New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-05-25
was busily engaged retailing the last
and most piquant scandal, a scandal
that was just going the round Of society.

.ONil6 1A1k ou"4 Aoes. CAo1As
wondered why women rejoiced in scan
dial; and Ross, buried in reverie, sat
watching the two girls.
Her ladyship would not have the
lamps lighted. Nothing could be bet
ter. she said, than the ruddy glare. The
whispered words of Mrs. Pitt had come
to an end. Sir Austen looked very
much as though he were enjoying q
nap, and Lady Cumnor thought it high
time she fired a shot at the enemy.
''Viola," she said, in her gentle,
caressing voice, which was sweetest
when it had sting, ''in this light every
hair on your head shines like gold.
You have no idea how beautiful the
effect isl
Lady Viola looked up with little
pleased laugh, hoping that Ross would
have something to say about it; but his
eyes were fixed upon the dark hair near
him.
''He does not care" she thought;
and the pang that went through her
heart was so great that it sent hot tears
to her eyes. "He does not care
whether my hair is woven gold or
raven black. It is all the same TO
him. He has lost his interest in me
since that other face has bewitched
him." And the girl gave long, low
| sigh, for the dream of her life had been
sweet.
No, he had not one word to say. He
was thinking how fair. that Southern
face looked in the ruddy light, with it's
dark eyes and full curved lips.
"Viola," said Mrs. Pitt, "what flow
ers are you going to wear to-nightp''
:" do not know, auntie," she replied.
And then she spoke to Ross. "You
have spoiled me so much in choosing
flowers for me that hardly know how
to choose them for myself"
II should not have thought that Ross
had any great taste in that way" re-
marked Lady Gunner. Lean looked
up quickly.
You are mistaken, Lady Gunner"
she said, Gross has very great TASTE"
"Then can only say he is careful
never to show it," returned Lady Cum
! nor.
II think he shows it always said
Lean, undaunted by the scorn on her
Ladyship's face.
"Your defense is not strange" re-
piled Lady Cumnor. with an almost
cruel smile that sent a deep flush into
Leans face and an angry glance into
the eyes of her kinsman.
Lady Viola fastened to throw oil on
the troubled waters. She looked at
Ross.
1T is not too late now," she said;
"and it is my last evening. VIII you
come and choose for me?'
He looked at the fair face and then at
LEANS.
"Certainly I will co." he replied.
"Come with US, Lean. I will choose
one for YOU" But his face burned
more holly when he heard low, signi-
6cant laugh from Lady Cumnor.
The three walked slowly together
towards the conservatory, Lady Viola
thinking to herself that if she had
known that he would ask Lean, TO &C.
company them she would certainly
never have mentioned the matter at
all. She had dreamed of few minutes
quiet conversation with him, and al
ready it seemed to her that he had for
gotten she was there. They entered
the conservatory; and Lady Viola, find
ing it inconvenient for the three to
walk together, went first. Ross dill
not seem to miss her; he went on quite
contentedly, his eyes never LEAVING
Leans face.
Il believe" said Lady Viola to her
self, "that if went away he would not
even know that [ had gone. He would
not miss me. He has come purposely
to choose flowers for me. and l verify
believe he does not remember that
exist"
There was no anger in her heart
against the beautiful rival who had SO
suddenly appeared; she was far too no.
BILE for that. There was in her mind q
dull wonder as to why Ross preferred
this dark-eyed girl to herself.
II have loved him nearly all my
life," she thought; land in few days
he has learned to care more for her than
he does for me-
As she walked on some few words Of
their conversation reached her ears.
She heard Ross ask Lean what she
thought the highest attribute of love;
and she answered.:
! Self-sacrifice. That is the noblest
attribute of love-" she said. "1ndeed,
to my thinking, there is no love with.
out it. If we disclose that we love an.
other and have made no sacrifice tc
prove 1t, think little of it. I believe
that every good woman has naturally 9
great amount of self-sacrifice in her dis.
position; the daily, hourly life of true
woman is self-sacrifice, and nothing else
But am speaking now rather of those
grand acts which mark a life than OF
the smaller ones which ennoble it.
Have you seen play called MARY
Warnerp' She is just the type of hero.
inc mean.''
"Ihave not seen it. What does she
dop" asked Ross.
"She takes upon herself crime-a
theft-that it seems quite clear her hus.
band has committed. She is punished
and imprisoned; and he believes he1
guilty. The truth is never known until
the real thief confesses. The husband
for long years suffers from the thought
that his beloved wife is a thief; she
suffers from the same belief as regards
him; and to that is added the pain Of
believing that he lets her suffer in
silence for his sin. I call that self.
sacrifice
i "And would you do that for any one
you loved?'' he asked.
"Would II" said Lean. eyes, fol
one whom I loved well-most certainly
). would
! ..The one whom you love is to be
envied," said Ross, with deep sigh
$50 self-saeriice is your favorite virtue
Leamp''
Eyes; it has always been," she an
swered.
j 81 WONDER" thought Lady Viola,
eff he remembers am here. OF course
he has no time to speak to me-has for
gotten even that want a flower; but
should like to know if he does ren1em
Der my existence
Still the two went on, engrossed il
each other.
..Their conversation will last all the
evening"" thought Lady Viola, elf I d.
not interrupt it.
She turned round impetuously.
How many sweet flowers have yor
chosen for me, Mr.. Rossp'' she said
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