Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1888-02-22

James rose with a melancholy mein
and came slowly down the path saving
as plainly as possible-"I don't see the
necessity of a change. I'm far more
comfortable here than in town. How
ever, L know my duty"
Mr.. Lamberton." said. Miss Fleming
as Johnny handed her into the wagon
and this time she chose the front seat
and the violin went over to Miss Browns
care-"I'm going to think about James
all the way tC the station, and if I can
make up my mind to part with him. I
will give him to you. He likes the coun-
try so how he has enjoyed wading in
the brook and strolling about in the
fields this summer %
"Oh, you must never think of giving
him away. He's a dog among a thou
sand: He knows this is no mere trip to
the post-office-he knows he is not com
ing back again. See his expression
Alb, James, Ishall miss you-old fellow!'
eff we should come again next sum-
mer," said Miss Fleming shyly, she will
remember you as 1t he had been away
but day"
81 wish human beings remembered as
we'll" said Johnny with a cynicism
wholly new in him.
"Some do, am sure" said Miss Elem
ing hopefully.
Johnny 1icked at the grasses at the
roadside with his whip. He had no
need to drive rapidly-there was plenty
of time for reaching the station.
81 hope you will come again next
summer" he said in low voice.
81 hope SO, too" said Miss Fleming
simply. Then she went on in what
seemed to her the boldest and most
reckless manner-"I-I-loUe this place
1t has been the happiest summer of my
life. / should like to live here-always.
like, Aunt Jane" By this time her
cheeks were burning red and she turned
her face away.
"Would it be good place for IA
talented physician? Could you live
here ?' and Johnny dared to fasten his
eyes intently on the roses that could not
be wholly hidden, unless Miss Fleming
dislocated her neck.
II could practice in a small way. I
could do good here, as well as anywhere.
| should like to be farmer-as we'll as
doctor-I think" and she laughed
slightly.
sob, gracious me p exclaimed Miss
Brown, Give dropped my handkerchief
one of my best ones, too-and I had
it Just minute ago. I'll run back and
get it,
III
find it, preparing to jump. But the
lively Miss Brown was already on the
ground and walking back toward white
object that lay several rods distant.
Was it Providence? Or was it simply
Miss Brown? Johnny did not pause to
consider. This dear sweet girl loved his
native town and liked his Aunt Jane and
she wanted to be farmer and he loved
her with all his soul and she was going
away!
''Then take my farmland take me
I've loved you every minute since first
saw you. Don't be angry You are
going away, and [ can't help telling you.
Please give me one word tell me you
don't really hate me -
81 don't really hate you ~ murmured
Miss Fleming, and turning toward him
she looked shyly in his face with her
softly smiling eyes.
One look into those eyes and a great
wave of bliss engulfed Johnny. He
stooped-for he was very tall, you re-
member-and quickly kissed the rose
red cheeks and the sweet tender truth
full mouth that actually kissed back, and
then both turned to look for Miss
Brown. She was just bouncing upon
the white object.
"Come back with me now don't go
away, at all" urged Johnny.
Il will come back on the first Of May
yes, perhaps on the Goth of April, for
| want to be in time for gardening, you
know ~ and Miss Fleming sat up very
erect and assumed serious business air,
very comical to an observer not over
ears and head in love. 1t seemed very
comical to Miss Brown, who smiled very
knowingly as Johnny politely assisted
her in the wagon. And then they drove
on.
Very tender and frequent were the
letters that flew back and forth through
the golden autumn and the snowy win
ter And it was in reality on the goth of
March, instead of the Goth of April,
that Johnny brought home his bride.
The spring was uncommonly early that
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