The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1916-08-08
CHAPTER XIII-Continued.


The train started, it left New York
behind it. it ran into the suburbs, then
INTO the country, and at last the hills
began to mount beside the track. and a
cooler, fresher air to come in through
the windows. Still her eyes smiled
into mine, but she said little. save now
and then to lean forward and whisper,
rs it true, John, is it true?"
SO we came to Bentford station. in
the early dusk Of evening, and the air
was good as we alighted. and the 81
lence. Suddenly Buster appeared. un-
dulating with joyous yelps along the
platform, and sprang at SteIla's face
He almost ignored me.
Peter was waiting with the buggy.
We sat him between us and drove
home.
'Home-your home, our home"
whispered, pressing her Nhand behind
Peters back.
Sold lot O peas and things" said
Peter Il got 'em all down in the
book. Gee. | drove over most every
day, an I'm gOin' to be on the ball
team in the village, an | wanter join
the Boy Scouts, but ma won't let nc
less you say it's all right, an amt
ftY"
We'll think 1t over, Peter" said 1.
Stella was bouncing up and down on
the seat with excitement as the buggy
ratified over the bridge. Lamplight
or inn ~
the kitchen porch stood Mrs Pillig
dressed in her best, and Mrs. Bert and
Bert. AS we climbed from the buggy,
Bert raised his hand, and shower
of rice descended upon us. Stella ran
up the path, and Mrs. Bert's ample
were half laughing. half crying, when
got there with the grips.
Amt that jest like the sex?" said
Bert, with a jerk of his tbumb-"so
durn glad they gotter cry about it,"
you shet up" said Mrs. Bert. For
all you know. I'm pityin' the poor
childr'
Mrs. Pillis had an ample dinner
ready for us, with vegetables and salad
fresh from the garden, and, as a
browning glory, a magnificent lemon
pie
This is much better than anything
at Sherry's." cried Stella, beaming
upon her.
We sat long while looking at each
other across the small table, and then
nd ovrt int +hn
ming and our feet took US into the
pines, where in the darkness we
stopped by now sacred spot and held
each other close in silence. Then we
went back into the south ROOM
"Oh, If the curtain stuff would only
hurry up and Gomez cried my wife.
''You must learn patience-Mrs. Up
ton" said |, while we both laughed
Silly over the title, as others have
done before us, no doubt. Presently
Mrs. Pillig's anxious face appeared at
the door. She seemed DESTROYS of
speaking, and doubtful how to begin.
What is it, Mrs Pillig?" l asked
'Well, SIR" she said, hesitantly, az
suppose now you are married you
won't need me, after all" She paused.
Il rented my house," she added.
"Need your | cried. "Why, now !
shall need you more than ever!"
She smiled family, still looking du-
bious. Stella went over to her. what
he means is, that I'm a poor goose
who doesn't know any more about
keeping house than Buster does about
astronomy" she laughed. "Of course
you'll stay, Mrs. Pillig, and teach me-
THANK you, miss mean missus. y
said Mrs. Pillig, backing out
"Be careful | warned. eff you let
Mrs. Pillig think you're so very green,
she'll begin to boss you"
THAT would be a new sensation y
laughed Stella. Il like new sensations
as much as Peter Pan did Oh. it's a
new sensation having home like this.
and living in the country, and smelling
good, cool air and-and having you
She was suddenly beside me on the
settle. We heard Mrs. Pillig going up
TO bed. The house was still Outside
the choral song of night insects sound
ed drowsily. Buster came softly in
and plopped down on the rug We
were alone in Twin Fires, together,
and she would not rise to 90 I'D the
road to Berts. She would never gol
SO we sat long. long while-and the
rest shall be silence.