Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1884-08-20

She hurriedly plucked handful of
half blown creamy roses, and gave them
to him.
But not another glance could he win
from her, though tell-tale color stole
up her soft throat and into her cheeks,
betraying confusion and tumult of
heart, and he rode gaily away, half
crushing the sweet rose against his lips.
The sun had dropped much lower in
the west, and the yard was all in deep
purplish shade, when Phoebe came out
where her younger sister reposed on
the grass, her hands clasped over her
knees, her eyes like the eyes of a dream
| er.
"What are you thinking about?" in
quired Miss Scott.
| Nothing" starting up.
Interesting subject. You have been
completely absorbed. What dull day
this has been! thought perhaps John
Barnard would come," looking carefully
at her plump white hands.
"He did, but sent him away" said
Jean firmly.
"Sent him away?"
Eyes"
"Why?"
Because Mr.. Stuart was here, and
| did not suppose you would care to be
disturbed"
"You take great deal for granted.
What do [ care for Mr.. Stuart? If
you have offended Mr.. John Barnard I
will never forgive you-neverp
And placid Phobe's eyes flashed,
| and she turned away in anger.
Good gracious! does she really
love him, and I am sacrificing my
sister to heartless matchmaking
machine? But how can she love him
after seeing Mr.. StuartP Girls are
queer creaturesr unused Jean, some
what troubled at the mischief she had
made.
She felt positively guilty when, wax
ing one night, she heard her sister
signing.
A week had passed, but the jealous
young farmer kept to his own grounds
at least the SCOTS did not see any
thing of him.
what is the matter Phoebe" Jean
inquired tenderly.
Nothing at ALL"
"Are you troubled-ab out-about
-John?" dragging the words out hes
itatingly.
swell, [ am sorry you wounded the
feelings of one who has always been
our friend"
$50 am [, but I did it for your good.
| promise you will never NEEDLE
again"
"Why did you do it?" curiously.
Am 40 al
fession of her matchmaking.
"But, of course, if you intend to
grieve your eyes out about John Bar
nard, give up the whole affair.""
Phoebe listened, first rather shocked,
then greatly amused.
ooh, you blind, silly child. What a
mad scheme. Mr.. Stuart cares no more
for me than any other Indifferent
acquaintance. Do you think he loves
me?"
ST think he would if you encouraged
him. Why shouldn't he? You are
sweet and lovely"
Phoebe leaned over and kissed her,
touched by her honest love and admir-
alton.
"There, child, go to sleep, for you
seem to be eight instead of eighteen"
Now Jean longed to undo her work
to bring back her sisters love-but not
a word of this did she breathe. It
were best left untalked of until accom-
plished she wisely thought.
And fate threw the chance in her way
the very next afternoon.
Returning from the village she met
John Barnard face to face in the road.
"Why, how do you do, John? Where
have you been for this week past?" she
said with friendly smile.
cat home," he rather grufiy replied.
why have you not been round to see
us?"
Didn't know that I would be well
come"
"Why, John! |" in shocked tones.
"Well, to tell you the truth, Jean, [
did not believe Phoebe would care to
see me-" ....
Indeed, she does care; but I shall
not tell you anything about il" making
a move as though to pass him.
'Oh yes, Jean, please do! Where is
that fellow Stuart?'
81 really cannot tell you where Mr..
Stuart is. 1t is not pleasant to hear
him called that fellow"
"Hang himl"
"What for? Now, you are very un-
reasonable, and If you want to know
anything more, you must ask Phoebe"
zone question! Are they-are they
engaged?"
Engaged? Good Heavens, no.!
Who ever dreamed of such thing?"
she exclaimed with as much astonish-
ment as though she had not been plan
ming to that end.
"Poor fellow, he does love her. It
was shame to make him suffer So" she
thought, watching him as he walked on
up the road, blithely whistling. "I will
never try matchmaking again-neverp
she continued aloud. "But what does
the oldsong say?"
eff you do rot succeed try, try again,
said laughing voice close beside her,
and blushing, she turned to face Victor
Stuart. Scare marks your brow, Miss
Jean; tell ms your trouble"
"Not for The world" she cried quickly