New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1883-01-24
HER COUSIN. !,

A lane as green as emerald, and a.
soft to the feet as velvet. Wild roses IL
luxuriant bloom, almost hiding thu
rough stone wall which bounded it or
either side; brilliant-hued wild flowers
We'd with them in beauty; and to ado
to the charm of the rural scene the ok,
was free from even passing cloud.
- An old woman who evidently belong.
ed to the peasant class, and chiId
whom she carried laboriously within hel
arms, were the sole human beings with
in sight, although the wild denizens Of
the four footed kind abounded.
Rabbits, secure from molestation By
law. SO as to he kept for the rightfu]
owners staying during the hunting sea
son, which was even then beginning
Squirrels and chipmunks We'd in their
noisy chattering with the feathered
songsters. and II not 30 musical, sue.
ceeded in producing as much sound
and mingIing as it all did in Nature.
vast chorus, filled out the chord of har.
mony even as the rasping voices of some
of the inferior instruments supply Ger.
tain tones to a trained orchestra.
Here, darlint; we'll jist occupy this
purity place for awhile. Old Bridget'f
arms arr that tired it seems as though
they'd break off entirely. How's the
wake little back nOw?''
lit aches, Bridget; but don't mind,
now that we've got to such nice place.
I'll lie here under the big tree, and sec
if I can't catch q sight of the same cum
ming bright-eyed little squirrel l was
watching so long the last day we were
here"
''rhat's a swate girl. to be so nice
and contint-like. I'll sit q trifle beyant
yez on that stump, where the light'll be
better for my old eyes, and knit on the
stocking I've started to keep your wake
little feet warm when the frost comes
by-and-by.''
Ellen Cornell looked up into Bridget
timeworn face with grateful bright
ness in her great Irish-blue eyes.
"What makes you so good to me,
Bridget, when you are 80 cross to your
own grandchildren Teddy and Kitty?'
..'Sure, Miss Ellen" said Bridget,
brushing tear away as she spoke,
''they are SO strong and well. and hasn' t
the Lord afflicted you? And thin, too,
when the mistress died, bless her .swate
soul. didn't she say to mo with her last
breath. Bridget, take care Of my child.
She will have no one to protect her own
blood, and there's . promise ID the
Bible for those who take care OF even
one of the Lord little ones. And l tould
her as quick. as ! could spake for the
crying. Sure, and I'll take care Of
Miss Ellen for the love of you and Of
her. and not for what it might bring
NO. and with that she shut her eyes
and dropped of to sleep and niver
again woke up" IS
The child had listened eagerly as
Bridget spoke, and when the sound Of
her voice ceased she leaned her head
against the tree whose majestic branches
shut out the glare Of the sun from her
eyes. But She did not remain silent
very long. S.
':Brid get, tell me again Of my mother.
I: could hear you talk about her for
ever.''
''But it's the one thing I have to tell,
Alanna; and that is that she was the
purtiest lady ever laid my eyes on,
and that she was as delicate as the posy
on that wall
Before the words had fairly left her
lips sound of trampling hoofs struck
on the ear, and a magnificent thorough
bred bore his master over the wall, Just
escaping the stump upon which Bridget
was sitting. a
Ellen gave frightened cry and sank
back in a faint.
The young huntsman lost no time in
dismounting and trying to repair the
damage he had thus unwittingly done.
He caught Ellen up in his arms and
carried her to 3 spot not far distant,
where the clear waters Of q ripping
streamlet babbled cheerily on over its
pebbly bed.
Until that moment Harold Lancaster
had been indifferent to ,womanly beau
ty. although having q keen eye for the
fine points of favorite horse or hound.
Girls had been avoided by him from
up to his present height Of
six-foot-one. But as he gazed down at
the white still face lying against his
breast he was struck by its exceeding
refinement and Wonderful, classic love.
liness.,
He, bent and dipped his hand in the
cool water and dashed some Of 1t In her
face. By this time Bridget had reached
the2spot. s i5
Give the poor murthered lamb to
me-" she said sharply. .'and YET best
mind where ye're after jumping yer
the next time. = e 81 ].
Ppm sorry, my good woman, and I
hope my carelessness will not do any
lasting harm. The child Is only In 5
faint from fright. See, she IS opening
her eyes now. S. Do you feel better. Ettia