Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1889-07-17
BY MRS. L. S. GILCHRIST.

80 FREQ Is married J! SAID LII. I'LL
deroy. Had the smallpox, failed in
business, and now by the way of a
grand finishing stroke, has committed
the last and greatest folly possible, get
ting married! Just like Fred ~
HE hopes you'll like it UNCLE" said
Lulu, Fred Gilderoy's sister.
"Hopes I'll like it?" repeated the
doctor "Whv doesn't ne commit sui
eide at once, and then send word that
fhe hopes I'll be pleased =
"But she is very beautiful girl,
uncle"
Beautiful !" repeated the doctor,
scornsuliy "And OF course she'll want
India shawIs and diamonds and silk
frocks to set off her beauty, and where
is Fred to get them?'
"And she is an authoress, Uncle Gil
deroy"
"Worse and worse p groaned the old
man. Burnt buildings, buttonless
shirts, dust in the corners and inky
fingers Just like Fred = -
you'll call, won't you, uncle ?''
"Call2 What should l call for % de-
manded DR.. Gilderoy. [ can't congrat-
ulate her upon marrying Fred, Tor [
think she's fool for doing it. | can't
congratulate him, for / think he is
bigger fool still, to marry doll-baby
for vie who writes stories. Pah |!
I've no patience with the FOLLY of this
world ~
eyes, but uncle
''My DEAR" interposed DR.. Gilderoy,
brusquely, "I'm particularly engaged
this morning, SO perhaps you had better
go down stairs"
eyes. uncle,'' said Lulu, meekly, and
left the room.
In spite of this outburst, DR.. Gilderoy
did call on the bride. He rang the door
bell of No. So Chatham Street at an
early hour, as he CHANGED to be pass
ing
dirty dress, I'll warrant" he said to
himself, with malicious smile. A lit
tie maid with frilled cap and white
apron opened the door.
"Keep girl said DR.. Gilderoy, saw
agely, to himself. "and on Fred's sal
aryi A pretty mode of economizing
that"
He was ushered into a sunny parlor,
with an open CRATE fire on the hearth,
flowers in the windows, and very pref
ty young lady seated at her desk writ
ing. She rose to greet him, and he wac
disappointed to see no trace of either
curl papers, inky fingers or a soiled
dress.
Il suppose you are Fred wife ?" said
he.
The young lady smiled. Eyes, I am
Fred's wife," she said; and you are
Fred's uncle ?"
The old gentleman bowed. "What
do you keep a servant for?' demanded
the doctor. abruptly.
"To do the work" said Mrs. Fred,
her eyes sparkling.
why don't you do it yourself?"
Because l don't like washing win
dows and scrubbing foors." calmly re-
sponded the bride.
my mother did her own work" curt
ly remarked tie doctor.
But am not your mother" Mrs.
Fred's spirit was fast becoming
aroused.
'No," said DR.. Gilderoy, "you are
one Of the women of the period You
prefer 20 sit with folded hands, while
your husband tolls bis life out to scrape
together little money"
You are mistaken there, Dr. Glide
roy" said the bride. 4 may be one OF
the women OF the period, in ,act. [
rather glory in the title, but I am also
sharing alike the burdens OF lite as we'll
as It's pleasures.
''Humph !" said Dr. Gilderoy. And
if ever monosyllable expressed a whole
dictionary iull of obnoxious epithets, it
was that 'Shumph." ''You write stories,
don't you?"
yes" said Mrs. Fred, with ring OF
defiance in her tones, Il write siories'
"Let me give you little advice"
said DR.. Gilderoy. Burn up your
pens and paper, roll up your sleeves,
and 80 10 work. That's the only way to
get ahead IN this world
'Do you think so ?" said Mrs. Fred.
Eyes, think so" replied the doctor.
Pm sorry not to agree with you,"
said Mrs. Fred, 'but | take a different
view of things"
"Oh, very WELL" said Dr. Gilderoy,
rising 'Think as you please; it's a
free country, quite free"
~ ont you stay TO lunch with us?'
said Mrs. Fred, as the doctor rose to 90.
mo, thank you," said Dr. Gilderoy.
But there's one thing | want to i'm
press upon your MIND, and perhaps it
would be as well for you to mention it
to Fred, too"
'iNhat is il, Uncle Gilderoy?"
"Just this: Ii you come TO want
Wnen you come 10 Want WOued, perna pS,
be more correct-don't come to me for
aid. | wash my hands of you and your
story writing"
Mrs. Fred Gilderoy smiled. 81 as
sure you. uncle" said she, I'VE never
had the least idea Of becoming pension
ers on your bounty"
perhaps you hadn't, and perhaps
you had" said he, catching up Lis hat.
| wish you very good morning"
A few months afterward, Lulu came
into the parlor one morning with note
for DR.. Gilderoy. Here, uncle" she
said, is note from Fred and his wife,
asking you to call there this evening"
'Ah % said the doctor, 81 knew how
it would be. | predicted it all along
They are thinking of becoming pen
sioners on my bounty, but it won't 90
down. I warned them; they have
made their bed, and they may lie upon
it."
"You'll go uncle, won't you ?" said
Lulu.