New Ulm weekly review., 1878-07-03
Ie turns away as if to return to the gar

Oen.
'Now or never!" I say to myself, and
with a arapidly-beating heart I begin ..,.-.
"Ahem! would you not like to go in
side our rsuin?" 4s.ss%& T. So b.
ss@.I trysto speak in, am Jan inlsinuating tdne,
while ny stupid heart sthumps 50 that
/ wonder he does not hear It. t. "'''s s'<s'S',
SIS it really ruin?" he asks.
I am Obliged to admit that it is only
an imitation Fone;@ and them L Itconfusedlys
mutter somsth'iilng 4 III about people liking to,s|
sec. such things. 50 ...'z~'
.,. ."Thank you all. the same,' he says,
""but I! think Twill content myself with
an outside view;I dare say it is full of
Iearwigs and spiders, very unpleasant
creatures to have tumbling about one,
don't you think so?" ..-.,...-.. -.
4. "Yes,nI slowly assent, adding quickly,
as I am seized with a likely idea, 20,
yes! I am sosterribly afraidao aof them; and
papa will make me keep my gardening
tools in there. so that l am always pre-
vented from gardening unless William is
here to get them for me. I wanted to do
a little gardening snow," continue,
glancing at HIM timidly; '!sbutsI I suppose
1 must wait till I find William" andsI
try the effect of little sigh. .-e--'r~r-,,,--..~
Success! My fish nibbles! Now to
land himl 4 " b#tfl %Ef
"Can't I act as William .substitue?'' y
And, without waiting for my permis-
sion, the unfortunate bailiff braves the
earwigs and spiders and enters the trap
''Thank your cry, excitedly. "You
will find them in the recess behind the
door" g5ssEss<S sssEs<
Hastily following him, pull the door,
turn the key with a desperate wrench.
and, covering my ears with my hands, L
fly like a hunted deer toward the house
+ Poor James wits are nearly scared
away when relate 1osher my adventures.
She declares that bailiffs always hunt in
couples, and that there is sure to be an
other lurking about the, place. So, to
prevent a surprise, we carefully lock and
| bolt all the doors, and, Notwithstanding
that it is early in the afternoon, close and
fasten the shutters to all the windows on
the ground foor .4li gn" 14t.lrra..
How slowly the time passes Three
o'clock-four o'clock no father! If he
dees'not catch the four o'clock express
from Bardmoor; he will not reach home
till seven. l..t . -gt..tl -. v'c,... d,
I Another hour before he can arrive ]
try to>read, but cannot settle my ideas,
It is equally useless to work, I tor:
! ture myself with all kinds of horrible
thoughts, but at last the hands of the
Ecloek, point ~half-past,, ,,fve..waHe.Dmust,
be here soon; 50 l go to my bedroom
window, and watch the road till Isee him
coming, and then 1 rush ito the door,
and, openingit on the chain, cautiously.
whisper to him: '"7'
33 BE careful, father, and when open the
door come in as quickly as you can; but
look round first and see if any one is
watching, as the bailiffs are here, and
have been trying to get in
I cautiously unhook the chain, and
open the door 50 gingerly that father has
to give it quite q push before he can get
in. a@ss5 .}7ss53
/ 90, dad, DEAR cry,'a as kiss him, Il
am so glad that you are come back. I've
had such an awful fright. The bailiff has
been here, and would have got into the
4 house but5that was too clever for him.
And clapSmy hands and laugh glee-
fully as Irelate to my father the excit'
ing events: Of the day; and he calls me
Ibis 1''brave little girl" and ''a heroine"
and nlylaughs when assure him that
the bailiff looked 'quite like a gentle
man. g%$,,,,5st
sssyyyA. ell, dear my father begins.eas VIC
/ sit down to dinner, - saw old Mr. Bar
fton, and heshas adNisedSme to pay, and
settle the matter 3at once---in fact, he
candidly told me that he thought i was.
in the wrong-so after dinner we will re-
lease your friend Il dare say something
warm for his inside .yandt some golden
ointmentfo the palm of.zhis hand will
soon put matters right. Old Barton is
ageing vefv much, my father continues,
as he reflective ly sips his wine. "He was
very pleased to see me. I had quite a
long chat with him. He says that his
nephew, whom he intends to succeed him
is very clever He is a fne-looking fell
low, I should say, Judging from his
photograph, His uncle gave me one.
I've got it in my pocket somewhere"
| And, after searching for some time, my
father pulls out from packet, Of papers
small-sized carte visite, which he
hands to me. I take it from him, and
look at it. One glance is sufficient. I
| dash it from me, and, burying my face in
my hands, I cry out: VIII
20, dad, dad, the bailiffv'
where, where, g1rla' asks my father
springing from his seat, and upsetting his
|-wine, as he looks eagerly about the room,
as if expecting"an ambuscadeof county
court myrmidons:r Ut 5GTyT . r. fryJ;3
| %, What shall do?'' Iexclaim.. ..gTell