Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1890-08-13

1t was only the work of a few seconds
for Brownleigh to close the organ and
escape from the room, leaving Tilda, a
scared, white faced creature standing
with clasped hands.
Just why she, was SO frightened she
could not tell, nor why she guarded the
secret so closely either.
More than once Susan had sneeringly
scorned small courtesies at the hands of
the hired man. She wondered, where
he could hear her, if he thought she
would notice the like of him. 1ilda Sc
cretly resented all such remarks, but
dared say nothing. In her eyes he was
much handsomer and smarter than any
of the country or village beaux who
futtered about Susan; but then the lat
ter had always pronounced her a
"silly," and perhaps she was.
1t all happened so unexpectedly
Susan had decided to have lawn party
and invite only the upper ten" as she
said. The party was in honor ofsome dear
friends cousin from the city, who was
expected on avisit. Susan was not really
satisfied with any of her admirers, and
she and this "dear friend" understood
each other. They intended-though of
course they never actually said so-that
the city cousin and Susan should be mu-
tually pleased with each other. In a
word there was matchmaking in the
air, and this lawn party was the initia-
tory step.
Refreshments were served under the
trees, amid the fitful glare of Chinese
lanterns, and to the accompaniment of
a ceaseless droning and buzzing cf in
sects.
Brownleigh, Tilda and Madge. (the
Eitobon holnN onp, tho H,,occo'5 Of
walters.
The "ion" of the evening was so late
that the eating part of the exercises had
begun ere he and the "dear friend' ar
rived.
Brownleigh and Tilda were carrying
an immense server of ice cream, when
the exclamation "Great Scott - caused
them to start and turn quickly. The sud
den movement brought the serverin vio-
lent contact with gentleman walking
between two ladies-the trio being none
other than "mine hostess" and her two
choice guests.
"You clumsy trampp' cried Susan
angrilv. but the next moment her ruddy
cheeks grew pale.
81 say, Brownleigh, what's the lark
now ?'' put in the ''lioh," taking no no.
tice of Miss Jenck's exclamation.
l.
beg pardon Cousin May, this is the
Meredith Brownleigh, Of whom you
heard SO much in the city last winter,
and over whose absence our set
mourned all season. Brownleigh, my
cousin, Miss Whitman ~
Susan stood dumbfounded through
this speech, and while the "hired man"
saluted her companion with the grace
of a courtier, despite his hold on the
server; and while he, in turn, intro
duced to the Zion" "Miss Tilda Jencks,
the one friend / have made during my
voluntary exile"
With promptness and Difference
that naddened the talented daughter of
the house, Whitman bowed low before
the young lady and relieved her of her
ladies, Brownleigh and l will continue
merrily nodding to the aston1shed
girls.
Of course the whole affair was in ev-
cry mouth in almost no time, and SUI
sans discontinue was complete when
later the two young men entertained
the company with such music as she
had never dreamed of; and she heard
Tilda blushingly confess that she knew
Mr.. Brownleigh could play.
"Serve We right, Suse," was Farmer
Jenck's comforting (?) remark the next
day, after the departure of the "hired
man." Yer too stuck up and big feel
in, but hain't got half the sense and
far-seein' of little Tilda here. Give me
genuine worth in man or woman, and [
don't give fig whether they're kings
and queens or only tramps and dairy
maids"
At the word tramp poor Susan's tears
flowed afresh, she was such lover of
wealth and position.
''And to think" unused the farmer a
little later, ''he's rich ez Jew, and
only hired out this summer for a lark,
and ter tougher his muscle for the re-
gatta, or whatever he called it, this COM
ing fall"
Susan's self-love never quite recov-
cred from the blow it had received, GER
tainly not when one year later she saw
her "talentless'' sister become mistress
of one of the handsomest homes in the
city.