Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1885-07-29
HARD FACTS,
An Epitome of Many a Fair woman's His

8 tory.
j To her def touch the ivory keys re-
sponded in tones as sweet as Louisiana
molasses, new crop. From her taper
! fingers fell notes as soft as the under
crust of a boarding-hCuse pie. When
she played "Shells of Ocean" the
sounds chased each Other in melo6ious
/ confusion through the circumambient
] air. In her rendition of Lone Rock
] by the Sea, with Variations" her ma
i nipulation was like unto that of a bare
] foot boy with cheek of tan repelling
3 the charge of two hundred and fifty
yellow jackets, and the concordant
sweetness rolled pell-mell into the pa
tient ear as do parched peanuts into a
paper bag. When The Racket
rushed out at the bidding of her mu-
steal soul, its rollicking hilarity caused
every nail in the ceiling to vibrate with
maddening joy. Miss Julia Cantwork
was her name, and her maternal pro-
genitor was widow who supported
her by taking in sewing and washing.
Such flower could not long blush
unseen. Such an eidelweiss, blooming
on the jutting crag of precipitous
chance. must sooner or later be plucked
by some daring and ambitious hand.
And so it was
She banged her hair, as well as the
piano, and these personal and spiritual
attractions constituted the loadstone
that drew 10 her shrine dashing young
driver of a delivery wagon. His sur
name was Wolf, but his father had
called him. Peleg, to distinguish him
from the balance of the boys. He did
not circulate in the best society,
although it is certainly true he
made daily visits to many of the
most aristocratic families of the
West End. He first Toasted his
green-grocer eyes on her fair form and
|face one rare morning in June. She
answered his knock at the kitchen door
ard took from his hands mess of veg
eta5les that had been paid for by her
mother out of an average earning OF
three dollars and half week Her
makeup caught his admiration, and
when he heard her pounding the life out
of the Grand March in Norma" as he
drove away he felt the javelin of love
at first sight pierce his soaring soul.
They met by chance and the light of
the Chinese lanterns at the park on
Sunday night. The clarionet crooned,
the violin whined, the flute shriked,
the bass-viol groaned through its nose,
the E fiat cornet split the unofending
atmosphere with its piercing blare.
At table beneath an ancestral oak
they sat. Upon the polished board he
raped and ordered beer for two. They
quaffed the foaming beverage and anon
he spoke for more. When the clock
struck twelve they arose to go, as full
of love and lager as only those who've
travelled over that road can realize. At
the maternal gate they parted, she an
affianced bride and he bridegroom in
the dim perspective of the adjacent
future.
They married, and the union bore it's
legitimate fruit; the mother has one
more change on her toil-tried hands
her daughters husband. His precari-
Gus earnings 90 to break down his
rickety constitution and to build up a
liquor aristocracy. His wife has
''spouted'' the piano, and has nothing
left except an expired pawn-broker's
ticket to call to mournful memory the
halcyon days of her maiden prosperity.
Her mother still plays on the sewing
machine and the young and disap-
spointed wife manages to occasionally
manipulate the washboard
They are not happy, and there is no
1honest reason why they should be-
ArkGnsGU TruUeler.