...,..
How keng have you been here,
Isabel"
''Six weeks" .
better GO away. You're regarding this
young farmer, who never looks at you
I don't believe that, however-too
sentimentally. You might come to be-
Ileve he has tallen in love with me. He
is SO different from the soft-voiced, per-
fumed dal2sngs by whom [ have been
surrounded all my life that, to use your
own words, with different application,
/ stare at him as though he were
being froaa another sphere. The young
farmer reads, Lottie, and reads books
which, though printed In our native Ian
guage wos12d be Greek to you and me;
and he nuanbers the poets among his
friends L peepei into mis- room one
day, and saw them ali, in blue and gold,
on his bookshelf He is an honest.
manly fellow, with no false pride about
him. I was idiot enough to fancy that
he might Ice the least bit confused when
L first saw him at work in bis red shirt.
and coarse. very broad brimmed straw
( hat, bat he saluted me as calmly ss
though he had been arrayed in the finest
garments. hnd his name is Nathaniel
NOT as pretty as Claude, but it means
the gift OF God The gift Of God, In
deed, his old mother says he has been to
her, and SO Will he be to the woman he
marries. And that woman must be &
bee, not a butterfly Lottie,' with
sudden feroeness, ii ever you tell, III
kill you ..,,-...-......
"My dear, when j do, you may. Isa-
bel, [ begin to suspect that you are
| really In love with another
of your odd passions-and that beneath
your butterfly wings turks the spirit Of
the bee. And L may live to see you
helping the p7tehfoflz Apollo toss the
hay, building obelisks and pyramids of
cabbages, copy celebrated sculptures in
beets, and heap frllnlps in imitation of
classic old ruins
81 lear me BOT, Miss MAXWELL. For
| though [ world be rraud To share II,