Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1889-10-30
eyes. she said. except that there are


thing to please my darling;'' and ne
wrapped his arms about her as he
would lull restless child.
The move was made and Eleanor found
that she was not so much fatigued as
she had often felt after day. lounging
with a novel. Her husband thought it
only new within, but as it was not an
expensive one, he could not complain.
When he wanted to take her driving,
she playfully told him she was learn
ing to walk-horses were not safe.
The first step, she thought. Now for
the next. 1t came to her almost by
magic. In little rear hall room sat
Margaret Devices, clicking away at her
typewriter. A strong, clear-headed
girl who had maintained herself these
ten years, and had put by her savings
She was soon to be married to a stall
wart young farmer, the lover of her
youth. They tad worked and waited.
From the first she took an interest in
the young wife, and 1t was given to her
fering sister. Together they plotted
and planned. Eleanor's lassitude
passed away under vigorous rubbings
and brisk walks.
Margaret's trousseau was thing to
be considered. From Eleano1's sur
plus stock of stylish gowns and gar
ments the country girls outfit was deft-
ly concocted. Eleanor could sew neat
ly and rapidly. When all was ready
the snug sum of 5000 lay in her writing
desk. Her grand piano, too large for
the new quarters, was removed from
the storage room to Dealers, and was
sold for $500 more. She wrote at once
to an uncle in Kansas City; told him of
her little efforts, and asked what she
should do with her mite. He was a
real estate man and promptly invested
in lot in the rising town OF Duluth.
In exchange for her service as seam
stress. Margaret taught her the use of
the typewriter. When she was mar
ried she lett the instrument, for the
summer months, in Eleanor's care. A
nominal rent was agreed upon. and this
was easy to pay, as Margaret's engage
ments were transferred to the new OPP
her chickens and cows, and her six feet
of husband.
Eleanor's energy did not stop here,
she obtained pupils on the typewriter
at S. each. She shipped a lot OF old
party dresses, crushed and out Of style
to the costumer's on Street, and
saved the proceeds. Every time her
husband handed over her allowance of
pin money she put at least half of it in
her strong box"
1t was hard to hide this activity and
cheerfulness from him, but she did.
With her woman's enjoyment of little
mystery, and her high resolve to show
herself worthy of him, she kept in the
old rut as nearly as possible when he
was at home. He saw that she was
stronger and it ligntened his labors.
"My little woman does not ride or
read any MORE" he said one evening in
the indulgent tone he use toward her.
"Why, yes, do read. Don't you see
my little library there ?"
Yes, but it seems to me miss some
thing"
He missed the litter of trashy novels
he had been wont to see.
81 told you was learning to walk"
she added with smile. Il really do
walk somewhere every day."
That pleases me most of all, he
said in his CHEEKY way; "but what will
DIR. Buell. think ?''
81 don't care one bit; have long
since cut his acquaintance"
The end of the year rolled around.
Eleanor watched her husbands face
with ever increasing anxiety. One
evening he sat buried in thought from
which all her endeavors could not rouse
him. He did not feel well, he said.
All night ne tossed and muttered. Cal
culations and figures were uppermost.
He was up early, and away. Eiean
or FASTENED her preparations and care
fully counted her little hoard-the earn
ings of months. Late in the afternoon
she came home with the proceeds of
her last batch OF typewriting, glowing
with exercise and the happiness Of con-
tributing at least several hundred dol
lars to meet her husbands creditors.
He was there, living on the sofa, pale
and hopeless. Forgetting all else, she
flung herself beside him with sob.
sob, Harry, my dearest, what is it ?
Tell me what it is that is killing you; l
have right to know"
''It is ruin, Eleanor. I have brought
you to poverty-you whom | would
have died to make happy"
You are talking in riddles, Harry"
she exclaimed, rallying from her alarm.
Am l not the happiest woman in
the world And don't you see how
well and strong ain ?"
She coaxed the whole story from his
lips. Then, with affected Gghtness, she
said, "Is that ali Why. you frightened
me terribly, L thought you were Ill
had caught some horrible disease or
other. See here" AS she spoke she
ran to her desk, took out her treasure
and poured it into his hands in her i'm
pulsive tachion.
Eleanor! What is this?"
"This? Why this is only your wife's
selishness and laziness in another
FORM"
Then her story he'd to be told. Their
combined efforts still fell short of the
required sum, but she triumphantly
produced the deed to the Western
land. For season there were caresses
and even tears of mutual love and
thankfulness.
my precious wife - he tervently
exclaimed, as he clasped her close.
''What treasure in you, if all the mon
ely in the world should tail p
"But your piano?" he said with re-
greet, overreaching his appreciation of
her sacrifice.
"Let it CO." she said merrily. 81
could not play worth listening to-this
you must acknowledge. 1t was just an
expensive toy-that's all.'
Next day the balance of the debt was
borrowed upon the security of the