Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1881-07-20
Christiana dropped her lids again.

ooh, there were two or three-One an
artist, who made sketches for some great
paper, Mr.. Regal. I believe that is
the name; but one forgets, you know,
after years."
"Regal!" cried Carl. SIS it possible?
Why, TO be sure, I remember his
sketches in the papers that summer.
And did you know him well, then?"
"No, not well. He was reserved and
did not talk much to me, though he let
me look at his pictures sometimes, and
once came to the house to finish some
sketches one day, and I gave him bread
and milk. I remember that so we'll He
talked to me that day." and Christiana
sighed.
Carl looked at the girl narrowly.
"I wonder if she, too, has had an
affiaire glamour, and with Regal? ?" he
thought.
Illegal is a good artist" he said.
"He married friend of mine-a beauti-
full girl-about six years ago."
eyes; he showed me her picture that
day, with others. l remember 1t well.
He was a kind, good man"
When Carl walked home to his hotel
that night he carried the face of the Ger
man girl in his memory.
"She is so maize, so fresh, SO fair, "
he said" $50 unspoiled! [ must see her
again"
Before he slept he took from his pock-
ct little leather case, in which lay the
portrait of another girls face-a brilliant
face, with sparkling eyes and spirited
expression, and framed in mass Of rich
dark hair, stylishly coifured. It was
the face of one of society's belles-Edith
Morrow.
Chow different, how different! he
unused; sand yet both are beautiful.
But one is as God made her-the other
spoiled by the world and society. One
has heart to love with-the other q
heart worn with the praise of many
tongues" And he closed the case and
replaced it in his pocket, and retired to
his couch to dream of long eyelashes
and blonde hair and a pretty German
accent.
Carl Westoven had left America in q
bitter frame of mind. He was bache-
lor of thirty-two, of independent fortune
and luxurious tastes. He had ex-
perienced score of afiaires de coeor,
and at last had felt genuine attach
ment for one of society's belles-Edith
Morrow. She stirred his heart with a
power he vainly strove to combat; for,
like most 6Eose men, he wanted wife
who had no ''past no experience in
matters of the heart. And Edith Nor
row had been a belle for fully eight
years, had been engaged twice to his
knowledge, and had had half the men OF
his set crazy about her one time or an
other, He had always felt contempt
for this sort of woman-had openly ex-
pressed his disgust for Edith Morrow
long before he met her. Yet when they
did meet, in spite of it all he found him
self following IN the footsteps of his pre-
decessors and falling in love with her
she was SO bright, so full of life and fire
and magnetism, so witty, and so APP
parently free from any idea of desire of
conquest. He had fancied her full of
airs and affections. But as soon as he
realized his danger-knew that he was
falling victim to his fascinations-he
fed. He was too much man of the
world, too wise, not to know that Edith
Morrow was as much in earnest with him
as he was with her. It was no Irritation.
He could win her and keep her if he
chose to stay.
But what man wants woman who has
given the best of herself or her affections,
to one or a half-dozen others ?" he asked
himself, bitterly. 81 do not want wife
who has been in love with another man,
much less one who has been engaged
two Or three times. My wife must give
me the first and best and only love OF
her heart.
So he had gone abroad. And now he
had met a girl quite as beautiful in her
way as Edith Morrow, and wholly I'M
spoiled by the world. He thought of
her the first thing on awakening in the
morning.
"She could be made into a glorious
woman" he soliloquized. GA year or
two of travel, fashionable attire, little
teaching, and she would be superb.
She has such perfect repose of manners
already, and I know by her face she has
an affectionate nature, and would wor-
ship the man who gave her all these adj
vantages and was kind to her."
So with more serious thoughts con-
corning her than the fair Christiana
dreamed of, Carl Westoven made his
way to the cottage again the day follow
ing his first sight of her, and for many
days after. And at the end of two weeks
he had asked her to be his wife, and she
had referred him to her father.
81 will marry you if he does not for
bid it, she said, precisely as she would
have said, 81 will get you meal OF
victuals if he is willing"
Carl, secretly disappointed at Chris
tiana's lack of emotion, yet believing
that she simply controlled her feelings,
laid his suit before Herr Schiegel.
The old man rubbed his eyes, and
looked at Carl in amazement.
"Eh, marry our Christiana A nice
man you would be to tend the sheep and
till the land. No, no; we should all
come to want %
Carl laughed. "But I have money
enough to live without your sheep, Herr
Schiegel. And will buy you hun
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