The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1880-12-23
NINA,S NEW. TEAR.

piness nhsre oilers would not dream Of
looking iors itss Her garden and her
flowers were Lie ~ shc01ekold to her;
the poor all over the little hill-town
afforded her occupation; she visited
somewhat among few wealthy &C
quaintances; and, for the rest, If she
had such day-dreams as other young
girls are wont to indulge, no one was
any the wiser for them. Nobody knew
that her friends. father the wealthy
Mr.. Barnes. had made. her a standing
offer of marriage any time within the
last three years; nobody knew from her
that Bryce Hanscom went out to q
Mexican rancho because she had NO
smiles to give him; nobody knew
whether Harold Hartley's face ever
glanced out of the windows of her
castles in the air; nobody knew whether
one New Years Day she looked forward
to the next with any wonder as to what
it might bring her of sorrow or Joy. She
was 90 sweet. go silent, so gentle that
people in general knew no more Of her
emotions than Of those of the statue of
some saint in its churchly niche. Yet it
was only on the last New Years even
ing that, if any one had been able to look
behind her curtains, they would have
seen her on her knees before the low
blaze of her fire, :. crying as If
her heart would break, burying her
face in her hands, and longing for the
night when "this fever called living
should be over at. last. "New Years
and New Years!' she sobbed. "Ah!
how can l bear another so aloner' Per-
haps Mrs. Hartley. her mothers old in
innate, had some idea. of the fire that
burned under this crust of snow. But
Mrs. Hartley was not entirely impartial
in her Judgment of the girl, and it was
her morning and evening prayer that
Nina should at some day stand in .
present. But, as that would be impos-
sible without her son Harold's inter-
vention, she left no stone unturned to
that end. Mrs. Hartley thought she
knew a great deal better what was good
for her son than he did; and when she
had made up her mind that he had
better marry Nina Pl entice, it was be-
cause she consulted his best welfare
possibly without complete regard to
Nina's. She knew that Harold, al
though so affecti0nate, was of q high
temper; and that Nina had inexhausti-
BILE stores of still patience, and that that
still patience would await the time
when he should come back-to her, NO
longer the knight-er Grant, spurred by a
restless nature, but q quiet and digni-
fed gentleman. ready to take his faith
er's honored' place in the community.
Her approaches in the question were
exceedingly gentle; yet not 50 gentle
that they did not put Harold on his
guard, so that he was like the hunted
deer, shutting the gale afar of. "Well,
Mother, l thank goodness" he said.
with a light laugh. on detecting her
meaning, "that we do not live in
France, and that you can't go and In
quire Nina dot and settle the
It is a very good dot, Harold. Just
q snug little income to keep the wolf
from the door and satisfy reasonable
wants; and : it would be vastly botter
for any husband than launching ont on
the tremendous fortune of Miss Barnes,
with palaces. so to say, and yachts and
racing-horses." E.,rtH's
"Just give me the chance to see if it
is. Go to Miss Barnes, mother . cried
Harold, gayly. ASK the amount OF
her dot, and if your scapegrace of q
son is worth it. Yachts and racing
horses! like the idea"
.Oh, Haroldr'
But Miss Barnes is o b6auty. too
mother; and very sweet and gay. The
man that marries her needn't marry
for her money at all. She would have
lovers if she hadn't penny in her own
right. Don't ee marry fur money; but
60 wheer money be, =" quoted Harold.
Excellent advice that old Northern
farmers. And I'll 90 swheer money
be- tonight" as he drew ON his gloves.
Don't talk so, Harold. Don't talk
so, even in jest. Miss Barnes may be
well enough for all l know; but her
money would destroy you. who were
not born to money. You would do
nothing and come to nothing But as
for Nina Prentice. as said, she's a
saint" :. t!t.F
Wouldn't do at all for q wife, then.
Wives mustn't be too good for human
NATURES daily food, Think of reproy-
ing q saint because the buckwheats
we're Eat, or the linen stiff. or the but
tons off! Adios, you managing mann
ma" and he was g0ne.sHa asss srs a."
1t was 2 misty summer night. 50 thick
one could hardly see star. But those
fi1ginggtsp6needed 70 4ui0ine stqFS
direct Shem; for, to tell The truth, Har-
old H6tley suspected himself of being
already W6fo than half In love with Miss
Barnes Updoelsell w, there was some
thing in her sspsrs sN9pndipgs that
seemed, TOO, - entirely n h611s4n1hem
q the flower that blossoms in-t66fii1&
moist ar Of the hot-house.x That velret
lawn, set with its flaming exotics end
beds of11ossers. with the lofty porchea
and wide halls behind it, the dimly.lit
drawing. rooms, and the dining-room,
with il Gs1s1cQs aidaboard1all rs
delight Of the senses about the place
made visiting Mrs Baraes = worry pleas.
ant way Of passing time; and then,
neftcyer. o. her fb$h@ syng - rNeepa1
e CO. 4a Soan a'r3 , Is sell sRsssl
pie who enlarged the mental horizon
and made . man think for himself and
think more Of himself Miss Barnes
father. also looked with favor ON Harold.
His Congressional life told him Of M
dangers his daughter ran. With her Is.
dependent fortune and pretty face: md
he preferred for hsf = husband in the
nsighborhood q thar. homs, who, il moi
altogether perfect, Mad, 4 least, . rs.
sp0nsible member Of society and liksly
70 be made more 80 with the care suf h6l
property, and nota ioseiga 11tsshs seek
ing what he might devour m the way d
marriage portions; mot . pennilsss I'd.
ventursr. roamiigfpe11 the world fol-
The AnGAe parPasA sT6ns+ Haeold' . Hel.
o0me afthUplaUesWO alwayovo101latoS
to milo J sinha come xg& sstsaSf u;
with the bright, youthful gayetv there,
one was not likely to come agasn any.
way.