New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-05-11
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wished as he looked at her that he
could like her; but the GOODNESS and the
glitter repealed him.
"Have you many nice neighborsp'
she asked. !
.'Yes," replied Ross. 81 think we
are very fortunate
care these tho best?'' she asked; and
there was perceptible on her face the
faintest suspicion of scorn.
He took fire in moment; he was
loyal to the very core of his heart
his father 8 home-friends were all sacred
to him.
1.-THE best, most certainly, and far
better than you would find as rule.
have known them all from the time l
was child. -
Il do not doubt it," she replied; and
he asked himself what there was in her
tone of voice that completely mad
dened him. It was neither satire nor
insolence; yet there was a tinge of both
in it.
She looked at him with sudden
CLEAN of laughter in her blue eyes.
"What am to call you?' she asked.
II did not know that should find YOU
a grown-up man. Sir Austen has al
ways spoken to me of you as q boy.''
~ shall always be boy to him."
said Ross.
Eyes, l fancy so," replied Lady
Cumnor, with q peculiar smile. "What
shall call you Ross as Sir Austen
does?'
"lf you will, it will be best" he
said; and his quick, ardent nature soft
ened to her. Since his mother death,
SO many years before, few women's lips
had uttered his name, and the sound of
it softened him.
cannot expect that you will call
me mother, 3" she remarked, with an
other soft ripping laugh.
His face darkened again.
remember my own mother" he
said; ''and I could never give that
name to another. l will call you Lady
Cumnor,' If that pleases you"
1T matters little,'' she returned, in
differently. The only thing to which
should seriously object is your calling
me MOTHER would make me look
so absurdly old. What do you think of
your baby-brother. Ross?''
The handsome face softened into real
beauty as he thought of the rosebud
face and the tiny fingers. He would
have spoken out his honest thoughts
and have said something loving and
kind about the child, but for certain
CLEAN of triumph he saw in her eyes,
which he could not endure.
II shall be better able to tell you
when l have seen him again. he re-
piled.
She seemed determined to pursue the
subject.
.'1t must seem strange to you to have
a BROTHER" she said; 'syou have been
quite spoiled child
"No: my father and have been bet
ter friends and more confidential than
the generality of fathers and sons; but
I do not think he has spoiled me at
ALL
"You have been lord of Larchton
Mere in his ABSENCE" she continued.
cit will be difficult, 1 should imagine.
to be a good subject when you have
been reigning monarch
He had no time to answer, for Mrs.
Pitt came to beg that he would sing for
them.
"Do you singP' said Lady Gunner,
half scornfully.
II will sing to you, Lady Viola," he
said, as he passed her by; and Lean al
most envied the words.
" In the greenest growth of the May-ttme
l rode where the woods were wet,
Between the dawn and the daytime
The spring was glad that we met.
" waited to watch you linger
With foot drawn back from the dew.
Till a sunbeam, straight like a finger.
Struck sharp through the leaves at you.
"And bird overhead sang, sFollow,'
And bird to the right sang, Here
And the arch of the leaves was hollow,
And the meaning of May was clear.
saw where the SUMS hand pointed.
/ knew what the birds note said.
ny the dawn and the dew-fall anOfnted,
You were Queen by the gold ON your hcad.''
Even Lady Cumnor was silenced bv
the beauty of the song; and then Ross
asked his young kinswoman if she would
sing for them. She did so: but she
wondered as she sang If he loved the
girl who was "Queen by the gold on
her head"
CHAPTER III.
1t was a different voice this time that
sounded through the room, low and
rich, full of tears and yelled sighs-a
voice that went straight to the heart.
The words were clear and distinct, and
Ross listened to them with rapt atten-
ton.
"Oh, the young love was sweet, dear,
That dainty dream of ours,
When we could not keep our feet, dear,
"When hopes and gay romances
We're thick as leaves in spring,
And cares were old folks fancies,
And Joy the solid thing!
"Of al youths visions blest, dear,
Of all it's golden dow rs.
Oh, the young love was best, dear,
That dainty dream Of Oursp'
When the song came to an end, there
was silence for some few seconds-the
greatest praise singer can receive.
(which song do you like best?" asked
Lady Cumnor of Ross.
"They are both perfect in their way"
he answered." one song full of bright
laughter, the other of smiles and tears.
There can be no preference, because
there is no comparison.
what fanciful name your kins-
woman has" she said--"Leam Dynevor!
| have never seen the name, except in
The Atonement of Lean Dundas.t Sir
Austen tells me it was Major Dynevor's
wish: that he was born near the river
Lean, and would have his child named
after it,"
~ like the name; it is pretty and UNI
common. Looking at her to whom il
belongs, think that no other name
could suit her so well. See how, as her
thoughts change, the light changes, too.
on her face.''
Lady Gunner laughed; and there was
just,a touch of scorn in her laugh,
enough to send the proud blood holly to
his face. How dared she-this golden
haired, glittering woman-laugh at one
who was related to his dead motherP
He went from her; and, as he crossed
the room, Lady Viola Carlien spoke to