New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-03-16

embrace her and free Fer from her
wrctchedness, Maud begun to take
down her hair.
'Going to swim?' askei voice be-
hind her.
She turned and behold Il stranger
standing close at hand. At first she
could not utter q word. Presently,
however, she said, in tones that betrayed
her intense excitement:
| ''Oh, sir, do not thwar: my purpose.
desire to put an emil TO my trouble-l
wish to sleep beneath the wavc.''
"Ihcro isn't any wave lhorc,' said
George Adolphus. IS The cnnal's dr..
You'll break your neck if yo;, jump Oh
this BRIDGE
"But I want to linl 3 grave in the
restless deep. I Want the blue bill
lows to fold me in everlasting suniber
where the sea-weeds grow in sunless
gloom.''
But I tell you, my dear lady, there
ism t any restless deep anywhere around
here. You'd better pat it Off till the
canal opens. Here you are talking
about sleeping beneath the pillows,
when the water won't be let on in a
month yet. And besides, if you want
to be folded in everlasting s'umber,
it would be wise for you to Jump
into well. You'd have sure thing
then.''
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Yes lv;.'io.i :e"r::c A'io!ph1is; 81;
wo.sld spoil Tie VIII -
! Maud felt 'lat George At'o!phus was
right. True, h., did not appear to enter
very much into the tragic spirit Of The
situation. lie ought to have dropped
upon his knees and implorcd her to for
get her trouble and sip @ little longer
the nectar of life He ought to have
pictured to her imagination a fair haired
girl lying with pallid face and marble
form in the silent bosom of the canal,
where the dolphin sports unseen an2
the mermaids comb their locks in shad-
owy solitude. But he did nothing Of
the sort. He told her to 60 home and
| practice in the cistcrn.
Maud thought the matter over for
moment, then bursting into tears she
wrung the hand of our hero and ran
swiftly home.
George Adolphus stood upon the
bridge and watched Maud till she was
out of sight. AS he stood there, Won
dering what it was that weighed so
heavily upon the mind of this fair young
girl, he saw something glittering at his
feet. He stopped and eagerly picked
it up. 1t was golden hair pin, of pecu-
liar pattern. It occurred to him at once
that it must have been lost by the girl,
when she took down her hair. He put
it in his trousers pocket, thinking that
it would be handy thing to pawn for
his breakfast. The more he tried to
forget about this fair girl, and the pre-
vious circumstances under which he
had met her, the more persistently they
rose before him. Presently he found
himself laying plans to lind out more
| about her, and then it dawned upon
him that he was in love. He then ten
derby removed tho hair pin from his
trousers pocket and placed it next his
heart. 1t was now getting very late,
and the police were beginning to glance
suspiciously at our hero. and so he
turned into more retired street and
determined to search for a cheap lodg-
ing place.
Old Mr.. Muggleton, whom we left at
tile residence of Maud's father, wended
his way homeward, filed with bitter
disappointment. Hehad long regarded
Maud with tenderness, aud had desired
to offer her his hand and fortune, and
now he felt that he was rejected. He
had seen nearly four-score years OF
bachelorhood, and it was getting mo-
notonous. He dragged himself YEARLY
and sadly home, and retired to his
couch in wretchedness.
The clock had just struck eleven. and
the town was as silent as the grave,
when two Misunderstanding men, with
masked faces, broke open the street
door of a large mansion where an ancient
bachelor lay dreaming Of q supercilious
maiden who had declined to meet him
in her parlor q few hours before. The
men passed safely into the house, and
were soon standing by the bedside of
the dreamer. A moment later swift
blow fell upon the unconscious million
aire; but before it could be repeated
the assassin was stricken to the floor
His companion escaped. The. police
were summoned by the servants, who
had by this time been aroused by the
noise, and the captured man was led
sway in irons.
who is this young man that has
followed these villains, and risked his
own life to save mine?' asked the
wounded man.
"My name is George Adolphus
Clarendon was the prompt reply.
George Adolphus," said the million
aire, "you have done brave and noble
deed. I am mortally wounded, and
must die in few hours, but you shall
be rewarded. You shall be my herr
The next morning there was Grape on
the door of the Muggleton mansion,
and George Adolphus Clarendon was a
millionaire. He had been suddenly
landed in the lap of luxury. He could
! not have been more completely taken
by surprise if he had suddenly succeed
ed to the English crown. And yet his
magical elevation to wealth and posi-
tion did not so engage his mind as to
dispel certain memories that were
lingering there-memories that carried
him back to the foot-bridge across the
canal. Who was that beautiful stran-
ger that had almost made the canal
bridge a "bridge OF 81 ghs?" Why had
she sought a watery grave? And if she
wanted to rid herself of sorrow, why
didn't she jump off house, instead of
hunting up a dry canal, full of broken
glass, iron and old bootsp These ques-
tons were too much for George
Adolphus. In less than a week he
found himself in perfect fever of
mental excitement. He felt that he
was growing rapidly worse. It did seem
as if he could not get that hair-pin near
enough to his heart. He thought of
swallowing it, but changed his mind
and had it made into a bosom-pin. In
another week the malady had obtained
SO complete mastery over him that he
began to write poetry. He could not
even think in prose, and when he read
a newspaper the lines all seemed to
commence with capital letters and end
with a jingle.
Thus the weeks passed YEARLY by
| without tho slinhtest INTEL naneo of tha