Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1898-11-16

it." she answered. edith and I have a
room fitted up to paint in. Will you
Gomez"
The room she led him to was large,
light and filled with sketches, casts and
curiosities. Edith was seated at a small
table painting, Maud sat down opposite
and Robert drew a chair near them.
do you want to see our work. asked
Maud. They were both clever with the
brush.
"Some people detest reading aloud-do
you mind it? If you don't. there is a
volume of poems in the bookrack over
there" said Edith, when he had seen
everything.
Robert took down the volume and
glanced at the authors name.
''This fellow" said he, ''does quite too
much scribbling. don't you think sou
Indeed not replied Maud, and
Edith said quickly: 81 like his poetry
and [ think it adds a charm to it-a sort
of mystery-that no one knows his
name"
"Have you read many of his poems,
MI. Stanton?" asked Maud.
"All of them,' promptly answered he.
"and [ can't say l think too much Of
them"
"Why. I think they show his character
so WELL" Edith declared.
And you really like them?'
"May I tell him that?" Robert smiled
as he asked. Both started with surprise.
DO you know him." inquired Edith in
amazement.
eyes, he is one of my very best friends"
OR. G. s." said Edith, looking at
the initials on the book cover.
SIS there any special poem you wish me
to read?' asked Robert.
Each day of Robert Stanton's visit
seemed to pass more pleasantly. When
it came to an end he was more sorry to go
than Mr.. and Mrs. Mortimer and their
daughters were to lose him. The winter
and then the summer passed. One No
rived at the Mortimers.
Mrs. Mortimer is out said the maid,
''but Miss Edith and Miss Maud are in
the studio"
why did you not come yesterday? 2"
asked Edith when the greetings were
your visit then, and now Thanksgiving
is over. Still | suppose We'll have to for
give YOU"
: ''Thank YOU" Robert replied, with a
deep bow and a smile of mock gratitude.
He saw a book lying On the table.
another volume of poems? r. @. 5.
would gain a fortune if everyone fol-
lowed your example" He took up a
Portfolio from the table as he put down
the book. and began looking at it's con-
tents. Suddenly he asked abruptly, point
ing TO the volume Of poems: Are these
illustrations of those poems?
Yes Edith replied. 81 did them for
amusement"
''They are beautiful. l think you have
caught the poets spirit. l wish he could
see them. He has tried to have some
illustrations drawn, but none ever suited
him."
do you think these would?" asked
Edith.
I know they would" said he. "May I
take them to him."
Yes" she answered.
A month passed; it was Christmas eve
when Robert again called at Mr.. Nor
timers. He handed Maud a roll of mu-
sic after he had said good evening TO her.
Poems by r. @. S. set to music eX-
claimed she, glancing at the songs as she
unrolled them.
Then Edith appeared. Robert gave her
also a package. 1t was a small book, ex-
uuisitely bound. She glanced at the title
and looked hastily through it, saying with
a smile of real pleasure, Then they did
please him."
More than you can imagine
Come said Maud, ''let us try these
songs. The three had often sung to-
gether.
Mr.. and Mrs. Mortimer were in the
library. He was reading aloud to her
while she worked. AS the three voices
reached them, the mother smiled, the ia
Their looked grave.
81 hate to refuse the boy" said he. 81
am fond of him, and his father and | are
old friends, yet | cannot give up my
daughter"
I'VE must not be selfish. DEAR replied
his wife, gently; I'VE cannot keep her al
ways with us"
1T is not that I do not like Robert
Mr. Nnptim4p pVnl9Inn6 hNbnt Shn *
young, and his affection may not be real
Mr.. Mortimer had had little experience
in other peoples love affairs.
"Here is an article on that clever young
poet everyone is speaking of. Shall [
read it," he asked. His wife nodded,
and he began:
mo young poet of the present day has
attained such POPULARITY as that one whose
writings are signed r. G. s. As little or
Lotking is known Of him, this magazine
has obtained a full account, with permits
sion to use his full name. This we feel
sure will be interesting to cur readers.
Several of his poems have been pub
iished in these pages, and many who read
them have written to ask his name. 1t is
Robert G.. Stanton
Robert" CALCULATED Mrs. Mortimer.
yes: | am proud of him"
"Hush!.' she whispered. Edith. Maud
and Robert were singing again. The song
SIlooo. oeCoHu lateL me 11dh > voice
began alone. 1t was clear, strong and
tender. His very soul was in it.
What were this world without thee?
Daylight would seem as night
Were thy dear presence missing,
Sunshine would lose it's light.
One thing, and one alone,
Now is my hearts desire.
That thou shouldSt be my own,
Mine, love, and mine entire.
There was a moments silence when
the voice ceased. Then Mr.. Mortimer
turned to his wife with the words: do
you remember how we used to plan at
Christmas time to give the children what
they wanted most?'
She smiled in answer
Il think l know the best thing l could
get Edith this year, and Robert. too.
VIII you come in with me?" continued
he: rising and walking to the door. "I'm
gong to play Santa Claus."-Troy Times.