New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-08-30

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Can take my unsung songs to make an omelet
| Huntington Hawkeye.
FOUND AT LAST.
II will take this one,' said Gertrude
de Veau, when she had made her selec.
ton from pile of Easter-cards on the
counter. Don't you think it is pretty,
Aunt Julia?''
Mrs. Horton put on her glasses and
examined the card with critics eye.
Every pretty" was her answer, to
which she added, after = moment &
pause, land very suggestiven'
Miss Gertrude made slight pretence
Ut blushing.
''You do not think it is too broadly
suggestive?'' she asked somewhat anx-
iously, for she meant to send the card to
Warren Clyde.
':Not at all!'' Mrs. Horton answered.
1T will be just the thing. Ideclare, il
this young sailor don't look for all the
world like the lieutenant!''
Doesn't he? saw that the moment
looked at the card. You can't see the
girls face very well, but
There's where the suggestion lies,"
said Mrs. Horton with significant
smile. THAT is happy thought. my
dear; l hope you won't let him slip
through your fingers, for hei is decidedly
the best catch of the season.
II should say so!' Miss Gertrude an
swered warmly, He is rich as can be,
and nice in every other particulars
beau ideal, in fact"
You must manage it, my DEAR"
said Mrs. Horton with emphasis.
II don't think we are far from hap
Ply de'soueme,st," Miss Gertrude obsery-
ed laughingly. II have an eye to the
main chance, Aunt JULIA
II am glad you are so sensible" was
Mrs. Horizons reply, as they left the
store together. ''There are so few girls
who appreciate the Importance of such
considerations"
The conversation ended here, for as
the ladies stepped out on the sidewalk,
one of Miss Gertrude's admirers met
them, and they joined the crowd of
promenaders.
The following Saturday-it was the
Saturday before Easter Warren Clyde
was seated in his library before an open
fire, indulging in misty train of re-
Prospective thought.
A servant had just brought him the
mail, and among his letters he had
found an illuminated Easter-card, seal.
ed in a cream-laid envelope; and adj
dressed in Miss de Veau's graceful hand
writing.
'Just like her!'' Warren murmured.
as he proceeded to open the envelope in
leisurely fashion with an ivory paper
knife. ':She always does the con7en-
itional thing-does Miss Gertrude
! 1t was little singular to hear him
speak in that way, inasmuch as he had
all but made up his mind to ask Miss
de Veau to marry him. But then War
rem Clyde was different from most men
of his age, and the romance of his life
had died years ago.
The ghost of it came back to him
though, as he drew this Easter-card
from its cover. For moment his cheek
glowed like girls; deep flush mount
ed to his close-cropped yellow hair, and
then left him pale as death.
His eyes wandered from the beautiful
card before him to the bed of glowing
Goals upon the hearth, out of which
sweet visions of the past seemed to be
gently rising.
Once more he was q simple sailor,
who knew and loved the fairest girl in
Hallicote- Sybil Vincy. They had been
playmates together. but had been
separated during all the years that
Warren had spent at the naval academy.
After his graduation they had met
again, and Warren found his childish
love for sybil fast changing into a deep
er and stronger passion. But she was
the daughter Of Q great shipowner, rich
and famous, while he was humble fell
low, poor and prospectless.
1t had been one of his whims, more
over, to set aside the commission con-
ferred upon him by the Academy, and
to enlist with q body of marines, from
whose ranks he determined to rise by
his own exertions.
After he had met Sybil Vincy he
wished that he had not been SO rash, for,
as naval officer, he might have made
some pretensions to her favor. But it
was too late to repent the step he had
taken, and he must wait for advance
ment to press his suit.
Meanwhile, the high sense of honor
which had always been a trait of his,
had sealed his lips. He felt that Sybil
loved him, but he would not bind her
by the slightest promise or even by the
slender ties of confession to one whose
future was 50 obscured by uncertainty.
So he never even told her of what was
In his heart, though she must have seen
it . hundred times shining through his
face.
They had parted with friendly words
nothing more; but hope was strong
In Warren's heart, and he bore himself
like hero.
During the rebellion his gallant SER
vice would in the end have secured him
an admiralty, but he had hardly receiv-
ed his commission as lieutenant ere he
lost his arm in an engagement. and was
obliged to retire.
Happily for the disabled young Of.
fcer, at this critical juncture, distant
relative bequeathed to him the whole Of
q large fortune, and Warren found IN
told possibilities within his grasp. 81,
His thoughts at once reverted IS
Sybil, whom he hoped now to win fol
his wife; but she no longer lived y
Hallicote. With joyous heart e
learned that she had never married; hui
concerning her present whefeabOutsshl
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