Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1881-02-23
A PYRAMID OF ckBBAGES.
tFrom HaIper's Weekly


'sWhy, where are you going, Isabel
Eastman? Not into the tarm-yard,
surely?"
''Yes, Miss l4ettie Mayell, am 60
ing into the farm-yard surely" replied
Isabel: with misehievous light in her
gay ewes. and q charming smile on her
prettily curved lips, as she opened the
gate leading to that place. Nowhere
else can we be confidential without run
ming the risk of being overheard. The
farmers family are IN the orchard;
Charley aud half-dozen of his play
mates are playing In the flower garden;
there's young couple in the parlor at
the piano, he making love, and she not
making music, and a still Younger
couple whispering and giggling in the
bay-window; auntie in my room enjoy
ing Splendid Misery; and grandma
is In auntie's room darning stockings.
And SO. if you really want to hear
right away why L am here instead
of st one Of my usual summer haunts,
you Iqust cen follow me to the farm
yard Besides which"-speaking with
increased aninlation-''I have lately,
strange as it may seem to you, devel-
oped quite a passion for farm-yards.
cit doesn't seem at al strange to me,
my dear, for during our ten years
friendship you've always been devel-
oping some odd passion on other. But
I've never lost faith in you Lead on;
Ell fellow"
And stepping daintlly and gracefully,
uniMDeded by trains or, demi-trains, the
young girls threaded their way through
the crowd of hens and chickens holding a
loud and lively conversation preparatory
to gGing to roost; past the COWS waiting
to be MIXED, and turning their heads TO
look after the intruders with great SOL
enln Brown eyes; and old Lowhead. the
white horse, Stacking his thirst at the
water trough-to the extreme end Of the
yard, where a pile of cabbaees, neatly
arranged IN the form of pyramid, con-
fronted them.
Behold" said Isabel, stopping be-
fore 1t, 'ffhow nature lends herself to art!
Chat sounds well though I don't know
as it means anything.) This mighty
structure, formed Of the green and sue
culent cabbage, Is no doubt the work of
soBse humble field-laborer, who having
read of rshe: pyramids of Egypt-incited
thecetQ, no doubt by the newspapers
pafagraphsaabout our own dear obeIisk
has sought to vary the monotony of cab
bage life by building as close an imita-
tl0D as lis material would allow. Let
Us hope that this flight of imagination
may lead to q higher one, and that the
cabbage man like the butter woman.
mag meet with public recognition, and
at last be crowned with a wreath of lau-
rels Often from the h1mblest source
spring great works OF genius. Burns
LottEe > breaking offsuddenly, and as
Stunning a reDroachful tone-'swhy do
YOU break LII upon my eloquence with
rude aad glnseemingly laughter? [ was
about to repeat to you Longfellow's last
poem now / won't See what your
frivolitT has lost you! And take a seat
on the extreme base of the pyramid Ct
prefer the mound of sods in this seclud-
ed corner, sacred to somebody's rake Snd
hoe), while go back tie the common
place.
''Thaak YOU Bell DEAR III share the
sods with you, If you phase I have
an idea that cabbage would prove a
very uncomfortable seat under any cir
cumstanoes- And do go back to the
commonplace, that's a darling. for Tn
dying to know what has happened since
we parted an age ago. y
:" An age ago. One year and half
exactly. ! was then engaged to Claude
Wenner. Pretty name, isn't 1T? And
he was q pretty little fellow with nice
curly hair and lovely blue eyes, with
lashes long enough for bang, small
dimpled hands. and not an Idea in his
little round head. My mother-with all
due Difference I say it-and his mother
to whom accord much less Difference
made the match when I was but 1S
and J. unmade it at 20 / never loved
Claude. How could I.e And he never
loved me. How could he? We were
the victims of cirea instances and match
making mammals. and tive mortals gnore
unlike it would be bard to find He WAS
the mast conventional of men, and would
have nearly died If All one of those dreary
dinner parties in which kis soul de-
lighted somebody had whispered to hial
that his back hair WASP parted straight
while j have often been strongly tempt
ed to shock the full-dDessed guests, as
the very start, by asking for some more
soup.
Well, last June, at Newport, my
din1lnutive friend, Eda SFlythe, with a
head the exact counterpart OF ClMlde's,
appeared upon the scene, and she and
my betrothed fell in love with each
other at first sight. Mamma fsetted and
fnmed, and scoldeGs and asked me, With
tragic emphasis, how 7 could iook calm
~ on and see SO many khousalxls,of dol
Jars being lost to the family, for she was