Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1898-07-06

Enthusiastically, ''she's perfect"
Give me the fine, educated, polished
society woman when you are looking for
feminine perfection, every time.
The girl who has been around, and
seen the best and highest everywhere:
who can say graceful and pretty things
in two or three languages; whose mother
is a stately colonial dame, and her for
bears men who in their day and genera
ton fought IN the old wars of their c0un-
try.
Give me the girl descended from men
who owned the land on which their sons
were born generations back, men whose
economic and social ethics, whose views
and principles have come down to them
and to her through an inherited culture
and intellectually, to reach the splendid
humanitarianism of such wonderful ex-
amples as the De Wits, as Cavour and
Lord Bacon, Churchill and Washington"
IempletOn is, old man, and don't you for
get it, lamely concluded Kirkland
Hello, Heath! seems you have q hob
by said Hartford, much amused fitting
his chair back, as he looked down the
blurred vista of the street.
Nothing of the kind retorted Kirk
land, shortly. Il happen to know what
every enlightened, sensible and observant
man and woman knows, and that is, that
good birth, breeding and esthetc culture
broaden and improve character and mind,
and that fine old antecedents and tradi-
ton elevate.
''Of course there are always exceptions
to every rule. But particularly with
women is that sort of influence most ad-
mirable. Not that | deny sturdy virtue
and worth elsewhere" continued Hart
ford discursively as the wind dashed the
rain against the window panes, then Whis-
tied off down the street, while the darken-
ing night made the brilliantly-iit shop
where the two girls sat against a back
ground of flowers and foliage a luminous
and charmingly distinct picture. I'm
consciously, they served to inspire Hart
ford,s argumentative elOQuence.
'The highest expression of feminine
perfection in thought and character is to
be found among the most delicately
reared portion of humanity be CON
tinued. while Kirkland lit a cigar and
nodded assent. ''Al this absurd twaddle
some people indulge in as to envy and
meanness and jealously being more
prevalent among society women than else
where is inane nonsense and shows a dis
tinct lack of knowledge. There are evil
deeds and backbiting the world over, but
there is less of either among women of
fine breeding and high position than in
other circles-that every man knows who
knows them. And there is more splendid
devotion ard, at a PINCH heroism among
those same women, too.
Now, look at that clean-cut profile,
the fine turn of that chin. You can see
plainly, now she has thrown off her furs.
Just notice the splendid pose of that
head. l tell you what. man, AurOre
IempletOn, for all her luxurious society
habits and dainty ways, could be just as
grandly heroic as was recently, you re-
member, that splendid English woman,
wife Of the colonel of the Eighteenth
Hussars, when they were assailed by the
Chiganees and shut up and massacred in
a tower IN India"
I'm not yet in love with Miss Aurore,
but grant all you say about her. said
Kirkland. laughingly. whats that mis-
cradle beggar doing out in this Storm
"A tall, thin woman, leading Il little
mite of baby girl by the hand, who
turned a pitiful, tear-stained face toward
them as she passed, went slowly by, her
drenched and torn garments clinging to
her thin form. while the wind tossed a
stray lock of unkempt hair from beneath
her hat.
The child appeared to be securely bun
died up, but her big brown eyes looked
frightened, and the electric lights re-
yealed how tired she was.
why, that poor creature must be era
" to keep her child out on such a
night said Hartford, searching for his
pocketbook.
Kirkland touched an electric button,
then started up with an exclamation.
Hartford looked up, then out through
the window, then they both went rapidly
through the hall, Selling their hats and
OyercOats as they passed.
1t was a sore sight.
The woman had slipped on the wet
pavement just in front of Dubois's flower
shop, striking her head on the sharp cor
ner of the curbstOne as she fell
She lay prone and bleeding and apDar-
emily dead while tho child vvailad with
grief and terror
Aurore Templeton, unheeding the driv-
ing storm, was bending over her. trying
TO stanch the blood as it trickled down
her wan, unconscious face.
Saying tender words, she drew the ter
rlhed child toward her with a sweet, pro-
tecting grace. telling her that soon her
mother would open her eyes and would
get we'll again.
Aurore's handkerchief was too fiimsy
to be of much service, and her gown was
soon drenched with the rain and other
STAINS representing the waning life of
fellow creature.
Take her away, May; in among the
flowers, said Aurore, ''and give her some
sweets
A crowd gathered, in spite Of the pelt-
ing storm.
Raising her gently, Kirkland and Hart
ford brought the emaciated form into Du-
bois flower shop, laying her on chairs
hastily brought in.
''She is dead said a young medical stu
dent, who had come in the Charity hospi-
tai ambulance, placing his hand over her
heart. 'The blow and the shock COM
bined to kill her outright. Better send
for the coroner
He went off hastily, for there was an
accident at the foundry, and the ambu-
lance had been rung up.
Put her in the carriage, May, and wait
for me. We will take her home Wrap
my furs around her; she is shivering, poor,
mOtheress little mite,''
Turning, Aurore explained to Kirkland
her earnest wish to have the unknown
dead cared for and not given a pauper's
grave.
Pardon me- [ will attend to the matter.
Miss Aurore," said Hartford, reverently.
Softly and gently Aurore removed the
Old hat, smoothed and braided the long
dark hair, adjusted the faded robe and
folded the thin hands across her breast.
Taking a few white roses from among
old Dubois flowers, she placed them in
the stiffened fingers
Then, stopping, she whispered softly:
Never fear, poor soul: sleep your sleep
TndiStUrbp6. VOur ha hy cri1,I will no oorod