New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-07-26

ThetniOrs. never knew exactly how nc
found Lis way out Of the house; he was.
vaguely aware Of brushing against !
stout gentleman in q fur-trimmed ulster.
as he shot into the street, Of . stately
carriage and pair standing ct the door,
and : dark-browed lady leaning out to
look after him. Il ~
The next day he resigned his position
in the post-oflice, drew his savings from
the bank and left Washington. 1twcre
we'll, perhaps, il he could pnt deserts
and seas and mountain ranges between
Helen and himself. Il seemed to him
Is if the earth had reeled from, it's orbit,
and it required time for him to readjust
himself to the situation. His idea was
allthat was left to him; lie put Into it
Ill his earnings, he devoted heart and
soul to its development, and he finally
forgot himself and Helen Hildreth in
his work and it's success.
It was seven or eight years later that
they met, oddly enough. on the Mount
Vernon boat. Her vivacity was. no
longer the spontaneous effervescence Of
youth aud hope; she was trifle passee,
perhaps.
Wealth aud splendor have not proved
all her fancy painted them,'' he thought
as their eyes met. mir. Van Week, y.
she cried, ..who would have dreamed Of
meeting you here!' Was the pleasure,
which frightened her eyes and deepen
ed her somewhat exaggerated dimples a
"reminiscences Of her power or was Mrs.
Sterling married fiirt, he wondered. |.
I'VE have heard of you often. to be
sure" she purred. ssIhe newspapers
have not been silent concerningy and
your great invention. I've always felt
an ownership in that invention, do you
knowP lfelt as if were behind the
scenes, let into the secret before the rest
of the outside world, when it was only q
dream. I've resented every infringe
ment''-
II am flattered that you remember
my small AFFAIRS said Theodore hum
bly,:
lingering accent, II have nothing else
to do.''
II come down here sometimes" she
pursued after brief pause, when we
have holiday, forthe sake Of auld lang
sy,ae, and try to believe I am seven
years younger and the world before me
where to choose. like to come when
the peach trees are in bloom, as they
were that day when we built our castles
in the air. Mine have crumbled into
DUST
Mrs. Sterling, l am sorry to hear you
speak so.''
She stared at him an instant, blushed
and dropped her eyes in the old effective
way. Haven't you heard" she said,
II didn't marry Mr.. Sterling
Perhaps she expected Theodore to
beam with, sudden happiness and re-
hearse the old story she had refused to
hear once before.
You left no address, you know" de-
Tending herself from the reproaches she
anticipated. '.Mr. Sterling died before
the wedding day was set. / thought
you would see it in the newspapers. I
am Treasury girl yet. Theodore. Do
you know that sometimes wish that /
had never seen Mr.. Sterling?"
Only the Fates know what Van Week
would have answered, but just at that
moment a bit-of crepe lisse hoated into
their neighborhood and voice like =
summer brook cried, .sOh, my veil,
Theodore!'' Theodore put out hand
but it eluded him; Helen made quick
movement and caught it on the wing.
Let me introduce you to Mrs. Van
Week, Miss Hildreth,h he said. ..She
would like to thank you.''
--Mary N. Prescott in Our Continent.