Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1889-03-27
And none were saved ?
My masters, not q soul
From the Philadelphia Saturday Night.
THE DOCTORS NEPHEW


high and narrow and somewhat rattly
buggy, and sat down on low log wi tn a
sigh Of relief, while Philo hitched his
horse to tree.
1t was not an enticing thing at best to
go to picnic with Philo Wilson; but
the picnic itself was preferable to the
drive thither. There were distractions
at least, and, with good luck, a chance
for a brief escape. But driving six
miles with him, making spasmodic at
tempts at conversation, viii e he sat in
his usual open. mouthed but tongue-tied
silence, tall and !ank, uninspired and
uninspiring with Philo had no
alternating points.
Fairly at the grounds, then, Cora shook
out her white dress and Strengthened
her chip bonnet, and even smiled lit
tie with the buoyancy of youth. The
picnic was large, she noted gayly.
There were the older people gathered
sedateiy together among group of
birches. Cora's father and mother
were among them, in black broadcloth
and alapaca, and they looked over at
their pretty daughter and Philo with
placid smiles.
they approved of Philo; he was
STEADY" and their practical concern
went no further. Cora smiled back at
them. But grouped about the long
broad plat orm, where there would be
dancing later, were all 1.-The girls"
Cora deserted the log.
''I'll 60 over where the rest are," she
said.
And though Philo, who was bit of
despot under his phlegDlatism, did not
look pleased, she hurried away.
The girls were gushingly glad to see
her, after the manner of girls.
"You look lovely |" said Kate Miller.
''W hat did you pring?' said Marcy
Fuller. 1--WE got an angel cake, but it's
perfectly horrid 1t isn't white a bit,
and the frosting-"
You know it's splendid, Marcy"
said Cora, laughing; yours always are.
Isn't that DR.. Sanborn's nephew"
The girls did not look around, it
wasn't necessary. They had him al
ready well fixed on their mental ret
mas. by reason of sundry furtive
blue-eyed and k-haired, in q loose
Jacket and sandshoes and a soft c. p,
who sat talking to Sadie Sanborn and
Sadie's beau at the other end of the
platform. They burst into a subdued
lnquisitorial chorus.
''Oh, do you know him ?" eve
thought, of course, he's relative. be-
cause he's with Sadie. Isn't he lovely,
anyhow"
"He is very nice looking" said Cora,
family tinted as to her round cheeks.
Yes, he's the doctors nephew. He
was here last summer, but only for a
week or so and the doctor was In to see
father one evening, and brought Mr..
Hill with him, and we got pretty well
acquainted. He'd run over and play
croquet real often, and one day we
went"
But little excited murmur interrupt
ed her.
He's looking at you ~ Hes bow
ing He's coming straight over here,
Cora %
SO he was, with the eager smile with
which young men have greeted pretty
maids since the world began, and with
an impatient, outstretched hand.
Cora's fingers smarted, in truth, uu-
der the pressure it gave them.
miss Gilman" he said, finding seat
beside her land ''the girls" edged away,
awed by the nearer presence OF the doc
tors nephew,) 81 have been looking for
you, do you know? [ came only yes
terday, or you'd have seen me before.
How are you, Miss Gilman? You look
we'll And the croquet grounds it
there ?"
"Yes, it's there" she said, smiling up
by Hank Lee, at a sale distance.)
''Pve improved, Mr.. Hill. Will you
believe it?''
"You ~ he cried, in humorous alarm.
''Why, you used to 'whitewash' me ev-
cry time as it was. Well play some
thing else this year, Miss Gilman-tag,
or jaekstones, or something I'm pro-
hcient in"
They laughed delightedly.
How nice he was she thought-so
bright and Jolly!
She was little fri.htened to find how
well she remembered all about him.
And he-she couldn't tell what he was
thinking, ofcourse-but be was looking
at her with very eager eyes and a man
ner almost excited. She dropped her
own, her cheeks pinker.
81 remember it all, you see. What
good time we had, Miss Gilman, now
didn't We, the day we went off black
berrying? You haven't forgotten it
You had on an old blue dress and a
shaker, and some gloves of your faith
er's." Mr.. Hill threw back his head in
boylsh glee. 'And We got ten quarts.
too" He grew suddenly sober. Il did
enjoy that week Miss Gilman. I've lived
it over in my imagination often since.
If it hadn't been for you, Miss Gilman,
| shouldn't have come here this sum-
merl' he added, courageousiy. "But
I'm in for month here now"
She looked at him breathlessly, her
heart beating hard.
Did he mean it But she knew he
did. And be hadn't an idea of Philo's
existence. She wished she had not.
The doctors nephew rose impulsive-
ly.
'sCome, Miss Gilman" said he; "don't
let's sit here pokily. We never were
poKy, you know. Let's have ramble.
Isn't there an ostensible purpose, an
object of interest, or something?"