New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1879-11-05

Dora was indignant. She knew very
we'll that Grace could be spiteful; but
the spite did not hurt her as much a.
the answering consciousness that, in
spite Ut her fine theories, she had been
most implicitly submissive to Mr.. Hor-
tons escort. The girlish silly pride
that was her great fault rose in arms !;
she did not answer Grace, but, with .
resolute look on her flushed face,
eprang onward after her own fashion,
stumbling and clinging as we'll as she
could. every moment expecting Mr..
Horton to advise or demonstrate, but
bent on needing his voice no more.
She expected in vain. He said moth
ing, aud the smile on his face would
not have pleased her; he only followed
fast behind her till they came to little
grassy platform at the bend of the
stream, where the rocks retreated and
the trees had been swept away directly
in front of the last and highest fall,
which descended here at ri hit angles
with the rest of the stream, behind q
cliff that hid it entirely from the lower
pool.
Grace had stopped far below; she
was heated and tired, and angry, too.
Ned Sohenck did not mind her petu.
lance, for he did not care for her; 50
he sat down on the other end of the log
where she had seated herself, aud pro-
famed the delicate forest oi0rs with Z
cigar: Dora stopped . moment to take
breath and admire the beautiful fall
before them, which dashed its white
water down the sheer black rock, and
sprinkled with bright dew tho luxuri-
ant ferns and vines that fringed the
bank on either side. Then she turned
to follow the very slight indication of .
path upward. Mr.. Horton was ready
to follow; but the moment she SGT her
foot on the rock which was her first
step. and extended her hand to grasp
ledge above, which must be climbed,
he cried out, in . loud, imperative
voice, "Dora, stop!''
The voice was so decisive, so power
full, so full of that command which is
the counterpart of obedience, that with
out q thought of rebellion Dora stood
like statue. In an instant MIR. Hor.
ton put his arm about her, swung her
back, and began to strike rapidly and
fiorcely at something on the crest of
the ledge; and in another minute he
lifted dead rattlesnake on his cane
and flung it far into the stream. Dora
turned sick, and sat down on q stone,
shuddering and pale. Mr.. Horton only
said, IS Excuse me, Miss Schenck; the
danger was too near for me to be less
imperative" -.
Dora shivered. "n you had not, l
should be dead now.' ......'. ...z,
Not at ALL" laughed Mr.. Horton.
IL know these woods too well to be
ever without the proper alleviations for
snake. bite, hut never yet used them,
though ! have met and killed good
many. Rattlesnakes are dull creatures
unless they coil to spring, and one blow
with heavy stick will kill them Very
few people die of their bites. I have
only heard of one case in these regions,
and that was child who had strayed
alone into the woods
Hepurposely heightened his explana-
ton, that Dora light calm herself; he
did not know how it was still throb-
bing through her heart that he had
called her !" Dora" Her nxtiveiy gen.
er0us instinct demanded some thanks
at least to be paid, but she could not
. peak yet; she was shyly glad. yet an.
cry with herself for being glad; and
trembling so with the sudden nervous
shock, she could not for some minutes
speak again.
Mr.. Horton stepped down to the
waters edge, and seemed absorbed in
looking at the fall, but his heart beat
as wildly as hers; in that moment of
danger he had discovered what deep
hold Dora had taken of his life; he did
not think of her untitness to be his wife,
of her scorn, her wild impulses, her
quick temper. Like many another man
in his case, he thought only of her
beauty and sweetness, and felt that she
must love him, or he would be misera-
BILE. Blessed ordination of things! II
men or women chose their mates rs
they do their shoes or their books, with
elaboration and cool judgment, this
dear, delightful, naughty old world
would come to sudden end; it is the
wisdom OF Providence that they never
do.
1t seemed an hour to both Of these
astonished people, yet was barely five
minutes, before Dora looked up at Mr..
Horton and said, II don't know how
to thank you. l can acknowledge now
It is good to mind q man sometimes.
There was soft arch look in the beau
hful dark eyes that contra6icted the
quivering lips; but the lovely blusbing
face told what Dora never meant to tell
Mr.. Horton knelt down on the grass
beside her.
"Oh, Dora, I would not be . tyrant,"
he said; and Dora dropped her head 30
low 1t rested on his shoulder.
Mrs. Horton always declared her
husband never asked her to marry him.
which he indignantly denied as often
union came about, it was true for ev-
erybody said so-that no gentler, sweet
or, happier minister's wife ever filed
that difficult position in the City Of
Ludlow, whore Mr.. Horton was set
tied; even Grace Hamilton could not
find fault with this match, though she
had predicted all sorts of sorrows from
Its radical unfitness.'' But time had
not softened Grace's native spite,
though size controlled it during her
brief visit at the parsonage. On the
next Christmas morning package
came by express, directed to Mrs. Hor-
ton; on the inner cover Of the thin box
was written, For Dolls room;'' and
% the last fold Of tissue-paper was
lifted. an deliberately illuminated motto
Come when you're called,
Do - your bid,
Shut the door after You
And you'll never 80 chid."
Her husband was looking over Dora's
shoulder, and they both laughed.
Grace's arrow was pointless for such
trust and happiness.