Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1885-12-02

walking home clothed more becoming
ly in the sable garments OF the night,
but the reflection that [ should have
to go for an entire day without food
or drink prevented mefrom doing this.
I trusted to escape particular observ-
alton in the motley crowd which
swarms at the races, and SO, with the
glasses on my nose and a burning
blush Of shame on my cheeks, [ timid-
ly started on my Journey.
I did not escape ribald remarks as
crossed among the carriages on the
hill, nor were the requests made me to
stand on my head and sing a song al
together of complimentary nature,
but, regardless of VERIFYING but es-
Gaping from the park before the drag
for my adored one should arrive, [
pushed on recklessly, blunderingly,
wildly, and was Overjoyed to find that
the general impression was that my
appearance and behavior were solely
attributed to beer.
What position for the affianced O.
the descendant of the Knickerbock;
ers
All went we'll with me till l had
reached the last part Of the park, and
then
Then there came running oward me
a girl OF nine or ten years, dressed In a
short and dirty muslin skirt, a faded
crimson velvet bodice, and pink cotton
stockings.
She had been weeping bitterly, and
the tears had worn channels in the
rouge upon her face.
"Father!" she cried, Gather! L
didn't go to run away; don't beat me,
father"
AS she spoke Istarted backin amaze
ment, and raising my eyes saw my be-
trothed looking down upon me from
the box seat of a we'll appointed drag
with an expression in which anger,
scorn, contempt, and indignation were
about equally blended.
"Alicia!" | cried, stretching forth
my hands in wild, imploring entreaty;
"Alicia, here me! save meW
Hes drunk" said the driver OF the
drag-a confoundly good looking fell
never could grow a mustache.
Alicia took shilling from her purse
and threw it to me with whitening dis
dain, and then the drag drove on. l
have that shilling yet
"Don't beat me, father" whimpered
the girl again, hiding her face in her
hands and sobbing piteously.
"Hullo, hullo! What's all this
about?" asked a burly policeman,
appearing on the scene. sis this man
your father, my dear?"
Then the girl raised her head and
looked at me steadily.
"No, no, mol" she cried in horror
struck accents.
"You'D have to come along with
me- said the policeman. taking me
roughly by the arm. "Where is your
father, my dear?" to the girl.
81 dunno; [ lost him in the crowd, I
did, an hour agone; but this man has
got his clothes on, and specks he's
been and murdered him."
By this time we had quite large
crowd around us, and it was O. posi-
BILE relief when | was presently hustled
into a police van behind the grand
stand and driven down to the station
house.
[ passed that night in the lookup,
and the misery | endured no words
can possibly express. In the morning
| was brought before the magistrates,
and to them told my piteous tale.
If you will believe me, they were SO
wanting in feeling, SOL may almost
say brutal-as to laugh However, in
the end l was ableto prove my identi-
ty, and to get some clothes down
from Long Branch,
The next day had a short note
from Alicia.
She wrote: "No wonder you were
ashamed to tell me your profession.
Yours never, A."
Two months later she married the
fellow with the brown mustache.