Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-01-24
A HAPPY ACCIDENT

Good-morning, Jennie. The gray
mare and have come to ask you to
drive with us TO Nickford, on this lovely
day. How soon can you be ready 2"
The speaker, young, handsome fell
log of some four-and-twenty years,
stood IN the open doorway of Jennie
RUssel's exquisitely-kept dairy. He
wore morning suit of a coarse tweed,
whose cut, however, betrayed it city
made, and there was about him a certain
air which betokened him accustomed to
city rays; bat the girl who lifted up a
bright, wlnsome face, with a half-start
at his unexpected appearance, was en-
gagged IN deity Swimming the rich vel
low cream with her own little fingers,
neither white nor tapering, and though
the great brown eyes lighted with glad
ness, they failed to give her beauty. A
sweet, true face 1t was, pretty at times
at times aglov with something better
than beauty, but never beautiful.
Thank you, Allen" she answered.
I'll go, with pleasure, and will not
keep you and the mare five minutes
True TO her word, within that time the
two were comfortably seated in the high
wheeled dog cart, and a flicker of the
whip had given the signal for departure.
Well pleased, Jennie's mother watched
them iron an upper window. Allen
Rutgar vas the young squire. He had
been educated IN q great college far
away, and money without stint had been
iavished upon him. But he had studied
hard, and When ne had returned home,
too honest a love was IN his heart for the
acres which haU been so many years the
heritage Of his family for him to wish to
i've elsewhere than upon them.
Neither had he forgotten his little
playmate, and though, socially a vide
gull yawned between him and simple
little Jennie Russell, love has bridged
many wide chasm, and Mrs. Russell
sagely suspected that the little god was
already busy sowing his seed III the
young mans heart.
I'm SO glad you came to-day, Allen"
said Jennie, naively, for I've a great
piece OF news TO tell you. We're to
have q boaTder this SUMNER young
girl like myself She has been Ill and is
to come to as for quiet. [ am so anxious
to see herl Early this morning I was
arranging the room which Is to be hers,
and making 1t as pretty as [ could. She
VIII arrive tomorrow. You are SO good
to ne, Alien, you'll try to make it some
times pleasant for her, won't you?"
50 What you call being good to you
Jennie, is being good to myself. You
forget that it Is all the harder to make it
pleasant 30 this stranger, because she
will interfere with our own happy, quiet
hours. For one. I don't like her coming
at ali. More and more, Jennie, [ want
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And he turned toward her with a ten
der smile, to which her sole reply was
crimson wave. But she spoke no more
Of the strangers coming, which late the
next afternoon became an accomplished
fact.
As she drove up to the farmhouse in
Mr.. Russels wagon, Jennie stood in the
open doorway to greet her; but some
how the words she had meant to utter
died away, and strange shyness took
possession of her.
Two enormous trunks filed the wag-
on, from which the seats had been taken
to make room for them; and though the
dress the young lady wore was quiet IN
color and IL make, it was wholly differ
ent fIom anything Nellie had ever seen
aud somehow reminded her of the name
less difference she had detected
between Allen and the other young
men OF the place. But the wearer
OF the garments would lend the plainest
costume grace. Never had Jennie be-
held anything SO beautiful as the color
less face, lighted by the great blue eyes,
and the little head crowned by a mass of
ripping, golden hair. The figure was
tall and slender One ungIoyed hand
was faultleasly white, and sparkling with
wonderful jewels
CT hope your journey has not tired
you very much ?" ventured Jennie,
wistfully.
g am always tired" replied Miss
Carol, and the low voice held III tone
as Of perpetual WEAKNESS.
How tidy the pretty room looked as
signed their guest when herself and her
two great trunks flied i'll But she Ian
guidly expressed her appreciation of it,