Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1888-02-22
Tohnny's way to use always the simplest

Miss Fleming's immediate answer
stated that she would arrive on the s P.
NJ. train, on the 10th OF the month. 1t
was then the 9th OF the month, which,
by the way, was the perfect one OF June.
Loneliness fled away from Aunt Jane.
A young lady, maid, a pony and dog
How enlivening In the tumult OF put
ting the two bed rooms in perfect order,
repaperlng the parlOr and stocking the
provision pantry with all sorts Of good1es
likely to be relished by a slightly Ill
young lady, the four days swiftly passed.
Johnny meanwhile built a kennel of
goodly size adjoining the woodshed,
swept and garnished stall for the pony,
moved the grass in the front yard, sur
veyed with satisfaction his tlourishing
fields of wheat and corn and was glad
that the lilies and roses and spice pinks
that bordered the front walk were be-
ginning to open.
The day arrived and was one of those
utterly perfect days that give one an idea
of what the weather in Paradise must
be. Johnny, in fresh blue blouse and
his secondbest trowsers, drove TRANQUILITY
to the station. He was very far from
having any personal feeling over the APP
preaching meeting. For was there not
a great gulf between young ladies who
travelled about with maids and ponies
and dogs, and plain iarme~ people who
worked from sunrise to sunset for their
living? Still he would not have been
twenty-five years old and human fine
had not wondered what she would be
like. He fancied she would be tall with
eyeglasses on her nose and great deal
Of lustling silk drapery about her, and
that she would speak in sharp and fret
full way to her maid-being a little i'll and
out of sorts and also wearied with the
journey. Or maybe she would be thin
and pale and languid and angelic, ard
would be supported by her maid who
would be constantly helping her to
smelling salts and fans.
The train was just pulling out Of the
station as he arrived. Hitching his
horses he walked into the waiting-room.
1t was vacant except for pale, middle
aged woman in a gray mohair buster
with basket on her arm, who leaned
back in her chair with closed eyes and
the generally anguished expression that
accompanies severe headache.
Johnny then walked around the plat
form, looking east, west, north and
south, and seeing no one but the usual
village sightseers who always congre
gated at train time very likely she
was a train late; or maybe she had
changed her mind; or had grown too Ill
to take the journey. Suddenly a brisk
little person in navy blue flannel gown
with sailor collar and a sailor hat that
sat nautically upon her short reddish
gold curls, tripped out OF the baggage
room followed by an immense st. Bern
ard dog who, in huge platiorm-shaking
capers was trying to express his JOY that
his railway woes were at an end.
1.-THE maid and the dog, anyhow
thought Johnny, and stepping forward
had come to meet Miss Fleming.
eyes ?" with that rising infection that
in some girls can be very charming.
II am Miss Fleming. And are you Mr..
Lamberton ?" No common farmland,
Miss Fleming reflected, could have such
handsome, refined and intelligent
face.
eyes, my name is Lamberton," said
Johnny; and since it was the first time
in all his life that he had been called
MIR Lamberton" he felt a strange thrill
of pleasure and pride.
THE pony will come on the 4:30
freight tomorrow morning, and [ will
walk in and get her if you are not too
tar out. Three miles? Oh, that will be
just fine stroll for James and me.
and a sachel-and in the Express Office
a box. | viii 60 and sit with poor
Browney until you are ready. Here,
James Come, sir, quiet down and Le
sensible ~
Never have I seen Just such d girl:
was Jchnny's thought, as she vanished
into the waiting-room. 80 business
ike, and so pretty, and not at all like
anything [ expected"
Even Miss Fleming's lug age was
something unusual-a little leather trunk
hardly large enough to hold three gowns,
while the express box proved to be
violin case. As ior the large and some
what shabby sachel, that was plainly
marked Emmeline Brown-and hence
must belong to poor Browney."
A vioIin-a girls violin Johnny
could hardly believe his senses. He
the seat in which he was to ride as ten
derry as II it were a sleeping baby, and
all through the ride home, through the
leaf-sweet air Of fresh summertime, he
guarded it from every jolt and turned
to it often with an air OF loving regard.
every likely it is one of the BEST" he
thought and [ hope she will play this
very evening"
The maid being speechless with head
ache, Miss Fleming addressed her few
remarks to Johnny and the dog. She
expressed admiration tor the landscape
here and there. spoke fondly of some
Jersey COWS feeding in pasture by the
roadside and noticed the gait of Johnny's
sleek colts. ct is comfort to see
horses keep exact step like that, and it
makes their work so much easier" she
said.
The colts were Johnny's special pride
and a flush of grateful pleasure bright
ened his face at such unexpected appre-
citation.
''They know their names and they can
shake hands and pick up my hat," he
said with calm elation.
ION, is it poss BILE? What delight
they must be to you l hope they will
like my Zephyr. She is good-hearted
merry little soul, but has no accomplish
ments, whatever"
Thus in pleasant though fragmentary
conversation the farmhouse was
reached. Miss Fleming rested a birds
weight on Johnny's profered hand and
stepped lightly to the ground, while the
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