New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-06-05

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a cure was not to be hoped for, matters
might be at least mended. The mountain
would not move for Mahemet. and the
barn was not likely to be more accom-
modating; bur something might, perhaps,
be done in way of hiding it. And Alice
was to be seen daily on the lawn. busily
at work with her own hands, and super
intending the labors Of others Hitherto
the balcony had been LETT entirely open,
with nothing to intercept the beautiful
western view; but now vines began to
climb there, something to vie with each
other in fastening upward with their del
icate, leafy wall, and hanging baskets
with tall plants and long streamers of ivy
did what they could in the common cause.
Here and there screens of lattice-work
were set up, where, one Of these days,
roses would bloom and a hawthorn hedge
was planted, and coaxed with every cum
ming device for speedy growth.
All this did very we'll while summer
lasted; bnt when the autumn winds and
frost had laid bare every tree and shrub,
stripped the leaves from the vines, and
carried destruction among the flower
baskets, then the barn stood forth again
in its nakedness, a great yellow blot up
on the landscape. In fact, as they look
ed out Of the balcony windows of the
stone house, it seemed the only thing
that was seen.
Mr.. Dean tried to take the infection
philosophically, since there was no rem
edy for it, and succeeded in putting it
out Of his mind about as we'll as people
generally do when thing is constantly
In sight. But Alice, who was a lady of
some spirit, was at no pains either to
lessen or conceal her indignation. Her
mother had been dead for many years,
and, on coming home from school a
year before, the marriage of her
only sister had left her sole
mistress Of her fathers home.
She had the greatest pride and delight
IN her ancestral home, and these feel
ings, together with her artistic sense of
the beautiful in nature, were so CALLED
by this hideous barn, set under her very
eyes, that she could never look at it with
out a flutter of wrath, sometimes silent,
but often outspoken.
It was during the winter which followed
the building OF his barn that young
Marshall IS he was called, returned from
Europe. John Marshall had bestowed
upon his only son every opportunity for
that extended intelligence and culture
which those of his name had hitherto
considered Of little worth compared to
the accumulation Of lands and stocks.
"There is money enough he said, "and
John shall have what he wants provided
he does not squander it."
A sin which the young man did not seem
inclined to commit, since, though be
knew how to spend generously, he had
never yet exceeded the ample allowance
granted him by his father.
Sole heir to the Marshall farm, which
had grown to be the largest in the
country, good-looking, frank and jovial,
and with an ease and grace Of manner
conferred by three years of foreign travel,
he speedily became the lion of Silverton.
At the village parties and social gather
ings all united to welcome and do him
honor, with one exception. A naughty
bow was the only acknowledgment that
Alice Dean would vouchsafe his presence.
She could not be brought to include her
self in any conversation in which he took
part, and her cool withdrawal from a
group which he CHANGED to join would
often place their mutual friends in embar-
RAISING positions. Her father, having
noticed this on one occasion when they
had been out togeter, demonstrated with
her on their return home, mildly suggest
Ing that she should endeavor to keep her
angry feelings a little more out of
sight:
This young man is not to blame for
his fathers conduct, you know" he con-
tinued.
''Of course not,'' said Alice; ssbut he's
his fathers son, and chip of the old
block, I dare say. "No," she added, after
moments silence, "it's of no use trying.
can never be civil to Marshall, with
that hideous yellow barn staring me in
the face''
Five minutes later, Mr.. Dean, who had
taken up and was looking over. his morn
ing paper, laid it down in hurry, as
Alice remarked in slow, deliberate way
as though she had at last made up her
mind:
Papa that barn will be. the ruin of my.
temper. | am going to set fire to it!''
Mr.. Dean glanced about the room, half
afraid that they were not alone, before he
replied:
"My child, that may be a pleasant lit
tie joke Of yours, but it is lucky that
there was no one to hear it but myself, .
'slt's no joke at all, papa. I am quite
serious. I have been thinking about it
for some time, and mean to do it,
Mr.. Dean took off his eyeglasses and
lool-al j. IL !