New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1879-09-24

harbor, came on board, and as thew
stepped on the deck, almost the first
person that Norman saw was tall,
dark. handsome fellow with . seam
across his forehead. In an instant he
had turned upon his heel, and was
striding to another part Of the ship
before he knew what he was doing. or
could make IN his bewildered mind to
action in relation to this man, who
must long since have been Emily's
husband. IS he reasoned. But he was
not 80 quick that another foot did not
come striding after. and hand was
laid upon his shoulder in amannerth
made him wheel about ut once.
"Weu, Mr.. Macpherson, said the
stranger, In . great honest voice, FAC
cording to oil the laws of society,
believe you owe mo some satisfaction,
and I have come to claim it. -
BY all means, sir,'' said Mr.. Mac
pherson, mechanically. with bow.
And then the stranger broke into
hearty laugh. And I won't say any
thing" he exclaimed, "ab0ut your
outrage to your superior officer, but,
By Jove!' he cried, with another peal Of
laughter, cit serves you right. Did
you suppose all the world wanted to
marry your Emily. you oonoeited mon
keye Sophy was girl much more 70
my mind, let me tell you. Sophy has
been my wife this many . month. And
it was Of Sophy that Emily was speak.
Ing when you took the law into your
hands. suppose, sir" ran on the
stranger, that ought to give you
good thrashing; but all the satisfaction
want is to hear you say that you are
ashamed Of yourself" And you may
be sure he had it.
But there was no time for converse
ton before they were joined by others,
and the courtesies of the exceedingly
brief occasion occupied the time of
hosts and guests till the boat put of
again and the Attaseck received her
own. But letter to the Department,
requesting leave of absence from his
ship, went into the mail from the next
harbor they entered, and the time that
passed before answer came and the re-
quest was granted was longer than all
the rest of Norman Macpherson's life.
And although he travelled homeward as
fast as steam could carry him, to his
frame of mind electricity would have
seemed slow.
With what citation he saw at last, the
long, long miles having raveled out be-
hind him like the clearing of a tangled
skein, the lights of the city stretching
on all the radiation of its avenuesl
How gladly and eagerly, two hours
after that, he hurried up the street OF
the little suburban town, picturing to
himself the sight of Emily, the sparkle
Of her surprise, the next moment when
he should feel her arms around him,
the way in which she would forgive
him, hardly daring to look up, his
heart was beating 50. And when he
did ct last look up it was only to SEQ
blinds closed and paths overgrown, and
the latch of the gate too rusted to lift
easily-only to find, with benumbed
sense of the world having come to an
end, that Emily and her mother had
gone; and, as Lis own people had scat
tered long ago. there was nobody in
that neighborhood to tell him where.
But after . few hours his wits re.
turned to Mr.. Macpherson; he remem-
bered that the family had friends, and
from one to another he went then in
the following weeks; but to no pur.
pose; all that he could discover was
that Emily and her mother were in
Europe, but in what portion Of IL no.
body seemed to know. For q little
while he experienced all the black
despair Of such revulsion from hope.
But there was nothing to do. He
cursed his i'll fortune, and contrived to
get transferred to the European squad
ron, and then began his search anew.
As fate had ordered it, perhaps in
mockery of his impu]siveness, he had
not even learned the name of the officer
who had demanded satlsfactlOn; ne ala
not even know if that officer belonged
to the Attaseck; out he wrote to one of
his old comrades to learn about him IL
possible, and meantime he waited and
watched.
Mr.. Macpherson's habits changed,
too, somewhat. From having never
gone ashore, he now never staid ON
ship, If he could get away, when shore
was In sight. Town after town he
secured, journey after journey he man.
aged to make, bank after bank he Wis
tied, at post after post he asked. But
No AVUAAA AAV VI NO VI WA0V uO 6Ouku1
and 40 the year closed he said 10 him
self that it was of no use, aud that he
was . man with memory and without
hope. Still he continued to 90 ashore
when in harbor, although more from
habit now than from expectation, sum
shine or storm making little difference.
He had come ashore one day as usual, J.
on the afternoon of the morning when
the frigate entered port, and had taken
lost himself IN the upper part Of It.
The lowering weather of the morning
had ripened to drizzliDg mist at last,
and now it was raining in steady
down-pour that the wind caught up in
slanting sheets. He had, however,
bought an umbrella at some shop, and
was hurrying down to the shore-pict-
uresque as ever, with all its boats and
nets, in the advancing twilight, wrap
ped in gusts of rain that now and then
opened and disclosed the masts rocking
in the offing and wondering only If he
would find the sailors waiting with TIE
Gig The wind was straight in his
face, and the rain came fine as needles,
he held the umbrella, as he bent to the
force Of the gale, directly before him,
like an African warriors shield; and
that is the reason that suddenly he
found himself brought to stand. still,
as with sudden shock his umbrella
had interlocked with another, like two
horned creatures doing battle. "A
thousand pardons," he exclaimed,
gruf1y, in English, before he bethought
himself of his French IS Do nrAv ox.