New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-07-20


And the Held feels the freshness for months iii
not feeled.
-Nr,y York World.
BURIED IN TIE FLAME.
DY COULTER RUxT0N.
1T is very true, Kathleen" said Ed
gar Fitzgerald. with quiet laugh, a
out of his large blue eyes, in which
there slept tho spirit of good nature, he
shot rays of fun into the dark, flashing
ones of his companion-''it is very
true,"' he repeated, Il wasn't born with
silver spoon in my mouth, as the say
ing is, Notwithstanding ! was blessed
from the moment saw the bright sur
with a reasonable share of good luck.
When came into this beautiful world
Kathleen-made all the more pleasant
by your presence, mavourneen-the
cats didn't NEW, nor the dogs bark
sure sign, the old lady said who attend.
ed on my advent, that my days would
pass in peace, and that tho love of my
heart d be safe in that of the girl who
was born to be my helpmeet-a true
friend through all my life."
"Ah!' said the beautiful Kathleen,
with smile and q toss of her small,
splendidly-poised head, ''and have you
found her yet, Mr.. Ftzgeraldp''
''By my faith, have said Edgar.
smiling. ''She's all that my dreams
ever painted me in the form Of wo.
man. I love her, Kathleen. All, il
you only knew how deep down in my
heart she has buried herselfr'
'Then no angel with his trumpet
calling to Judgment will ever resurrcct
her!''
II hope not, Kathleen, hope not.
Why should the darling come out OF
her home into a cold world?''
ITO get little air and exercise
'We1l answered, young lady. But
I'm afraid, should the skittish, timid,
nervous creature ever get away, there'd
be no catching her again.
Then she's q prisoner, MIR. Fitzger-
ald?'
'.She is, and again she is not, Kath-
leen. You ought to know
II! How should I?''
MISERY! She wants me to answer
what's impossible for man."
But how can q woman 90 and bury
herself in a mans heart, and then be
and not be at liberty to do az che
pleases?''
Women are born logicians now"
exclaimed Fitzgerald, with a quizzical
look. II always thought when pretty
sheiccn loved q man, that she didn't care
about ranging the commons, and try
ing to worry poor dovils for whom she
didn't care q ha'porth."
''And who do you love, and who do
you imagine loves you?'
Fitzgerald laughed, and stood up.
He was a splendid specimen Of young
manhood, and the girls eyes had a
warm, soft fire in them as she looked
upon him.
"And you want me to answer your
perplexing double question P'' he
asked. sas
u shouldn't have asked it if didn't
think you mannerly enough to answer
me- sho returned.
Then I'll answer you by repeating
one name twice It's Kathlecn-Kath-
leen!'
The girl turned away her head and
suppressed sigh.
She did indeed love Fitzgorald--more
ardently, more devotedly than he sup
posed. But there was one whom she
loved as dearly, in another sense, as he,
young admirer. That one was her
father There had been feud between
the N,zgeralds and the Fawcctts fol
generations, and until now the wooing
by q son of the one the daughter of the
other had never happened. Kathleen
felt that great gulf, an impossible
abyss, was between them, which Meth.
er could cross.
Kathleen" abruptly spoke Fitzger.
aid, ''don't let us handy words. You
know that I love you with all my hear,
and soul; that I would lay down my
life if it would please you in any way.
You know that. Now, girl. why no,
speak plain. Toll mo you hate me, il
you daro-love me, If you can"
Edgar" she whispered, going to his
side, and placing one of her little hands
on one of his shoulders, ''you know that
it cannot be. What if I did say that
loved you? 1t would profit you moth
ing. Do you think our love for each
other would wash out forever the bitter
hatred foolish as it is-that for centu.
ries has divided our peoplep Lovel
We who are born sworn enemies, lovei
No, Edgar Twill tell you do love
you. No one else has my heart but
you. But what avails itp Get my
fathers consent, and will leap into
your arms. He would shoot you down
as he would q mad dog II he thought
you cared for me!''
II know, know. darling, all-al]
that. But III pray and hope. There's
something tells me, Kathleen that oul
souls will yet be united. !"
He stopped and kissed the beautiful
girl.
~ Il wait and pray. too, Edgar" she
replied, and then won't away IN the di.
rection Of her home, thinking. dream.
ing, shndderiDg.
Edgar Fitzgerald passionately loved
the dark-eyed Kathleen, but the bitter
feud which had so long made the an.
cestors of both generations uncompro.
missing enemies, placed them, as the
girl had thought and often said, so far
apart that there seemed no hope Of
peace being declared between the fami.
lies. Thus the young man unused as be
lay in his bed, the windows Of the room
in which twas looking out upon the
homestead Of the Fawcetts-a quarter
OF q mile distant the old moss and ivy.