New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-06-26

narrow income by taking boarders. It
would smile at his biting sarcasm, his
brilliant conversation, and cynical sneers,
if he was reinstated in his fathers favor,
but how rude these would be in poor
man.
Leonie, from thinking Of societys
! opinions, quite unconsciously glided into.
considering her own. This dark browed
man had made a fair portion of her sum-
mer pleasure for three months, had been
her cavalier in many country walks,
drives and sails, and quoted poetry under
trees, sung in a superb baritone upon
murmuring waters, looked into her eyes
on moonlit porch, and whispered deli
cately- worded fatterv. No more than
many another man had done. a beauty
and rich, Miss Cameron had looked upon
more than one languishing suitor, and
forgotten him when her amusement
wearied her: Scarcely a f1irt-for she
encouraged no downright love-making,
but a beautiful, fascinating woman who
wounded hearts with merely careless
grace.
Musing in the sunset it was impressed
upon the proud heart that unconsciously
she had poisoned life that was already
sinking. There we're capabilities forbet.
ter things than dissipation suicide in
John Furber, and she shivered as she
thought he might be upon some danger
Gus precipice, waiting for the clasp of the
hand to draw him back, or its repulse to
throw him over. She passed in review
her host OF male friends, and found none
who had weakened her heart to hours of
such keen pleasure as John Furberhad Civ
en- her. She tried to recall one mind where
grasp of intellect had dwarfed her down
as his had done, who had met her fairly
in so many arguments and worsted her,
and she could only remember soft fattery
of her wonderful mind"
Finally, lifting her eyes with a soft
sigh, she saw him leaning against tree
opposite the low window, looking at her.
A vivid flush stained her cheek as he
said:
"What have you been thinking Of?
You have not stirred for half an hour.
Only that your eyes were open, should
have thought you asleep
"Your powers of observation are mar
velous,'' she answered, lightly. 81 was
dreaming"
"Of what's
1.-THE world in general, my world in
particular. It is almost time 1 returned
there"
She was prepared for some polite show
Of regret, but not for the CHASTITY change
in his face.
She shuddered, remembering her aunt's
words.
''Going away! Why of course you
would be soon," he said trying to speak
carelessly, while his eyes hungrily de-
voured her face, and his white parched
lips we're drawn as if in sharp physical
pain.
II have been here three months" she
said, feeling he: own heart ache at his
misery.
eyes, yes! You will go certainly"
"And you," she said very gently, .'you
will be in the city,J presume should
be glad to welcome you to nv house,
"No,' he said harshly; II will not
take such advantage of your kindness; I
am a man your friends would tell YOU
to shun, Miss Cameron man who has
wasted life till it is too late to take up
the threads AGAR. You do not know,
perhaps, that my aunt keeps me here
from charity"
" I know you have offended your fa-
ther,.' she answered." but you are a man
scarcely thrifty, and it is cowardly to talk
of despair a. your age"
Her words cut like a whip-lash. The
dark blood mounted to his forehead as
he repeated:
Coward! l might fight the world
yet, butt and here his tone was bitter,
and yet strangely pathetic, 6 the battle is
scarcely worth winning. What would I
gain? Money! I do not value it. Po-
sltion. I have thrown it behind me. I
have played the fool and I must take
FOOLS wages
f" l will not have you say so,'' she said
reused by an earnestness she never had
intended to betray. "You shall not use
lessly throw away life
hope sprang to his eyes, new there,
lighting them to dazzling radiance.
81 Miss Cameron Leonie," he cried,
s were there prize to win, were one
hearts hope conferred upon me, I would
trample down these demons of tempta-
ton. would prove myself man if
had any motive"
There was no installing the prayer in
lbs eyes, the pleading in his voice.
Only for one moment, close now to the
low window before hand Eka . annw
flake fell upon his shou !der, a voice low