Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1885-10-07
ILLS UNSENTIMENTAL LOVER
BY ETTIE ROGERS.

What a glorious sunset and what
sB exquisite view! What ineffable In
splration, what unutterable rapture
there are in a scene like this !" Lillian
Seymour murmured with enthusiasm
She was standing at the gateway OF
the little farm house garden, her pink
gown cleaning against the rich green
shrubbery, her yellow curls ghttering
~ the last splendid beams of the set
ting sun, her charmed eyes fixed upon
a magnificent perspective of simmer
ing river and wooded hills.
Her companions were two young
men-the one elegant and lndolent
and the other robust young fellow
with tanned and ruddy features and
with habiliments neither costly nor
modish
with Claude Lorraine let me die
amid such scenes as this, one can say"
the girl pursued in a voice of ecstacy
A.EAo you not think so, Mr.. Neville?"
The elegant young gentleman
fBirled his cane and assumed a look
Of intense appreciation of the ques-
ton.
Eve donot all have our artistic per-
HGiO1lS, MISS SSJ uO ct1lS WSISo
III fiattering accents, and with glance
whlCh insinuated so much admiration
that she blushed, and her blue eyes
dropped.
II say, Lii" the robust young fell
bow lrreverently interrupted at the
moment, ''don't you feel the mosquito
biting on the tip of your nose? [ al
ways dread the mosquito season-the
pesky creatures are such q worriment
10 the COWS in the milking and the
horses in the ploughing," he added, as
be turned at the tinkle of the tea bell
md strobe blithely up the narrow
planked walk to the farmhouse door.
Lillian pOuted as she brushed away
The aggressive insect; and Mr.. Neville
smiled-the bland, languid, insinuat-
my smile which seemed to mean so
Huch pitying contempt for the young
fellow who had just left them, and so
much commiseration for her because
she happened to be betrothed to such
R prOsy clOd.
There is only a step from the sub
lime to the ridiculous, you know,
Miss Seymour" he observed as he
iauly twirled his cane in a fastidi-
Dnsly gloved hand-'Fand your friend
has little poetry in his soul, [ am
afraid
MARK has eyes for nothing but his
crops and his Stocks" Lillian said,
with another little pout. ellis coarse
work is q pleasure to him, and Lob,
| am beginning to hate it al.'
Poor little grill" Mr.. Neville said,
as he lounged against the gateway
and bent toward her until his blonde
aeundrearies touched the fair, flushed
lace. ''YOu were made for brighter
things. Your life might be so differ
Ent if you were not so odiously ham
peFed." EaaH ..
He finished so significantly that on
The blushing cheeks the soft pink kin
aled to vivid crimson.
Lii! Lii! Come to tea. We have
Tap-iacks and SQUASH" CHEEKY voice
Ealled at the moment from the farm
house door, ''and you can bring the
gentleman with you"
But Mr.. Neville declined the invita-
ton.
4 can partake OF nothing in COM
mon with the man whose rude yoke
s 30 burden these dainty shoulders, -
he whispered impressively as he left
aer. -
Lillian sighed as She went slowly to
The house.
'How different Mark is" she
thought. 'Mark has no perceptions
Of the beautiful and poetic-he has no
sentiment but anything:
The primrose by the river brim
A primrose is, and nothing more
He has no sympathy with elevating
emotions, and he would make the sub
FINEST thing ridiculous he does have
such an unrefned trick of interrupting
one NAL aproposl lido wish he would
not always come here just when Mr..
Neville happens to stroll this way.
But, somehow, Mark seemed des-
tined to come on just those occasions,
and, as Mr.. Neville happened to stroll
rather frequently past the farm house
gate, pretty Lillian was often dis
turbed by the deplored Interruptions.
"We very naturally feel watchful of
treasure we know wedo not deserve,
and which we know another covets, "
Me-. Neville once remarked in his pol
shed fashion Of flattery-
He had just sauntered into the gar
den, where he had espied Lillian among
The great green bushes, her gingham
sun-bonnet pushed back from the
charming face, her pretty fingers busily
psucking the clusters OF ripened cur
rants, which glowed ike rubies in the
morning sunshine.
why should we covet what we can
never have?" she queried, half senta-
lively and half resentfully.
For detective as she might herself
deem Mark, much as she might wish
HIM different, she scarcely liked anoth-
81 to disparage him. To disparage