New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-07-03

He turns away as if to return to the gar
den.
Nov. or never!" say to myself, and
with q rapidly beating heart. begin:
Ahem would you not like 70 60 in
fsfd9 d6rIuin?" s.asA aa4s4sfs 80 sss i,
y~4t tyso speak M matchmaking tdne,
EWAilS nE stupid hkart humps 81 HAT
wonder he does not hear It. t. aafss ss1s4Sa' =
SIS it really ruin?" he asks,
am 1bnfgged to admit that IL IL 1onbvs
aalmit ation eena End them
maltRr semathlllHgg about 'psople Hang ~ 4!
=. Thank you all the same, he ;sT' saws,
!.hut Isthink Twill content myself will,
an outside Yiew;I dare say it is full Of
Iearwigs and spiders, very unpleasant
creatures to have tumbling about one me
dom t you think so?''
eyes, oI slowly assent, adding quickly.
asssI am seized with "a likely idea, 90.
yes! am soaterfibly afraid of thems and
papa ,Wnf make me keep my gardening
tools in there, so that / am. always. pre-
vented from gard ening unless william Is
here to get them FOR me. I wanted t; do
a little gardening snow,' Iacontinue,
glaneing 81 him timid1 y; t,sSutaI suppose
f'must wait till I find William and.I
TRY the. effect -aslittle sigh
/ Success! My fish nibbles.! Now to
land u hi hint EsAs33 TIN
5t'sCan't act as William s si1bstitue?,, 81
And, without waiting for my permits
sion, the unfortunate fbailif braves the
carvings and spiders and enters the trap.
'SThank you!' cry, excitedly. sYou
will find them in the recess behind the
door, ,,ssSss$
Hastily following him, pull the door,
turnsthe key with q desperate wrench.
Eand, covering my ears with nv hands, Il
fly like q hunted deer toward the house.
Poor James wits are. nearly scared
away when I relate tosher my adventures.
She declares that bailiffs always hunt in
couples, and that there is sure to be an
other lurking about the place. So;yi to
prevent surprise, we carefully lock and
bolt all hedo0rs,I and, notwithstanding
that it is early in the afternoon, close and
fasten the shutters to, all the windows on
eAAC S1OuAO JtHI4 'FFi} 49, {ffS sit3I
How slowly the time passes l. Three
lo'clock--four o'clock,-no father! If he
does not catch the four o'clock express
from Bardmoor, he will not reach home
Ill seven. M fyttsNfh ss,ft&. h !,
|I Another hour before he can arriv e! i
try toread, but cannot settle my ideas,
It is equally useless to- work, II tor,
ture, myself, with all kinds of horrible
Thoughts, but at last. the hands of the
clock point to half tiye..y,.Hesamust.
be here soon; So 60 t.. my bedroom
window, andswatch tie road Till I zee him.
coming, and then. fushSto tie 4toor;,s
and, opening il pa the chain, cautioe5usty.
whisper to him: 3As'S+ '4&s
81 sss sBe careful, father, and when open the
door comesin as quickly as you can; but
look round first and see if any one is
Watc ching, as the bailifs are here, and
have been trying, to get in.'
cautiously unlock the chain, and
open The door SO gingerly that father HAS
to give itquite push before he can get
in. Msys s3iSs SFs siFss555
|, 20, dad, dear, I cry,sa kiss h;m, II
am sosglad that you are come back. I've
had such an5aWful fright The bailiff has
been ere,and would hayesgot into the
house butthat was too clever for fim.''
And clanmy hands and laugh glee-
fully as IIelate to my father the excit'
ing eventAof Hhe day; and lie qcalls me
his. braye little girl and hssaS heroine. =,
and onlylaughs when 1 assure him that
the bailifs looked ''quite like gentle
n N ,ssass as.ss.s
EssssysstssW ell dear my Acknowledgements NO.
Es1t down to dinner, - saw old Mr. Bar
tor and heshas advised smeSfo apxT, and
settlew thet maftersat once-4ini fact. he,
candidly told me that heathoughtl iIi was
in the wrong 80 after dinner we will re-
lease your friend.I Il dare say something
warm for his inside .sandx some golden
ointment fer the palm of his hand. will
soon put matters right. Old Barton is
ageing ye1y much, my fatRer continues,
as he ieftectiv.ly sips his wine.:. t.He. Vas
very pleased to see me. 4 had quite a
long chat with him. He says that his
nephew, whom He intends tosucceed him
is'very Clever He is i choking felLl
low, I should say, Judging from his
photograph His uncle gave me-, one.
I've got IT ii my pocket somewhere"
And, after searching for some time my
father pulls out from packet Of papers
a small-sized carte de-yisite, which he
hands to me. I take if, from him, and
look at it. One glance is sufficient. +
dash it from me, and, burying my face in
my hands, I cry out: .7ssis W.
d 20, dad, dad, the bailiffp'
where, where, glrl9n asks my father,y
sprginging from his seat ss nlpsetting hissI