New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1880-04-28

II am sure I should like her If she
would only let me know her," Mrs
Hayward said to her husband.
You seem strangely interested in
her" her remarked. aughing. II as
sure you her husband IS as common
place as you can we'll imagine /
But she isn't commonplace-any-
body could tell that. I wish / knew
her: Perhaps-who knows?-1 might
do her good in some way. She looks as
If she needed friend.''
"She shows poor taste in not wish
ing to make your acquaintance, Lucy;
but l shouldn't urge it on her, i
mo, 1 won't. But if we we're once
acquainted, if could once break down
the wall between us. know we should
be good friends, and then-she has such
lovely child" with thought of little
May bringing . sob to the mothers
throat.
"She evidently worships her child,'''
said Mr.. Hayward. II have noticed
that in church she rarely takes her eyes
from its face"
- do not WONDER said Lucy, sigh
ing. How terrible if she should lose
it" she added, thinking of that dark
thsn. Sic could aa s 1 dew M is.
Morgan loved her child. She felt that
she could love it also-tor Mays sake.
One warm September day Mr.. Hay.
ward came into the house at noontime,
with q broad smile on his face.
whats the matter, Frank?'' asked
his wife, as she put the last dinner
dish on the table, and took her scat OPP
posite him.
"Wait until 1 eat Z piece Of this
chicken, and III tell you," he an
Swered. II am as hungry as hunter,
and this dinner looks tempting"
1t tcas q tempting dinner. No one
knew better than Lucy Hayward how
to prepare an apPetizing meal, and she
always studied her husbands tastes.
The spring chickens were "done
brown" the baked potatoes had not
shrunk In their skins from waiting in a
cooling oven; the biscuits were like a
honeycomb; the butter hard and
golden; the pickles spiced Just enough;
while the fiaky-crusted apple-pie on
one side Of the table, and the bright
tin coffee pot on the other, (Which
emitted a delicious arona), gave
promise of something nice, as Frank
said, . to top off with"
Now, Frank" the bright little
house-kecpcr said, as, the chicken dis
patched, she began to cut the pic, IL
can't wait any longer. What has
pleased you 50 much?''
"Wcll, have learned ut last of
what that wall between you and Mrs.
Morgan is built
"Well, what? and how did you learn
n7''
morgan and l were both working
to-day on that road which runs between
our farms, and l discovered in the
course of the conversation VIC struck
up, that he thinks we are proud. He
didn't say so. exactly; but his remarks
on Enlightened farmers were very
pointed, and was not slow to under
stand them. We are proud, he thinks,
because we own this big old farm, with
the prospect of paying for it if we work
hard enough for the next ten years. He
said he had heard that I was going to
put up storm-door for the winter, and
wondered why, since we had store
carpets to keep the cold out, and satin
and lace strung up 1T the winders'; he
remarked that people who wore gloves
when they picked up stones and had
cushions on their plow-l'andIcs must
'set a lot by soft hands; he reminded
me that thoroughbred stock had q
trick o dying like other folks common
beasts and threw out broad hint that
women who played the 'pianncr' were
not as Il usual thing anxious t" associate
with people WHO hid been raised
Anything else?" laughed Mrs. Hay.
ward, as her husband stopped talking
in order 10 drink his coffee
''lsn't that enough? There's your
wall. my dear. 1t is built of curtains,
carpets, old kid gloves and your Stein
way. Now, | wonder how You will
break il downp''
"Do you suppose Mrs. Morgan shares
her husbands fcclings?''
I" don't doubt it for a moment"
"Supposc call IN her first? 1t ism:
etiquette, but still. if she thinks I'm
proud
"Do just as you think best, Lucy. l
an only interested in seeing how you
will break down that curious WALL"
I'm manage it somehow; trust ME, -
said Lucy. in the bright way which
made her so charming.
That afternoon Mrs. Morgan received
an invitation from Mrs. Hayward, sent
by passing neighbours boy, to take tea
with her At six o'clock.
At about half-past five Mrs. Hayward
received an answer to the effect that
her ncighbor was too busy to spare the
time TO come. The message was
brought by the little gollcn-l.:.ired girl,
who received kiss and pockc,ful OF
sugar cookies to carry home with her.
Mrs. Hayward was disappointed tia,
Mrs. Morgan had declined to come.
"That wall must come down some
way" she said, firmly.
The next day she sent over to Mrs.
Morgan's to say that she was going tc
drive into town, and would Mrs. Nor.
gan let Daisy go, too. The drive would
no doubt, be pleasure to the child
The hired man came back with the an
swcr that Daisy was asleep and coult
r It be disturbed. e.. -
swell, am at the end Of my 10
sources" said Mrs. Hayward. 81
sha'n't try any more, for she evidently
has no desire to know me. But still
I believe that wall will come dowr
some day, if wait long enough and an
patient.''
So no more attempts at friendship
were made, and Mrs. Morgan contin
ued to live in the isolated, desolate way
she seemed to prefer to any other hel
neighbor might have helped her tt
find. But Mrs. Hayward could moi
help plying her, as she saw her al
work, either in or out of the house
from dawn until nightfall, and marked
when she met her, the settled melan
choly and despair which lay on bel
white face and n her dark ewes