New Ulm weekly review., 1880-10-13
LIKE 4 WOMAN.

TH1s Photographic Well, I hardly
know how to answer you. I do not
know her name. only saw her once
in my life, then only for little time,
and the chances are I shall never see
her again. Strange that woman, a
perfect stranger, should give me her
photograph It does sound strange.
How did I get it? Thereon hangs q.
tale. 7 will tell you it. 1t points a
moral, is characteristic of q woman, and
furnishes me with a pleasant reminis-
cence of too feeting visit to the Scot
tish Highlands.
1t was two years ago-the summer
holidays. had spent them with my
wife's brother, George Nettleford. We
had put into execution a long cherished
scheme, and been up to the Highlands.
One day the sun was setting as we
reached the top of an ascent it had cost
us some pains to climb. Sitting on the
bank by the roadside, under the shadow
of mighty tree, we doffed our hats, so
that the gentle breeze might cool our
heated brows. On sudden we heard
quite close to US lou'i cries and shouts,
us of some one in distress or danger.
"What's thai ~ said I to George.
"Sounds as though something was
the matter with some one," said he,
getting up and looking over the hedge.
I rose and joined him.
"Why," exclaimed George, "there's
q lad drowning in the pool"
So it seemed. The bank on the other
side of the hedge sank in a sharp de-
scent some thirty feet or more. A lit
tie to the left was stream or piece of
water of some sort. Generally it was
quite narrow-narrower than this room;
you might have jumped across it-but
in one place it widened out into tiny
lake or pond, tolerably deep apparent
~; for somewhere about the center was
q little boy trying hard to keep himself
afoat, and making terrible hullabal-
loo.
Without a word we got over the
hedge and ran down the bank. Calling
to the youngster to keep still, 1 ran into
the water to help him. It might have
been deep enough to drown him, but it
barely came up to my shoulders; and
when I had once hold of him, it wac
easy enough to pull him out, and he
was little damaged; for when had got
him out he stood bolt upright on the
bank, looking at me with large round
eyes.
"You're not drowned?' said. smil-
Ing at his solemn expression.
He shook his head gravely without q
word. He was q queer-looking child,
quite little one, scarcely more than
ten years old. So far, I had kept my
hand upon his collar, thinking he might!
fall down, or faint, or something; but
relieved of any such fears, I took it
away. No sooner did. I do so than,
without q sign of any such intention,
he was off like q dart, up the bank,
through the hedge, and out of sight.
"Well, said George, laughing,
"there's gratitude for you"
EYES," said I, little nettled, "he
might have said thank you.'
"Or told you how much further we
have to Co." growled George.
"pve got a dueking for my palms." I
continued, thinking somewhat ruefully
of my knickerbocker suit--a recent pur-
chase.
"That won't matter" quoth George,
unsympathetically; "you'll soon get
dry"
We climbed up the bank, and contin-
ued our journey, talking and laughing
over our wayside adventure. After a
time we struck upon charming country
inn. shrined in a glorious sweet-sme1-
ing frame of honeysuckle and red roses.
We entered together. The very sight
of the bar was enough to do one good.
Behind the counter sat female, look
ing quite the lady, about thirty-dv or
SO, in widows cap and weeds. She
1--WE want two beds" said, coming
to the point al once.
"We can offer you none." she re-
piled, civilly, but anything but warmly;
1--WE are already OvercrOwded. We
have no accommodation of any sort to
give you.''
"Then where shall we find another
innp''
"The next inn is about she paused
-" eight or nine miles farther on"
She might as well have said eight or
nine hundred.
Out we staggered from that delicious
bar into the gathering night. There
was q man, a laborer of some sort,
standing in the bar; and as we went
out, I noticed him lean over and whis-
per to the hostess. AS we went, how.
ever, wearily dragging our legs along,
some one came running after us. 1t
was girl, apparently a servant girl,
young, pretty and neatly dressed. She
seemed in a great furry.
please, sir.' she said, stopping us.
1--WE brought message. Mistress
says you're to come back at once. And
she wished me to say she is very sorry,
but she did not know YOU"
Know me! OF course not. How was
she to, seeing she had never seen mo
before, nor herP The ignorance was
"Let's co." said George, cutting
further conversation short.
When we reached the inn, the hostess
bowed. II am sorry, SIR" she said,
in stately way, "to have sent you
away, but did not know you."
Did not know mes What did she
mean by che did not know meP OF
course she did not know me- How was
she to? But had no time for reflcc-
ton. The servant showed lis into an
inner room, the ncatest, coziest, pref
tiest little room do believe ever saw.
George threw himself on the sofa, while
| sat on chair, my feet apart, my
hands on my knees, staring into va
cancy. feeling little mystifed.
In few minutes the servant returned.
"Please, will you step this way, sir?''
said she to me.
George was asleep on the sofa, and
did not notice her entrance.
followed her upstairs; ewere evi-
IDENTIFY among the bed rooms. She
stopped at a door, and opening it
showed me in. 1t was sleeping apart
ment, quite small, but so neat, and
clean and pretty, SO unlike the usual
thing you expect in hotels and inns,
that looked on the servant in amaze.
There were suit of clothes laid out on
the bed, black and seeming quite new,
and d clean, white shirt hanging on
chair; q collar, necktie and socks on