Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-02-28
[From the Saturday Night
GIVING THANKS.
The last week in October!

The last week Ill October!
Doctor Fitch rode along the lonely
bride path, the sound of his horses
heofs on the dead leaves reminding him
vaguely of the days long, long ago, when
he was a boy and secured these very
woods IN search of nuts, and hunted
squirrels and chipmunks with a delight
which moose and red deer could not give
him now.
:" If one could only be boy forever -
said Royal Fitch. "Hallo! who's that?''
as his horse SHE'D slightly at sight of a
slender figure, sitting on fallen log, a
few feet back of the road "Oh, it's
you, Mary Trefoil You got your dis
charge this morning"
Mary Trefon looked up-a dark-eyed,
palid-faced woman of two or three and
twenty. DR.. Fitch knew her very well.
She had been In Exmouth prison
three months for theft; aud during two
OF these three months she had lain near
" at the point of death, in the hospital
ward, with low, lingering fever.
Doctor Fitch was rather proud of the
skill which had rescued her from the
Jaws of death. He stopped his horse
and looked at her.
Yes, sir, " said Mary, spiritlessly.
g I've got my discharge"
And where are you going now?"
g don't know, sir. !"
8 Where are your friends ?" he asked,
not unkindly.
g | have none, sir.
But this won't do" said Doctor
Fitch, noting the troubled light in the
girls eye, the deadly whiteness of her
brow and cheeks. Look here; you
must go somewhere, you know. You
can't sit here. Can't you think of any
place where they would give you food
and shelter for few days, until you get
strong %
Mary Trefo1 shook her hand. She
did not seem to be at all interested In
tue question.
Doctor Fitch's horse reached up his
head and browsed on the still green
leaves of wild grapevine which the
boughs of a cedar had sheltered from the
early frost. Doctor Fitch sat like a
statue, and looked at Mary Trefoil.
g A social problem, he said inwardly.
. And she must be solved somehow"
t'Mary," he spoke aloud, "can you
walk mlle?'
s [ suppose SO, SIR
"Then walk along by my horses side.
/ know a good old lady who wants girl.
Perhaps 7ou may suit her. She need
not know who you are, or whence you
came"
CT didn't put myself in Exmouth
Jail, =" sulIenly retorted Mary. Sand [
have told one story from the beginning
that 1 had nothing to do with the
silver. I don't know how it came into
my trunk; [ didn't know it was there.
until the officer dragged it out before
my eyes"
1.-The law thought differently" said
Doctor Fitch, who, as prison physician,
had heard these protestations of inno-
cence from scores of lips before. Chow
ever, That is not the question we are dis
cussing just at present. VIII you try
to deserve my recommendation, if give
you one ?"
"Heaven helping me, sir, will |"
said Mary Trefoil, evidently affected by
his kindness.
She walked beside the horse for some
little distance, until, down a side road,
which seemed to plunge directly into the
woods, they came to an old gray stone
house, all mantled In scarlet creepers.
and the whir of a grist mill sounding
somewhere In the background like the
ceaseless hum of some gigantic insect.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Glover !'' said
Doctor Fitch. Have yousuited your
self yet with girl %
Old Mrs. Glover, an apple-face matron
OF sixty, looked at them through a pair
of round, silver-rimmed spectacles.
NO, nor I amt like to" said she.
~ Betsey Keene, she's gone into the mil