Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-12-12

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abominate saleslady. Why can't girls
and women have as much sense as men
Are we to say kitchenlady, cookIady ?"
"Eyery woman is lady by her right
of sex, said Jack.
Doubtless that is true, but why
should we American girls be so distrust
full as TO be constantly announcing our
selves as ladies'? We are ladies If we
act suitably to whatever place we are in.
Others may call themselves saiesladies,
if they choose, but for myself / am a
saleswoman, and when it is necessary to
refer to me in that capacity l prefer to
be called so. Think of a man advertis-
ing for place SIS salesgentleman. He
would get it | guess"
Bravo! bravo! my belle cousin.
Another new departure. Here is sales
woman, armed cap apple. Well may the
philosopher ask, whittier are we stand
ing? Are there any more young women
in your store of your mind p
Yes. q few, but the great majority
prefer to be salesladies.
st hope, coz, you don't consider
yourself a woman with a mission?"
F'No, sir; [ am not woman with a
mission. The strongest points about
my sex are their weaknesses, and one of
their weaknesses Is to be called sales
ladies. don't believe | could reform
that out Of them if I tried. [ like the
name lady. 1t implies dignity, refine
ment and good breeding. Don't let us
drag it In the mire. Every saleswoman
can be lady if she chooses, but she is
not a lady simply because she stands be-
hind counter and sells goods to GUS
toners. Saleslady! Sales fddlesticks!"
and Eva started up with an energy that
almost made Jacks head swim.
SoliIoquized Jack: "The pistol idea
is not good one. She must give that
up. She'll hurt herself some time, and
then I should reproach myself. can't
argue her out OF it,t:that's certain; but [
shan find way"
Jack continued in brown study
nearly all day. In the evening he came
home to dinner, but strOlled out imme-
diately after. He had an idea and he
was going to work it on.
Eva lett the store as night was falling.
She had long ride in the car, and by
the time she reached her crossing it was
pitch dark, and the scattered gas lamps
visible. She was not timid girl, bat
she never did like that long walk alone
at night. Quietly adjusting her dress
and putting her hand III her pistol
pocket, she started forward. As she did
so she saw figure stealing along the
opposite side of the street and then
crossing toward the path she must take.
She hurried along, and SO did the
figure, now in front Of her. When she
slackened her pace, SO did the figure.
The street was deserted, but Eva gave
her pistol tighter grip and moved on
cOurageously. Just as she got to the
middle of the darkest block the figure
turned and came toward her. IGloomed
up IN the darkness like a giant. She
spoke quickly, ''Out of my way, sir!"
No answer.
Crack went the little pistol.
The figure never needed it.
Crack again.
"GreaG Scotti Eva, do you want to
kill me ?" howled Jack, as he felt sharp
pain rush through his upper arm.
8 Great Scottl put up that gun. Don't
You've blown my arm off Don't you
know me ?" And Jack capered around
on the sidewalk holding his arm while
the warm blood commenced to trickle
out at his cuff.
Eva stood almost dazed.
''Oh, John, why did you not speak
Why did you act so? Have hurt you
Are you killed? Are you dying? What
shall do? Come, hurry home; don't
die here IN the street; let me carry you;
let me support you. It's only short
way home. Here, lean on me-"
And Eva clasped him around the body
and pushed him forward. Jack felt as
if he was being waited through the air
by fairies. They hurried up the steps
and into the house. Mrs. Bascom met
them.
8 Why, children, what is the matter
John is as pale as a ghost. What is it,
Eva ? Look at Johns hand, all covered
with blood. Where have you been and
what has happened ?"
They ierked off Jacks coat and rolled
up his sleeves. Sure enough, there was
a little bullet-hoIe in the feshy part of
the upper arm. It had gone through
and touched no bones. It was not very
serious, and Mrs. Bascom soon dressed
and bound it up. As Jack marched
eff to his room he looked at Eva humor-
ously and said:
"You can now see that pistol is of no
account"
"There were four more charges in it,
Cousin Jack"
& believe 1 don't want any more of
them tonight. hope I can use my
arm tomorrow.
Jack laid awake long time thinking
over the matter. He had been very stu
pid. He felt that. What would Eva
think of him ? And what a girl she was!
What intrepidity and character That
girl is q treasure, thought Jack, as he
foated off into the land of dreams.
As for Eva, she did not sleep wink.
She could hardly accuse herself of wrong
and yet she could not excuse herself.
To think that she had wounded Jack
was terrible. She might have killed
him. Even now he might lose his arm.
How dreadful! And on her sleeplees
pillow she upDraided herself the whole
night through. One thing she deter
mined TO DO. As soon as it appeared