New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1883-06-13

A sigh had finished his sentence.
"But you must give the future no
thought, Daisy said warmly, in reply.
THAT shall be our care.''
"My future can be the care of no man
mo woman" he answered, with a
ouch of pride in his voice. II will
carve it out for myself"
She listened and was silent. To her all
that this man said possessed certain
latent power, which al once thrilled and
fascinated her. If anyone had told her
that there was possible danger in it for
herself, she would have crushed them
with her scorn; likewise if they had
limited danger to him.
She was the queen, gracious to her
subject, who had richly earned her gra-
titude; but gratitude cannot bridge q
social chasm. But we must know our
danger to avert it. On the very brink
OF this chasm the man, the woman,
were trembling, all unaware of the
yawning gulf beneath them. A bold
leap might save them; otherwise they
would dash their hearts to pieces on the
pitiless stones.
One day their eyes were forced to see.
1t happened thus:
Alan was rapidly ragaining strength.
He was able once more to read and
study.
Il must learn to draw with my left
hand" he said, one morning, to Daisy,
sitting beside him. II fear it will be
slow work.
81 can draw little,' she replied
''Can I not carry out some of your ideas
if you will show me how?''
''You really mean it?'' he asked.
''Indeed do" she answered, eager
". and drew pencil and paper towards
her.
He gave her some directions, which
she followed.
II saw Mr.. Noteworthy yesterday"
she said, as she worked on. "He has
been absent, or he would have been
here to see you; he told me you would
be invaluable to the factory had you lost
both arms
''Mr. Holsworthy!" repeated her
nearer. "Pardon me, Miss MERTON
you are speaking of your future hus-
band, are you not?'
g! am speaking of my fathers part
ner," she replied, haughtily. ''His al
lance or allegiance to our house ends
there
Listening to her words, a great weight
lifted itself from Alan Irving's heart-a
weight of whose existence he had been
all unconscious; yet what mattered it to
him? He had been a workman in her
fathers factory; he had saved her life
and won her gratitude, but beyond that
it was folly, worse than folly, madness, to
dream of aught else.
| AS she bent over her work, her hand
which held the pencil trembled. The
lines she made spoiled her copy. His
artist-eye detected the inaccuracy. He
involuntarily leaned towards her, for
getful that his left hand had not acquir-
ed the necessary cunning. As he did
so, their two hands met. His was hot
and burning, hers cold as marble. She
sprang to her feet,
II will come tomorrow" she said,
hurriedly; IL believe I am nervous
"No; do not come tomorrow" he
answered, hoarsely. "You-you have
been very kind, but am growing bet
ter now; you must not come again!"
His voice was cold to sternness, his
manner harsh and repelling, but in his
eyes was softness which betrayed
him.
"Why?" she whispered, and took one
step towards him, a soft light in her
eyes which nearly tempted Alan Irving
to forget the strong resolve he had made
to conquer his madness.
.Go!' he commanded eve do not
know what perdition is until we lose
Heaven
She hesitated still an instant; then she
obeyed him and went softly out.
"Sad news this about poor Irving!'
said her father, next day, not noting
how pale grew her lovely face at his
words. s'The fever set in again last
night, and there is little hope entertain
ed of his recovery. He keeps talking
about you, Daisy, in his delirium, poor
fellow!'
All night the girl had struggled be-
tween her love and pride, for yesterday
she, too, had learned her secret, but
though with her love had gained the
victory, how would it be with him?
And she was woman. He must be
the one to speak, and he would only
gaze at her in longing silence across
what he believed to be an eternally-di.
vided gulf
Softly she entered the sick mans
room, and stole to his bedside. The
physician was already there.
daisy" broke from Alan's lips, in 8
tender whisper, ''your hand is cold
why? It trembles! Oh, my darling! car
you, too, feel? 1 am mad. with my
crippled arm and workman's dress
nothing left with my brain and ambi
tion.''
'Hee does not know what he is say;
ing, Miss Merriton,'' murmured The
! physician, apologetically.
But no blush either of anger or con
fusion, betokened that she had heard
Only, when she was left alone with hin
she bent the naughty little head, unit
her lips were close to his ear.
/ "Alan," she said, won't you get well
dear, for my sake?"
He looked up quickly, as though hel
words had penetrated the mists of deliri
UNI. She stroked his burning brow will
her cool hand. He ceased to utter inco
herent words. Gradually the heavy lid
closed and he slept.
Motionless she sat beside him. Nov
and then his eyes opened, but, seeing he
there, closed again in the slumber which
meant life.
When the physician came, he marvel
led at the change.
..He owes his life to you, Miss Merri
ton, he said.
Thank Heaven it is so!'' she answer
ed, fervently. lowe mine to him.
No one interfered now with her post q
nurse. They thought that thus she show
ed her gratitude.
Alan himself was too weak to rebel