New Ulm weekly review., 1878-04-10
RedOlette's Escape.
cit is farther than itlooks," said Redo

" Not too far for us to climp," answered
the sunny faced boy who held Redo
ette's hand while ne gaZed resolutelv up
at the mountains greenwood height
"We can be there by sundown, and
run back before it is dark.
Well, then, l II ask leave"
"Ask leave: Are you not your own
mistress Redolette??"
No; must obey my husband, ,"
gravely the little maid replied.
g Your husband!" cried Willie Locke.
9 Yes, he is here, in the house. I al
ways ask his leave when he is at home.
I do it in the beginning, because it will
be so all the rest of my life. am learn
ing, he says, to be his wife,
What do you mean, Redolette?" ask.
ed the boy, dropping her hand and turn
ing to her with great earnestness, his
eyes ablaze, his cheeks flushed You do
not-you surely do not mean Judge Hunt
when you say my husbann' Oh, you
are not in earnest, you are teasing. you
are Joking; you are not in earnest Redo
lette?1
I'm earnest, Wil,ic," the girl replied
Do not look so fierce. Are you wolf?
Are you going 10 eat me uD?"
'No, lie is the wolf,' said Willie, indig-
nantly.
Il have always been his little wife
said Redoiette. :" was born so. Ever
since Redolette was a oaby," he says, she
has been mine He is my guardin. My
dying father left me in his hands, and he
takes care of me, and takes care Of the
money am to have when I am of age;
but before that, at least so Aunt Rhoda
declares, although l dent say so quite
before that we shall probably be married.
There? Now, Willie, I'll go and ask
leave"
Without another word she ran up the
path at whose outer terminus, the garden
gate, they had been standing while they
talked, and disappeared in the house.
She returned all smiles. "Judge Hunt
has gone Gown to the village for the
evening letters,a and aunt says we may gosto
Block Height, if we will hurry home
She offered to take his hand again as they
went through the gate, but Willie drew
proudly back. She started inquiringly,
but still smiling. Nov, Willie" she
said, "dont spoil our dear little time.
Please don't be cross
Il am not cross said Willie; II was
never less SO in my life. But certainly
shall not take the hand of another mans
WIFE You do not understand me, Redo
lette," said this man of eighteen to the
baby woman at his side, in a voice thrill
ing with emotion and stinging with re-
proach.
ooh, I do" said Redolette, deeply
shocked at his vehemence. "Indeed |
do, Willie. l understand you with ali
my heart They had gone some PAGES
down the maple-arched road before she
spoke again, and during that time Willie
had taken the hand he had rejected, not
only that, but he had transferred it from
his right hand to his left, SO that he might
encircle with his firm arm her little waist
She turned to him fully her innocent,
sweet face-was there ever a face more
sweet and more innocent?-a said,
You are the only thing, Willie, in all the
world that do understand"
"Oh, Redoette!'' p sighed Willie, and he
kissed her check
She broke away from him then, and
they had race. They raced down the
road to the lane; raced up the lane to the
pasture fence, and this without any APP
peal for assistance from Redolette, Tor
she was a mountain maid, and free and
agile as bird; raced across the upland
meadow, and then Willie caught up. The
ascent began; it became sleeper and more
steep; they went slowly and more slow.
smooth, viewed from below. They
climbed wearily the steep stones, stopping
occasionally to take breath, and to look
back with delicious little lingerings at
the pictured field and wood stretched at
their feet, and the zigzag village clinging
to the rivers brink as for dear life
Before sundown they reached the
height. They found a seat just wide
enough for two in the crevice Of the
great square rock that gave to this &C.
cessiole hiil-summit, perched amid proud
er mountain heights its familiar name
"Block Toights.' Flushed and excited
and again cooled and calmed, they rested
while behind them the sun went down its
ORD quite hidden by interlocking hills
and known only in its final departure by
the uplifting from the valley Of the skir,
Of sumptuous light.
Now, Redolette, we must have sol
emn talk"
"Generally," sad Redollette, with q
demure yet coquettish accent, Il do not
like solemn talks
"Never mind," Willie insisted, authori-
tatively, whether you like them or not
Redolette He paused; he was going tc
say, "Rcdolette darling" but he restrain
ed, for the sake of solemnity, his boyish
warmth. "Redolette, how old are you?'
She folded her hands in her lap, and