New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1883-05-02
HER SIGHTED LOVE.

HER SIGHTED LOVE.
t'She is mighty pretty little thing,
by Jove! and altogether too nice, for
you, old boy. OF course you mean to
marry her?''
'Marry her!'' in a tone of intense
scorn. "Marry this little green country
girl, when the stately and elegant Miss
Carol is ready at any minute to throw
herself and her half-million into my
arms! Helen Langley is a pretty little
girl, and altogether charming for sum-
mer Irritation; but marry her? Not |,
my friend
''Then, Hal, you are doing cruel un-
manly thing in playing with her. What
do you intend to do when you leave? I
heard you ask her if she loved you the
other night, and of course supposed the
matter was settled"
''And did you hear the answer I got?
Her grandmother called her and she
ran Off without answering, and has been
very shy of me SINCE
'Well, you know she loves you, and
it's no child's play with her.
Hal gave low laugh.
''She'll get over it, and settle down
into farmers wife,
:'For shame, Hal!'' and Roger Irving
walked off angrily.
The other gave long low whistle,
and followed leisurely.
Roger Irving and Harry Sanders had
come from the city to the quiet little
town of Arden to spend their vacation,
and had been for four weeks inmates Of
Farmer Langley's house.
No sooner had they passed out OF
sight than a young girl jumped up from
behind a clump Of bushes, and looked
after them with blazing eyes.
eyes, Harry Sanders, [ did love you,
but, thank Heaven! l never told you so.
You will find that the little green coun-
try girl can hate as well as love!''
She spoke quickly and passionately,
and then threw herself down on the
ground in passion Of tears.
Three hours later, Roger and Harry
were sitting on the piazza smoking.
The sun had gone down, and the stars
were beginning to come out one by one.
Grandma Langley sat just inside the
parlor window with her knitting.
Il don't see where Helen is; she sell
dom is away SO late
just then the object of grandma's SO
licitude came in sight. She was walking
along carelessly, her hat on her arm,
and her hair blowing about her face.
She came up and took a seat on the pi-
azza, with a cool good evening to Harry
and a pleasant smile to Roger.
"Have you been to supper, dear?"
asked grandma anxiously.
II don't care for any," in tone that
forbade further questioning.
Roger took up the book lying in
Helen's lap. It was a volume of Ten
nyson. He could not conceal a look of
surprise as he asked:
..Ah, do you read Tennyson, Miss
Helen?''
"Oh yes,' she answered quietly.
Rather surprising that little green
country girl should read Tennyson, is it
not?''
Harry looked at her uneasily, but her
innocent looking eyes treasured him
somewhat, and he said smilingly:
t'Not for you, Miss Langley
She ignored him completely, and
turning to Roger, engaged him in con-
versation.
They talked about books, music, art,
and both Roger and Harry, who sat
listening, We're surprised at the ease and
familiarity with which she conyersed on
these subjects.
Helen was very brilliant that evening
and Roger left her with the impression
that he had never seen so lovely a wom-
an before
From that night Helen was changed
being. She read and talked with Roger,
while Harry was obliged to look moodi-
ly on, and wonder where pretty little
Helen had gone.
Two weeks passed by in this way, land
then one night Helen informed them
that she was going away to make visit.
She would say goodbye now, she
said, as she. should start very early in
the morning.
She shook hands with Roger, and with
a smile and goodbye, excused herself
Cor the rest Of the evening.
Roger wondered why such pang
shot through his heart.
Would he never see her again?
TIE thought made him sick at heart.
He could not let her go in that way.
He loved her; this impetuous passions
ate young girl had won the heart of him
whom SO many managing mammas had
tried to ensnare for the last five years.
The next morning Roger was up very
early, but Helen was all ready to start,
and Roger could not get a word with
her alone.
The stage drove up, and he held her
little hand in his a moment; then she
stepped into the stage, the driver crack
ed his whip, and she was gone.
Roger turned eagerly to Grandma
Langley, and piled her with questions
as to where Helen had gone, and for
how long; but grandma would give him
no information, and he turned away des-
pairinggly.
TWAS a still summer evening, and
the wash of the waves on the beach
could be heard on the piazza Of the