Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1882-01-25

what he seldom did now she was not a
child and had given up climbing on his
| knee; he laid his lips to her lips and
kissed her good night.
In the morning she was haggard look
ing and white. and there were dark cir
Giles under her eyes. She tried to laugh
it off with him, and said, "Look as if
I'd been on tear last night,-a regular
bowling racket, as the boys say,-don't
I?"
"No," said SculIy, "iust little 'oh,
that's all. You'll be all right by
night
Hazel returned his glance in way he
never forgot. A smile crossed her lips
but she did not speak.
"D-n him p said Scully, under his
breath, as he thought of Clyde.
"The worst of it is that he doesn't
care shucks for her," said Bridgeman.
Scully kept lookout all that day for
Clyde. After awhile he saw the Texan
moving among the horses, and stopped
him as he was going away. "You heard
how Hazel disappointed the house last
night ?" he said.
"No," said Clyde, with scarcely con-
cealed ina patience at being detained.
"She didn't follow the bill-wasn't up
to the Leap"
"No?" said Clyde again.
"Have you seen her in that ?"
emo"
"Good Lordr' muttered the other;
"cant I get anything out of the man
but sno -"
Clyde was pulling at his mustache in
a bored indifferent wav
Scully wondered what Hazel could see
in him to like. 81 want you to be front
tonight" he continued, "and see her
when she comes on for her Leap Est
the best thing she does"
eyes" assented Clyde, with an unin-
terested air.
"You'n be sure to be there Sit close
to the ladder, if you will. I'll have a
place kept for you. You can be there
easily enough. You don't ride after
half-past; and what do you generally do
after that?"
$50 to bed, / believe"
''Join us tonight for supper, Hazel
and me-"
"Thank you; but my digestion is
everything to me. I don't eat late"
All right" said Scully, and he let
the young man pass.
Mrs. Bridgeman seemed to be waiting
for him little farther on. The two
walked away together.
Hazel came up directly and took hold
of Scully by the arm. "She likes him,
Tom," she said, without any sort of a
preface; "and she's always putting her
self in his way, and speaking to him
whether he will or no"
whats there in him to like ?" asked
the man, putting in words the thought
that was uppermost in his mind.
CT don't know" said Hazel. "He's
different from any one else [ ever saw. "
"He's a" began Scully, suddenly,
and checked the words on his lips. He
had caught the electric flash in the girls
great dark eyes, and the rising flush on
her cheek.
GA what?" she demanded.
GA pretty decent sort of a chap, I
guess"
"He's a gentleman, Tom, through and
through"
"My poor girl! !" said Scully to him.
self, "you're hit hard and no mistake. "
"You were talking to him just now,
Tom. What did you say?"
''Asked him to supper tonight; but he
wouldn't come. Thinks a sight too much
of his id digestion for that"
"He said nothing more?"
eyes. [ believe he wants to see you
from the front tonight. Asked me to
keep place for him by the ladder"
Ono ?-not reallyp cried Hazel, and
it was a sight the other hated to see, the
little dimples of pleasure that made radi-
ant her face.
She was unusually animated all the
rest of the day. She even seemed to
greement with Mrs. Bridgeman last
night. Possibly Mrs. Bridgeman had
not forgotten, but deemed it wisest to
overlook. She seemed nervous and agi-
tated as the day wore on, starting when
ever she was suddenly addressed, and
trying to avoid HazePs eye.
Scully sent out while Clyde was riding,
and got bunch of nodding roses and
clove-pinks from florist just across the
way. AS Clyde came off, hot and flushed,
he met him, and fairly thrust the flow
ers in his hand. evil you give these
to Hazel as she mounts the ladder?" he
asked.
Certainly" said Clyde; "but I must
have time to change my dress first %
"I've looked out for all that. Bridge
man is to go on with his trained goats be-
fore instead of after the Leap
Scully was not prepared for the sud-
den dark flash of annoyance that stained
the Texans face. Itactually seemed for
the moment to him as if his intelligence
was unwelcome-that Clyde, for a pur-
pose of his own, preferred the usual ar
rangement of the nights performance in
thering. Bridgeman was making his entry
with the goats, when Mrs. Bridgeman
stopped Scully to speak to him. She
wore her street-things, and seemed i'm
patient to be off.
"I'm going home," she said; elm
not needed any more tonight. Won't
you tell my husband, when he comes
off, where I'm gone? I'd like him to
know, so he needn't worry. And you
may take him off to supper with you, if
you like"