New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-02-15

sence. His favorite cousin, Blanche
Anstruther, had married and left Briar-
lie. which had been her home since her
parents death. The once stately old
squire, his father, had grown quite in
firm, and his mothers dark hair was
thickly threaded with silver. But there
was no change in the loving hearts which
welcomed his return.
Among other of his Invitations came
one from his cousin Blanche. Her hus-
band had an estate where there was ex-
cellent hunting and fishing. Would he
join them in the autumn?
Gerald concluded to 90. Weeks
rolled on and brought the appointed
time.
cousin Gerald,' said Blanche, '.Iexs
pect you will help Hugh to make thingI
pleasant for my young lady guests. ;
am particularly anxious that Miss Glyn-
don should enjoy herself, for she has re-
fused an invitation from her Grace the
Duchess of Strathearn to come to me.
She was the belle of the season in London
last winter. Every one was raving about
her,
'.And do you mean to say, Blanche,
that you are willfully about to expose
me to such dangerous fascination?''
asked Gerald, with mock seriousness.
"Well, III do my best to please you;
but bellies are not at all to my taste.''
"Hush here she is now,'' Whispered
Blanche warningly.
Gerald looked up. A slender girl
dressed in spotless white stood in The
doorway. Not an ornament of any
kind interfered with the severe simple
ity of her toilet. But the absence of jew
els made her remarkable beauty only
the more striking.
MY cousin, Mr.. Castleton, Miss Glyn-
dom
For an instant the large blue eyes
turned their full brilliance upon Gerald's
face. Then, with graceful inclination
of her proud little head, she passed IN
to where his tiny nephew Hugh was
amusing himself with gayly illustrated
Mother Goose. As Gerald looked he
grew bewildered. An intangible resem.
blance in Miss Glyndon's face to some
long dormant memory puzzled him.
Miss Glyndon!
Suddenly, with ringing laugh, Mas.
ter Hugh reached up one dimpled hand,
and selling hold of the tall tortoise-shell
comb which lowered above her shapely
head, and held in place the heavy coils
of golden hair, wound about in simple,
cOr0net-ike fashion, pulled it from its
place.
''Now the pretty lady looks like the
picture!'' he exclaimed, triumphantly,
pointing to his book.
'.My darling boy, how could you"
exclaimed his mother. Il hope you will
pardon him, Miss Glyndon. He is truly
spoiled child.
Il beg to differ with you," said Ger
aid, coming to the rescue, and catching
Hugh up in his arms. ''The boy has
an artists eye. He saw that we had
among us the Fair One with the Golden
Locks' and he very properly wished to
call attention to the fact. ], for one,
thank him.
but fear Miss Glyndon does not
share in your feelings, Gerald" said
the annoyed hostess, glancing at her
guest. r..
But by this time all trace Of Hugh's
1nischievous feat had vanished. Miss
Glyndon's slender fingers had gathered
up the mass of FURNISHED gold, and she
had again wound it around her head
and replaced her comb. She was evil
IDENTIFY not offended, and Hugh's man.
ma breathed freely again.
"Did you ever see such a magnifi-
cent head of hair in your life?'' asked
Blanche of Gerald, afterward; $50 long
and silky, and of such a peculiar tawny
gold color.''
eyes, said Gerald, slowly, Il have.
But only once.''
That night, after he went to his room,
it was to dream Of proud young head
bending from its stately poise to play
with tiny boy. Until now he had been
fancy free. But this girl with her min
gled dignity and sweetness, had COM
pletely captivated him.
''Who is Miss Glyndon?' he asked,
one day of his cousin.
There is quite romantic story con-
nected with her." was the answer: 1.Her
father and mother made runaway
match and incurred the displeasure of
their families. Their brief married life
was spent in poverty. The husband
died first, then the wife. Then the grand
parents relented, when it was too late,
and took Ginevra home. She spends
part of her time with one set of rela-
lives, and part with the other. They all
idolize herr
'.And well they may, if the woman
has fulfilled the promise of her child
hood" for Gerald had at last recognized
Ginevra.
''Why, what do you know of her?"
asked Blanche, wonderingly.
But Gerald had disappeared.
Invitations were out for a fete. The
guests were to appear in fancy costume
appropriate to the sylvan character of
the entertainment. which was to be an
outdoor one.
1t was brilliant scene. Robin Hood,
in his dress of green, surrounded by q
band of merry archers; Diana, the hunt
ress, crowned with her silver crescent,
and carrying her bow and culver; wood
land fairies, wearing their emblem flow
ers; water sprites, and other quaint and
rural representations.
Gerald had learned from Blanche that
Ginevra Glyndon was to appear as IN
dine. So, for purposes of his own, he
took the character Of Neptune, and no
one could recognize him, as he came up
on the grounds, leaning upon hui e
trident, and with long iron gray hair
and beard hanging down upon his
shoulders and breast.
Ginevra was dressed in some thin
shining material splangled thickly with
pearls. Around her neck was clasped
a necklace of tiny brilliants, from which
hung magnificent pendant which
caught the light at every motion. A
wreath of water-lilies with some half
open buds dropped low over her white
forehead. Her hair hung in long, shin
ing waves almost to her feet, and
throughit were twisted strings of pearls,
with now and then diamond flashing