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

and the strains OF 'sIhe Blue Danube
foated out through the open windows.
Near one of these a lady and gentle
man stood talking.
The gentleman, who was an old friend
of ours, Harry Sanders, suddenly caught
sight Of a young lady just entering the
parlor by an opposite door.
ssMrs. Willis, look; who is that?'
The lady turned.
(which one? The tall one?''
Eyes
"Her name is Weston. Shall Ipres-
ent you?''
Harry thanked her, and few mo-
ments later was bowling over Miss Wes-
tons hand.
He did not see the look of triumph in
the beautiful eyes, for when he looked
at her she was smiling.
She was beautiful woman, and re-
minded him Of somebody. he could not
think whom. She kept him near he1
all the evening, and a pair of bewilder-
ing dark eyes were dancing before him
all night.
Harry Sanders confessed to himself
that he had never been SO interested in
anv woman before.
The summer was passed in dancing,
boating. riding and all kinds Of amuse,
ments. In week Harry Sanders was
violently and desperately in love with
Helen Weston.
One hot, sultry afternoon Miss Wes-
ton sat on the piazza alone. In her lap
she held q worn volume of Tennyson,
but she was not reading. The beautiful
grey eyes were looking wistfully out to
sea.
s'Miss Weston?'
She started, and turning saw Mr..
Sanders, and with him Roger Irving.
Her face paled, but she quickly bowed
as Mr.. Sanders introduced his friend.
Roger looked at the book in her lap,
and with a start scanned her features
closely.
Miss Weston appeared constrained,
and not at all herself, that afternoon.
She soon excused herself on the plea OF
headache, and went to her room.
Her heart beat unanimously, and she
kept repeating to herself, ''At last, at
last. Oh, Roger, my darling, you will
love me!''
Roger was tired of the glare and hum
in the ball room. He turned YEARLY
away from it all, and went out in the
calm still night. He walked along the
beach, and hearing voices, he stopped.
It was Miss Weston who was speaking.
''Marry you, Mr.. Sanders? l could
never think of depriying you of Miss
Carroll, with her half million
''Miss Weston elen-what can you
meanp What is Miss Carroll and her
money compared with you, my darling?
Oh, love you SO; can't you love me, if
ever SO little?'
She gave hooking little laugh
''Tell me, Helen he urged, "did you
never love me?'
eyes, she answered, 81 loved you"
ooh, my darling, my darling
''NO, Mr.. Sanders, don't touch me!
/ do not love you now. Listen: Five
years ago overheard you say that you
would never marry little green coun-
try girl, when the stately and. elegant
Miss Carroll was ready at any moment
to throw herself and her half million in
to your arms. Helen Langley's love
turned in that moment to bitter hate. ]
have longed for the time to come, Harry
Sanders, when I should make you suffer
as you made me suffer long ago. I
have my revenge, and 7 am satisfied.
Cop
He turned and walked away
Helen stood quite still moment, then
felt herself taken into pair of strong
arms, and a low voice said:
II have found you at last, my own,
my love-
It was Rogers voice that spoke, and
Rogers eyes that looked into hers.
''Do you love me, Helen?''
She drew the dear face down to hers,
and with her arms round his neck, said:
II have loved you for five years,
Roger
After few moments he asked
"But why are you Helen Weston nowP
l should have known you if it had not
been for that
Then she told him how her uncle had
died four years before, and left her his
property on condition that she would
take his name.
When she had finished he drew her
closer to him and whispered:
"And now you will change it once
more''
She laughed; but two months later
their marriage was in all the papers.