New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-09-07

driver, and when ho turned to look at
hor would drop her eyes. And Johnp
Well, he chewod tobacco. lis won
derfully soothing. in any form, is the
malignod weed.
AT last tho little town was reached,
and John dashed up to the college gates
in style. Tho ladies descended, crossed
the wide and dreary- looking campus,
and applied for permission to 500 the
old mission church and the college
buildings. 1t was granted them, and
IN olive-skinnod Italian priest was de-
tailed to show them over the place. He
was gentle and courteous in manner,
handsome in face, and there was cer-
tain dignity about him which impressed
even the giddy Bella ut first. But not
for long.
They passed into the old mission
church, with its quaint statues and GU
rious paintings. The peculiar realism
which seemed to impress the Latin
mind only rovoltod them, and the inn
age of the Saviour upon the cross, tho
blood trickling from the crown Of
thorns and from the wound in his side,
only made them turn away in disgust.
The strange froscoing over tho altar.
too. did not impress them; they laughed
Ut the four-and-twenty elders seated
around the Great White Throne, with
'.Sancto, Sancto, Sancto' coming from
their mouths, while the monkish art
lists attempt to represent the Deity
shocked them. Then they went into
the college, and saw tho laboratory,
and the philosophical apparatus, with
its strange electrical machines, globes.
and what not From there to the IL
brary, whore Father Augustine showed
them the quaint old books from which
dead and gone monks had chanted vos-
per and matin song. Huge volumes
were they, of parchment loaf and
leathorn cover, with giant clasp and
hinge; odd-looking notes in rcd and
black, squatty and square, (for they
were Gregorian.) climbed over curious
staff-lines. The girls tried to make out
the words, but the lettering was strange
to them, and had it not been so, the
language would have been. So Father
Augustine read out some of the lines,
the Latin sounding less harsh in the
mellow Italian way than they had
thought. And then they looked at the
shelves, where imposing tones held be-
tween their covers the writings of the
early fathers of the church-those ear
~ fathers who were so early that they
have had to father all later creeds. -
Many were the strange characters,
many the tongues in which these books
were written.
'.And can you read all those dread
full languages, father?" asked Miss
Bella.
mo, not all" he replied, '.but many;
and Brother Anselm, who is the librar-
ian, can read them all. ="
"Can he read that, Father?' said Car
RE Bunner, with widc-open eyes, turn
ing over curious looking volume.
Eyes, my daughter said the monk,
smiling, that is only Hebrew. Even I
can read that
gustine asked them if they would like
to ascend to tho observatory, where
there was fine view of tho surround
ing valley. Miss Bella was the first to
speak:
"Oh, girls said she, I'm tired.
don't think care to 90. But since the
Father has beon so kind. some of you
CO."
But the other girls were tired, too.
And so Miss Bella, with an appearance
of great self-abnegation, declared that
she would 90, although Father Angus
tine politely protested that the climb
was fatiguing, and, if tired. she should
not attempt it. But opposition only
made her more determined, so they
went together
ooh, what lovely viewr' cried Miss
Bella, as they gazed over the fertile
valley. "Oh, Father, I'm ever so much
Obliged to you for inducing me to
GOMEZ
1T is indeed we'll worth the trouble, :"
replied the priest.
Father said Miss Bella, fixing her
brown eyes upon him, what is the
reason you say my daughter to Miss
Bunner, and not to the rest of usp'
Because" replied the priest, grave
ly, ..sho is Catholic, and the others
are heretics.'
GLOW do you know she is Cath
olic?"
because she bowed to the Host when
in the church, which none of the others
did,
$50 am q hereto, too, supposoc"
said Miss Bella, with pretty pout.
Yes" said the priest, calmly.
..Am I so dreadful, thenp" said the
girl, archly.
NO." he replied, flushing slightly,
..but-that is
All, wicked Bella! you have pierced
the priestly armor.
Come, Father, :" said she. coaxingly,
''call me daughter too. feel as if
were a lepor or something. Ughr'
And she shivered, and then laughed
morrily.
very well-my daughter" said the
priest.
Miss Bella was as pleased as is a VIC
torious general. But she was not con.
tent. She leaned out from the window.
| and as she did so she dropped glove
upon the floor. When she turned the
glove was gone.
Miss Bella could have Rugged herself.
But all things have an end, and SO
had the tete-a-tete in the tower. Bella
at last descended, and as usual found
her companions cross through waiting,
and as usual subdued them. And so
they bade farewell to Father Augustine,
thanking him for his courtesy, and
crossed the campus to the carriage.
And when they reached it. wicked Bel
"a could no longer conceal her story,
but told with great glee how she had
made an impression upon the heart of
Father Augustine. I am afraid she
used a slangy word in speaking of it.
Carrie Bunner was horror-stricke
BELLA Chester said she, Il dom t
believe word of it. DO you mean to
tell me that he, priest. would keep
one of your gloves?'
.sPriasts ara 0nlv men - snid Ralla