Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1890-02-12
From the Philadelphia Saturday Nigh
The WHEEL OF FORTUNE,


THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE.
eight quarts of Observation-Disclosures
must be eight quarts, at least, l should
think-at 4 cents a quart, and maybe
five, if the market is scarce Mrs.
Wright got five for hers last weekly and
that will be 80 cents, and at reduced
prices ought certainly to buy the bon
net frame. and I've enough ribbon to
trim it quite decently. And--oh, good
what thunder-clap !"
Jane Dunlap gave such jump that
the basket of huckleberrles toppled off
the messy stone on the edge of the
mountain cliff, where she had set it to
rest In her weary arm, and away went
the basket, leaf lining and purple fruit
in one general avalanche into the ra-
vine below.
IN fact, she might in her panic al
most have followed it herself, if a strong
grasp on her shoulder had not re-
strained her.
'Janie What pity - cried out
Adam Steele's voice. but why are
you crying? not for a few huckleberries,
surely i"
'I-don't-know !" faltered Jane, al
most ready to follow the example of
ner fashionable sisterhood in the city
and go into Mysteries. 'It's the thun-
der, think: twas so sharp and sud-
den. And look how it is raining %
"Come into Welt's Cave" said Steele.
cit isn't a big place, but the projecting
roof will be as good as an umbrella; and
these summer showers seldom last
long"
Adam Steel looked at the pretty
1reckled face. with its innocent blue
eyes, its fringe of red-gold hair, and
the dimpled mouth, for all the world
like half-blown damask rose.
JAMIE" said be, cts shame that
you have to work so hard, slim girl
like you. when there's a great able
bodied giant like me ready and willing
to do it for you. Let me buy the bon
net, jamie, and gold wedding ring
at the same time. / know I'm no great
shakes, but 1 love you. and there's no
man alive can take better care of you
than [ will"
Adam Steele was naturally bashful
man. He had had this declaration on
his mind for long time, but now it
had seemingly said itse.t, and Janie's
soft eyes had shone assent, and he had
both her little huckleberrv stained
hands in his. "But there's mother" tal-
tered jamie.
II guess there'n be room in the old
farmhouse for mother too" said
has been dreadful uneasy to get to her
folks in Mackinaw this long time.
NJ other can have her room opening out
of the kitchen, and sons welcome
into the bargain"
So the young pair sat and built air
castles in the rocky fastness until the
rain died away aid the sun broke out
again, and then they made their way
down to the little brown house under
the stiff Lombardy poplars.
Mother has got company" said
jamie. 1.-The restroom window shades
are rolled up and the front door is wide
open"
'Oh. hang company" burst ont
Adam. q wanted to talk it over with
her"
Il guess they won't remain long,"
soothed jamie. "Come in, Adam, you
must stay to tea"
Within the house an unusual amount
of commotion prevailed. Mrs Dunlap
was in tears, with her cap very much
on one side; the camphor-bottle stood
on the table, and old Miss Betsey Bank
er was vehemently tanning her.
stiff, straight, wbite-neck-cIothed little
man sat in chair by the window, look
ing over some papers.
lis that your daughter ?'' said he, as
Jane came in. land your SOM"
mot yet" Adam valiantly answered,
Esbut he hopes 10 be one of these da s.
I don't know, though, who you may be,
SIR"
| am Peter Pawn, of the firm of Pawn
& JekyIl, of Nassau Street, New York"
CURLY answered the stranger. "And
lap that, being next OF kin, she has sue
ceeded tolthe fortune of Joseph Horn
Dunlap. late of Canton, China, lately
deceased of Cape fever"
Il somehow can't believe it's true"
said poor Mrs. Dunlap with clutch at
the camphor bottle. "A-hundred-
thousand dollars My poor uncle that
I never saw? Oh, oh somebody fan
me"
But after Mrs Dunlap had slept on
the news, and received the copgratula-
tons of her neighbors it seemed more
real to her.
eve are rich," she said involuntarily,
Strengthening herself in her chair, like
Victoria on her throne. "Mv Jane
must make match worthy of her sta
ton. Of course Adam Steele is out Of
the question.
Out" said Jane, 81 love Adam and
Adam loves me-"
That's all nonsense" said Mrs. Dun
lap.
"And," added Jane, cpl never
marry anyone else"
'Fiddlesticks !" screamed the widow.
The little world of Wier's Hollow all
sided with MrF. Dunlap. Gan heiress
like Jane," said they, Fought TO look
higher than mere farmer, who earns
his bread, according to Scripture, by
the sweat of his brow"
Mrs. Brutus Barlow, the city aunt,
who heretofore had never taken the