Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1890-04-23
From the New York Mercury.
AN ECCENTRIC HEIRESS,

AlN HUUUNlI(lU IlI1lnENN.
Over the long brown level of the
landscape the pink coats made vivid
spots. The gray up-piled clouds Larted
mere and there, giving passage of silver
aances of shining light. There was sea
wind at large, but it was tempered by
intermediate spaces of sandbar and of
dead stretch of meadow grass, shriveled
and dry.
The hunt was over. The wind blew
Up more keenly.
Tits veering to the east" said the
g0ung man who rode at Miss Brocton's
side, and who had managed to keep
near her from start to finish. Forum
ste We had capital day. There'll be
rain tomorrow"
Nothing original in the remarks. But
shen why expect originality? Thomas
-4shingtOn Revery was good-looking
youth, who sat his mount we'll and was
quite taultless in the matter of coats and
collars, nails and hands and boots.
What more could one ask !?
But Miss Geraldine Brockton ap-
peared to have an attitude OF asking the
absurd, the impossible. Had she not
owned a million in her own right such
pecullarltles IS hers-such marked,
curious ways of looking at things
would really have seemed in question
able form. She was even as unsuitable
at every point as those long rays of sill
yer-white light that filtered through the
clouds and melted and were gone again
DIS you looked. Here, few moments
ago, with the glad blood in her cheeks
caused by the rapid motion, she had
seemed vivid, animated, pleased with
herself, with lie, with her companion,
perhaps. And now the latter had SIM
ply uttered word or two in a softer
strain, she had stiffened and frozen,
abruptly, unapproactably.
Cd -- the whims OF women !" said
Thomas Ashington Revery to himself.
How is one to make Roadway with
such girl as this ?'
When Miss Brockton had dismounted
at her own door she went straight into
the pretty room where she sat her
thaperone, relative and companion,
Mrs. Gwynne, making tea.
This lady glanced up, caught the look
N the girls eye and said:
What has Mr.. Reverv been doing ?"
"Doing?" Miss Brockton's magnifi-
cent eyes flashed fire. "Do you sup
nose | care what that-creature DOES ."
If you don't care for him he cares
Ser you"
For me!' Geraldine laughed with
lneffable scorn. For my money, you
mean p
So that was the trouble again. Mrs.
Gwynne had perceived at once that the
girl was In one of her moods"
Il shall advise you, Geraldine, to rid
yourself of that repossession of yours.
S:oU are grown morbid on the subject.
You are quite capable of being liked Ior
yourself, even If you are an helress.
Be reasonable. | suppose you are not
prepared to be an old maid? Then
don't ask too much of men,"
Geraldine looked at her.
IL hate my money'' she said, with
slow, vibrant intensity. 81 hate it ~
"Yo gu would hate more being without
It, observed Mrs. Gwvnne, slipping her
tea.
you think SO? ?" said the girl coldly.
Y on are mistaken ~
She paused abruptly. A lad had
burst into the room, followed by
young man tall and dark. This was
Eddy, Miss Brockton's brother and pet,
and his tutor. The boy began to chat
ter away to his sister, but the tutor
presently said:
Come, my boy"
s'Shall give you cup of tea, Mr..
Severn?" said Mrs. Gwvnne.
THANK you; no."
He was gone with the boy. Geral-
dine had not spoken. After little she
laughed
'fWhat model tutor it is How well
he keeps to his place %
Mrs. GWynne flushed angrily.
4 wonder at yon, Geraldine There
are times when you seem lacking not
only IN feeling but in good taste Mr..
Severn is a gentleman-a scholar More
.of gentleman and undoubtedly more
Of a scholar than any Gwynne or Brock
&on, perhaps ~
Geraldine turned little pale.
How very cutting. How you take
Mr.. Severn's part Happy Mr.. Sew
ernp' Then, abruptly, without warn
ang of any sort. size bridged the space
between herself and the little Moorish
stand, and Mrs. Gwynne, in deep sur
prise, felt the conyulsive clasp Of two
strong young arms about her neck.
ooh, Aunt Martha Aunt Martha
Aunt Martha Don't mind me Don't
scold me III am unhappy! And
an doubt! | am sc tossed about So
So"
"Why-why-Ge p'
But the storm-or that phase of it, at
1sast-bad passed already. Geraldine
drew herself up. She set her teeth; her
lips.
<FBut / shall not be any longer, am
resolved | shall know what to ex-
pect I"
Her eyes shone, a brilliant smile
3ashed over the traces of tears. She
opened the door and vanished.
g
called the next day. Mrs. Gwynne was
constrained to tell him that Miss Brock
ton had gone to town.
Nv hat already? She told me she
expected to remain out until the last
meet!"
ooh. she is only gone in for two or
three days." Mrs. Gwynne fastened to
explain. 'She told me that she wished
10 see her lawyer and her guardian. I"