New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-01-09


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ssYou dare tell me-you, hired teach
er in this house, that am a liar-that
Miss"
Santelle did not make the smallest at
tempt to interrupt the tide of passion, but
there was something in his eyes that made
the gentleman pause suddenly, and then
Santelle went on, quietly as before with
that unnatural quiet that precedes terri
BILE tempests.
'vThere is no need to introduce the
lady's name again;I simply say ! have
never paid her any attention beyond that
which is due to a lady from gentleman;
that / should pay an Empress Of the blood
royal if the occasion required it, or any
other woman. You have seen fit to mis-
construe, and from the moment you brand
| ed me unfit for the position of tutor to
your sons, however false the accusation
was, you ceased to be my employer. Mr..
Trevelyan, there is no need to prolong
this interview
I He bowed with the cold, polished ease
of a society-usaged man, and went leis-
urely from the library to his room with
that same compression of his handsome
lips, but with the fire in his blue ewes
giving place to bitter, dreary woe.
To think she is the first woman
ever met who could quicken my pulses
by glance of her bright, beautiful eyes
and I am insulted because I dare con
verse with her-I, tutor on a salary,
she darling Of fate and fortune p
Down in the library where Santelle
| had left him, Mr.. Trevelyan paced to and
| trO.
"The insolent, independent puppy,
with his face like gods and his manner
! the manner of Prince. It is time he
took his congo from Trevelyan Park when
he bids fair to be formidable rival to my
son Rupert in Ida Veldt's nvor. I am
not blind; I'm not fool: 1have seen the
girls magnificent eyes look at him with
a light in them I'd willingly give check
for thousand to see in them when she
laughs with my boy"
And just within one of the deep, dusky
recesses of the library, hidden by flow
ing silken drapery, as fair a girl as ever
lived, with lustrous dark eyes all agloW,
and cheeks as pink as morningg;gglory,
stood quiet and breathless until MIR.
lreVelYan laQ lclL Tile rOOnls
EsThe grand, glorious fellow! Why he's
Prince in disguise! / wonder-I won
der if-O dear, Of course it is only chiv-
alrous courtesy Mr.. Santelle feels, and
won't be fool if he has got the most
| heavenly smile and the handsomest eyes
| I ever saw, but I'll see him again before
ne leaves, and
But Ida Veldt did not see him again
before he left Trevelyan Park, for San
telle did not remain over one train, and
when Ida returned from her gallop over
the breezy country roads, with her cheeks
| glowing, her hair wind blown over her
face like a mist Of spun gold, and her
bronze, dark eyes eloquent with the
strange, half-sweet, half. sad thoughts she
could not understand, Raymond Santelle
was separated from her, by fate and the
railroad, so many miles that ever to meet
again seemed Of even less likely proba-
bility than the finding Of needle in a
haystack. ~
ssBut, Raymond, there is no use in you
being so obstinate about it! You have
fever, and your eyes are as CLASSY as a
cats in dark cellar-arn't they, Mrs
Santelle?"
Harry Livingston reached out to take
Raymond Santelle's hand to feel the
throbbing, irregular pulse.
s.Don't be fool, Harry! tell you
am not sick-at least beyond tridine
although won't be responsible fol
an attack of brain fever if you and Aunt
Amy don't quit coddling me-
.sYou see how it is, Mr.. Livingston,
can't do anything with him. He's beer
t Just that contrary ever since he came
: home the other night with a chill, and ]
4 coaxed him to take a hot lemonade"
e The little bright-eyed old lady looked
: anxiously from her boys flushed face t,
t Livingston's half. earnest, half-mischiev
1 Gus one.
CHE always was headstrong, you know
: Don't YOU remember how disagreeabl,
: mulish he was when he came home from
q Trevelyan Park, couple Of years age
and refused to go into society at all, eve
s when he had come into the snug littl
Q legacy his grandmother left him e.
Santelle turned frowningly to Living
> ston.
r. eff you knew how it annoyed me I
le hear you talk =
le Harry arose prompts ughing.
Il Cali right, I'll call again when you az
n in better humor, Ray. Mrs. Santelle,yo
It promised to show me your pelargo nium
I think?"
IF The conservatory door had barrel
D closed on their heels when Livingston
ri leyity vanished.
1Mrs. Santelle, Ray is much sick,
A az, 4bo,, ,Tn1c,a,, houn Ssanv idna nfs Gan