Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1886-11-17
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JOBS RU SE.

brought in an armful of snow-crushed
logs from the woodpile at the north
end of the house, throwing them down
on the ample stove hearth with a noise
like a small earthquake, when Sibyl
Harrington started up.
Give o'clock! Oh, I hadn't an idea
it was SO late. must be going"
ALLOW me to accompany you, Miss
Harrington"
"You will let me see you home,
SibyI?"
Capt. Meredith and Max Crossley
both spoke at once aAd rose simulta.
neously, but Sibyl shook her head.
81 would prefer to walk alone"
''And about the sleighing party to-
morrow nigh5?" said Max, anxiously.
IL have half promised Capt. Mere
dith."
'But, Sibyl, thought it was an un-
derstood matter between you and me,
three good weeks ago!" Max ex-
claimed.
''Was it? I am sure had forgotten
it,"
Max was silent. Capt. Meredith's
smooth, softly intoned voice filed up
the silence.
Il exact no promises" he said, gall
lantly, "but if [ am not punctual to
the hour and spot Miss Harrington
may draw her own conclusions"
And Sybil went out. Max Crossley
had loved her ever since they were
children together, and Capt. Meredith,
who had come down to pass the holt
days with his cousins, the Wester-
books, had been caught in the meshes
of that bronze-gold hair and the inter-
lacing network of the lashes that over
hung the purple blue eyes, and had
prolonged his visit into January.
upon my word, she's q regular
beauty" said the captain, "and It's q
thousand pities she should be thrown
away on any of the country bump
kins who vegetate among these wilder
nesses. Job, you young villain, are
those boots of mine BACKED yet ?"
Farmer Westerbrook's hired boy,
who had just come in to warm his EN-.
purpled hands at the red blaze, looked
glum.
mo, they ain't," said Job, brusque-
Iy.
well, what's the matter?"
"Cause I amt 'ad time.'
"See that you find time, then, and
quick, too," said the captain.
And Job glowered after him, as he
went gaily up the stairs.
81 just wish I had the servin' of him
out, said Job, gloomily. cts Job
do this and Job do that and Job,
where's the warm water?' and Job,
what the deuce do you mean by lettin'
my fire go out p as if was his bond
slave, and not a red cent has he guy
me yet-no, nor so much as g. pleasant
word! I wonder If he intends to stay
here always"
"You and [ are equally partial to
him, job" said Max Crossley, laugh
ing.
''I heerd him talkin' with Miss Sibyl
about going sleigh-ridin' tomorrow
night" said Job, shrewdly. "I should
jes' like to put kicking Billy in the
shafts-I would, ii it warn't for Miss
Sibyl."
The next night eame-a night of all
nights propitious for sleighing expedi-
tiOns and rustic love making.
'3Couldn'd be better weather." said
the captain. "Job, where are the
sleigh bells? ?"
Dunno" Quoth Job, indiferently.
Come along, my fine fellow" said
the captain loosely, collaring Job and
marching him off in the direction of
the old red barn under the hill. eve
don't need any lantern in this bright
moonlight, that is one comfort.
"Where are the stairs?"
''There amt none," said Job. ''It's
a ladder"
Cup with you them" said Meredith.
81 wouldn't for $50, said Job. "Old
Michael Westerbrook hung himself
from the middle beam fourteen years
ago, and folks say he stands up there
with a rope around his neck every
moonlight night"
"stuff and nonsense!" calculated
the captain. "You great cowardly
lout, stay where you are then, and
I'll go myself"
He sprang up tbs rounds of the lad
der and disappeared through the trap
door.