The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1916-08-08
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Then he added something I could not
near and she came to me with rosy
race The horrid old man." She was
half laughing 10 herself.
The goods we had ordered began to
arrive @fter breakfast, Bert bringing
them from the freight house in his
large wagon. | took the day off, and
devoted the morning to laying a stair
| carpet. probably the hottest job | ever
tackled. Thank goodness, the stairs
went straight up, without curve or
angle. As | worked. small feet pat
tered by me, up and down, and gar
ments from a big trunk in the lower
hall brushed my face as they were be-
ing carried past-brushed their faint
feminine perfume into my nostris and
made my hammer pause in midair.
After the carpet was laid there were
a thousand and one other things to do
There We're pictures of Stella's to be
hung, and them we put in the hitherto
vacant room at the front of the house,
next to the dining room. where Stellas
wall desk was also placed. and a case
of her books, and some chairs
"NOw | can work here when you
want to create literature in your room,
or | can receive my distinguished WIS.,
1tors here when you are busy" she
laughed, setting some ornaments on
the mantel. "My, but I've got a lot
of curtains to make, | never did so
much sewing in my life"
Bureaus were carried upstairs with
Mixes assistance, and the ivory backs
of a woman's toilet articles appeared
upon them: open closets showed me
rows of women's garments; glass
candlesticks were unpacked and set
upon the dining table, and the new
dining chairs dressed up" the room
remarkably. Everywhere we went
Mrs. Pillig followed with dustpan and
broom, Sticking up behind US. When
night came it was still an incomplete
| houSe-"Oh. a million things yet to
get" cried Stella, Just one by one as
we can afford it, which will be funr'-
| but a house that spoke everywhere of
a dainty mistress. Outside, by the
| woodshed. was pile Of packing boxes
and opened crates and excelsior.
There's your work, Peter" 1 said.
pointing.
Peter looked rueful but said moth
ing
That evening l tried to work, but
found it difficult, for watching my wife
sew.
you've no technique" / laughed
She made little mOue at me, and
went on hemming the curtains. getting
up now and then to measure them
why should l have?' she said pres
emily. you knew I was Phi D.
when you married me. These curtains
be on your own head! I'm doing the
best l can"
There was suddenly the suspicion of
moisture in her eyes, and l ran to
comfort her.
II so want to make Twin Fires
lovely" she added, pricking her finger
"Oh, tell me l can, if l am only a
highbrowr'
OF course the finger had to be kissed,
and she had to be kissed, and the hem
had to be inspected and praised, and
now, long, long afterward, l smile to
think how alike we all of us are on
honeymoon.
1t was the next morning that we re-
solved to begin the pool 81 don't ex-
pect to be married again fer several
years" said l, land so I'm going to
take a holiday this week. Well carry
the vegetables to market and bring
back the cement, and begin on our
water garden
Mike loaded the wagon with peas,
the last of the rhubarb, and ten quarts
of currants picked by Peter, and off
we started.
What is this horses name|" asked
Stella. taking the reins to learn to
drive.
HE has none, 1 guess Mike calls
him 'Giddup.'"
,, mo, it's Dobbin. He looks just like
Dobbin. He has a kind of conven-
tional. discouraged tail, like a Dobbin.
Giddup. Dobbinr'
The horse started to trot. There.
you see. it is his namew she laughed.
On Bentford Main street we passed
several motors and a trap drawn by a
prancing span, and all the occupants
stared at us, or rather at Stella, who
was beaming from her humble seat
on the farm wagon more like an
eighteenth century shepherdess than a
New England farmers wife We added
over three dollars more in the account
book with the market, and read with
delight the grand total of S4O.SO al
ready in two weeks.
Next year." said |. "I'll double it,
Then l spent the IS, and some more.
for Portland cement.
We got into our oldest clothes when
we reached home. l put on rubber
boots, and we tackled the pool Even
with the brook as low as it was. the
engineering feat was not easy for on.
unskillful hands. Peter soon Joined
US, and lent at least unlimited entbu-
siasm.
Peter" said l, 'you never worked
this hard splitting kindlings.''
Peter grinned "Ho. | like 10 make
DAMS" he said
The first thing we did was to divert
the brook by digging a new channel
above the spot where we were to build
the dam. and letting the water flow
around 10 the left. close to one of the
flower beds. Then when the OLD chan