Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1882-02-01

the pleading of those blue, handsome
eyes than did her husband. He will win
her over with look" / was right; she
soon returned, and not alone.
Gle Will be very quiet, and she need
not see him. thought it would be bet
ter" all this apologetically.
He crossed the room as noiselessly as
woman, stopped over the bed in
shaded the lamp SO that the room was
in twilight, and SO we all three sat down
to wait.
For more than an hour we waited, then
Mary stole out. Capt. Tremayne looked
up as the door opened and closed; then,
with quick sigh, laid the brown curly
head upon the pillow as close as posi-
BILE to that OF the poor young wife with
out touching it, and his hand moved up
towards hers where it lay on the cover
let, but without touching that, either,
for fear of awaking or disturbing her.
1t was not until the first gray streaks
of daylight were struggling in through
the window, beside which L sat, that
there was a slight stir; she was awaking
at last.
Hugh - she breathed-dreamily at
first. then urgently Hugh !"
eyes, dear"
She turned her face toward where it
lay beside her, She was only partially
awake as yet, her eyes were still closed
but the hand on the coverlet crept soft
ly toward him, h1lttered over his face,
rested one moment caressingly on the
brown curls, then, with a long contented
sigh, her arm stole around his neck.
Husband, kiss me p
ellis presencehas saved her." was my
mental comment; "there is nothing now
to fear" and, unnoticed, L left the room.
Chilled and cramped with the long
sitting after the nights journey, was
not sorry to find the sitting room bright
with lamp and freight, the kettle sing
ing on the hob, breakfast as comfortably
laid out for two as if the hour had been
9 instead of 6, and Mrs. Merton as neat
and fresh and trim as if that midnight
tragedy had been all a dream. Let cav
Hers sneer as they may, there is nothing
for man like a wife, If she he q good
one. L myself may have had my doubts
on the subject-wives are but women
after all, and must therefore be trying
at times, even the best of them. But [
certainly had no doubts whatever as [
stretched out my feet to the blaze, and
resigned myself cheerfully to being
petted and waited on.
"Well?" questioned Mrs. Merton,
when my creature comforts had all been
duly attended to, and not before, /
told her how matters stood; she was de-
lighted
'sAud so they are fond of each other,
after all; and his being unkind to her
and her poor little baby was only a de-
fusion. How dreadful How delight
full, mean! Poor fellow; so young, and
handsome, and nice / felt so sorry for
him.
"He must have travelled down in the
same train as she did,"
ooh, no; he told me all about it, He
had been summoned up to town on bus
mess, and left home yesterday morning.
In the evening the nurse left her, as she
thought, asleep, to fetch something from
the kitchen"
"Have gossip there, you mean"
"JOhn," solemnly, "yOu don't like
nurses; you know you don't"
"My dear, [ am a married man, and,
moreover, an M. d. A well-balanced
mind must have somebody, or some class
of bodies, and, as a rule, medical men
hate nurses"
Nonsense, John! Well, Mrs. Ire
mayne got away while the nurse was
downstairs, and, being traced to the
station, where she had taken ticket for
London. Capt. Tremayne was tele-
graphed to, and was stopped as he got
into the train on his way home Some
one must have seen you leave the sta
tion."
GAS he came to look for her, some
body must have brought him; two came
to the door,
cit will be all right now that he has
found her, and is fond of her: she will
get quite well, and he will only have to
comfort her for the loss of her poor lit
lie baby"
] wipe my pen, blot the MS, and rise.
The story is done, and, as it is the first,
so will it probably be the last of which I
shall be guilty.
Mrs. Merton looks up from the glove
she is mending. "The story donei
Why, all you have written is only the
end You could not surely have the
heart to break off in that unsatisfactory
manner. Not word about Capt. Ire
mayne's gratitude, or the hamper they
sent us last Christmas, or the birth of
their little son last year, and the pretty
way in which she coaxed you to be god
father. though her uncle, the duke, was
only waiting to be asked; or how she in
sisted upon our bringing baby and
Johnny, and Freddy and how baby"
But / seized my hat and gloves.
Mary is, as [ have said, the best of
wives, if just little trying at times, and
her baby, the most wonderful of all
created babies-but I have an appoint
ment at -.