New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-11-08
'HELP WANTED 0oAoHMAN.' =
BY LU. SENARENS.

| b1 Luz OENARENS.
II discarded John to-day, Mamie,
and have advertised for new coach
man." said the very corpulent Mr..
Hunt, as he drew a copy Of the daily
paper from his pocket.
''Why did you send John away, pa
pap asked the pretty young girl.
Because" replied her father, with
an angry glance at her across the par
lor table, II discovered that he was in
league with yost, having driven you to
the park, where you frequently met
Tom Lane, whom I forbade continuing
paying his attentions to you. And
mind, Mamie, if I catch you playing
me any more tricks of that sort, off you
go, bag and baggage, to some Catholic
convent, where you will but see the
| light once day, and then only for re-
! creation"
:'Papa, we discussed the subject of
my love for poor Tom at some length
before, and it is unkind of you to refer
| to it so heartlessly.''
s'Then,'' said the old gentleman,
grimly, ''you should not be foolish
enough to waste your heart on so abom-
Unable a young scamp! If you marry
at all, it must be a man who can afford
the luxuries have always given you.
Tom Lane is merely clerk, and can
barely live decently alone on his paltry
income"
You were no better off than he when
you married mamma
s'There, there! That will do, miss!'
Numbered the old gentleman, striking
the table with his fist to emphasize his
words. ''What had before you were
born is not the question. It is sufficient
for me that you have all your life enjoy
ed the necessities my present wealth
procured, and it suffices that:I am SEN
sible enough to look out for your future
welfare, for your own sake. Now my
friend, Bullwinkle, has asked permits
sion to court
.'Oh, my graciousv' interrupted
Mamie, stopping her dainty ears with
her small, shapely, pink and white
fingers in a paroxysm of dismay. "7hat
old fogy?"
s'But, Mamie-''
II won't! won't! I'd sooner marry
your grandfather frst?'
Il tell you he is rich, and -
Il don't care if he is! I hate the old
wretch-so there!''
lord bless metz gasped the old gen.
tleman, scrambling to his feet, in cold
perspiration at this onslaught and his de-
feat. ''She has got tongue like a
lash,'' he muttered. ':But I tell you,
MISS" he exclaimed aloud, as he polish.
ed his bald head with his handkerchief
theoretically, II have my eye on you,
and you shall not fool me again. No,
| ma am-Pm on the lookout now!''
"That's rightr' blazed Mamie, with
shortened breath flashing eyes, while
her velvety cheeks glowed crimson.
''Watch me-hire detective to watch
me-do. Tie me up in rooms tarve
me if you will, or beat mel shall not
complain
"Oh?' groaned her father, dismally;
''she's mad?' and he rushed out OF the
room. ''She's perfect vixenr' he
gasped.
He waited minute, and as all was
profoundly still, he softly turned the
knob and cautiously poked his head in
to the room again. If he expected an
assault he was mistaken; for, instead. a
touching sight met his view. His ca
PRECIOUS little daughter was kneeling be-
side the lounge, and seemed to be weep
ing convulsively. His heart smote him,
and look of compassion crossed his
face, for he dearly loved his motherless
daughter. There was tall pier-glass
opposite her, and he casually glanced
a of or
crossed his face, for she was not cry
ing, as he supposed, but laughing so
hard at his recent discontinue that she
could scarcely stifle her merriment.
1t was with the most profound skep-
ticism Of the reverence and obedience
of daughters in general to fond fathers
that the old gentleman retreated quietly
from the parlor and rushed upstairs to
his own apartments.
That very afternoon Mamie wrote
Tom long letter, secretly posted it,
and he received it in due time The re-
suit of this was meeting of the lovers
the following morning; but, unfortun-
ately, Mr.. Hunt accidently met them,
and, marching his wilful daughter
home, babe Tom begone, and never
!
In answer to letter the old gentle
man had written to an applicant for the
position of coachman, that afternoon he
met the man at the stable door. He
was thick-set Celt, having fiery red
hair, a red frame of whiskers around
his dirty face. which harmonized nicely
with his red nose, and was attired in q
shabby, thread-bare suit of clothes much
too large for him.
Your recommendation is unexcep-
tionally good,'' commented Mr.. Hunt,
glancing at the paper the man had Civ
en- him. VI
'.Bedad, sur, I dhruv the ould mast
hers horses this tin year.
'.But why did you leave his employ2''
.Bekase l had to, yer amer
Discharged, ehP''
'Yis, sur.''
Then I cannot hire you, O'Dono.
van.'
.'Whyp''
Il do not want discharged man,
Michael
.'But begob, couldn't help it, sur
'tOh, very likely indeed =
..Faix the orld masther died; he had
no family, an constantly there was no
more Wurruck fer me ter dc. 8
..Ah! That alters the case. Yousmay
rknrr la, I, 80