New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-06-01

land, put in Lady Cumnor. .But I
am your wife, Sir Austen; no one can
take my place from me in the wide
world-nO one"
''Oh, my dears," cried the unfortu-
nate Baronet, looking from one to the
other. can you not be at peacep I
am distracted
II desire nothing but peace said
her ladyship; and with her white hand
she caressed her husbands face" but
it must be honorable peace. Austen.
Let your son be taught his place, and
forbid him to interfere with me-
have no wish to interfere" re-
torted Ross; '.but when see you de-
liberatcly destroying what 1 know to be
one of the chief beauties of my fathers
estate, cannot help speaking.'
Sir AUSTEN said Lady Cumnor,
~ appeal to you. Shall not those
trees, if wish it, be cut down?n
. Father cried Ross, IL appeal
to you not to have those trees
touchedr'
t'Dear me, dear me, what shall I
do? Do you know this is quite enough
to give any man an apoplectic titP Can
you not compromise the matter be-
tween you? Let half the trees go.''
''They must not be touched?' cried
Ross.
"Theyx must all co." declared her
ladyship, her golden head erect and
her fair face flushed.
can ak has not been heard in our
woods for years." said Ross.
"Then it is time one was heard" re-
torted Lady Cumnor. "An woods arc
the better for thinning
THAT grant, T" returned Ross. IF
you wish the woods to be thinned, YOU
have but to speak to Sir Austen; but
you want to destroy one of the chief
beauties of the place-the grand old
avenue of beeches. / should have
thought. you had more true love for the
picturesque than even to dream of such
vandalism, Lady Cumnor.'
II value light, sunshine and beauti-
full scenery" said her ladyship; "they
are more to me than a score of old
trees that are big enough to darken the
whole place. am quite sure, Sir Aus
ten, that you will not allow anything
to interfere with my comfort; and those
beech-trees do.''
'Not with your comfort, my dearest
Hester. How can they?" cried Sir
Austen.
"Well, with my pleasure then; and
you value that as much, I am sure. Let
nue. see all over the county if I like.
Why should I not 20
"Certainly; but it does seem a great
pity. Hester, to cut down those mag
niicent beeches. Is there no other
way out of the dif1icultyp"
Something of defiance flashed over
the fair face.
emo; there is no other way. I did
not believe that you would uphold your
son in his insolent rebellion against my
wishes!" cried Lady Cumnor. elf he
is to rule here-you must understand
quite distinctly, Sir Austen-I speak
plainly at last-if he is to rule here.
you must excuse me if I decline to re-
main"
"Oh, Hester, Hester" cried Sir Aus
ten, chow can you say such things ?"
~ mean it. submit to your au-
thority, the gentlest that man ever as
sumed over woman; but will never
submit to that of your son. You do not
blame me, darling, do you ?"
And the word "darling," so tenderlv
spoken, conquered Sir Austen. He put
his arm around his wife's neck, as
though to assure her of his support.
You must understand, also, father"
observed Ross, that wish for no
power and no authority, save that
which belongs by right to a loving and
devoted son, such as am, and always
will be, to you; yet cannot endure the
indignity of remaining at home and
seeing the most beautiful parts of the
mere ruthlessly destroyed for mere
whim, a caprice
In plain English" said Lady Cum
nor, delighted at what he said, g. if the
beech.trecs are cut down. you will leave
home?''
'Most decidedly 1 SHALL" replied
Ross; while Sir Austen groaned aloud.
Do you know that, if you 90, shall
have to do everything myself?' he
said.
g will help you," interrupted Lady
Cumnor. ''Rely upon it, Austen, all
is for the best-the very best. Ross
has been spoiled. A few years out in
the world will do him good; there is a
want of manliness about him.
She drew back when she saw the an
cry CLEAN in his eyes.
1.-THE best proof of manliness that I
can give you, madam he said, sis by
passing over in silence most unworthy
speech. No one has ever questioned
my manliness before; that you should
do it matters ittle.''
"Shall l give the orders Tomorrow"
asked Lady Cumnor.
With deep groan Sir Austen an
swered:
eyes"