New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1884-11-12

fishing. hunting, old china, or rare
editions. All Of these outlets into
which other fashionable young fellows
turned their energy were closed to him.
Tomorrow would be just like yester-
day, and the days to come like to-
morrow. He would meet the same men
at dinner somewhere; there would be
the same wines, and the same sauces;
at the inevitable ball or opera there
would be the same set of girls and their
chaperones, the. same dreary chatter
of gossip, or criticism Of the newest
prima donna or magazine story. There
they were going on with it now, coming
out of church!
The yawn he gave turned into half
sigh. Did life run at so low a tide for
all the world?
He was passing the great Penn Hos
postital at the m0me1t, and sauntered
into the grounds to look at some plant.
He passed the quaint old building every
day, but it had never occurred to him
to enter it.. He did so now listlessly,
scarce knowing where he went. One
Of the physicians recognized him and
walked with him through the wards.
lCebell looked at the poor creatures as
he might at SO many pictures Of suffer-
ing. Itnever occurred to him that these
were men with the same blood, ties,
passions, as the people of his '.set. .
'.Wh0 is thatp" he said, stopping sud-
denly.
. ''chat young man? He is about your
age. Mr.. Cabell, and positively he looks
like you! He is Norwegian, who landed
here year ago, with q little capital;
fell victim to typhoid and was brought
to us when he had spent his last penny
and pawned even his shoes. He is to be
discharged tomorrow"
It may have been only the accidental
likeness which interested Cabell, but he;
sat down by Lars Volk's bed and talked
to him for an hour; heard the story of
little Olga waiting to come out and
marry him when he should have made
his fortune by wood-carving, and Of the
long years of work which he had spent
in earning the money to bring him to
the New World.
'.Come to me tomorrow" said Ca
bell, pressing the lads thin hand heart
lily.
Volk came, and received money as a
loan to take his tools and cloth out of
pawn. Mr.. Cabell had gone about
among his friends and procured orders
for him, for Volk would take no money
as a gift.
The boys needs and his story and his
gratitude were the opening of new
world to Cabell. He woke in the morn
ings with the sense that he had some.
thing to do and to expect. Hehad WIS.,
tied Norway and saw nothing but the
scenery and the fishing grounds. Now
it was the home of little Olga and of old
Jan and the violinist Bjorn, and all the
good people of whom Volk told him.
He found that there were other emf
grants coming to the city every week,
Swedes, NOrWegians, Poles, Germans,
Russians, each with his story of his old
life broken up, and of this desperate
venture to make home in country
where all were strangers. Cabell would
not let them call him stranger.
1t was SO pleasant at this great crisis
of their lives to step forward as their
friend; to help them to find place,
work and home. Gradually he became
interested in founding colonies in the
West and South. He helped hundreds
with his money and advice; his life be-
came full. He walked now with
quick, decided step, and his eye was
keen and friendly.
Foreign countries were no longer
spaces on the map to him, but the
homes of these his friends; of thousands
more to whom he might be q friend.
Sometimes he visited his colonies in
Dakota, or Virginia; or, when he was
in the city, spent an evening with Volk
and his pretty wife in their snug little
home. Nobody" he used to say,
need complain Of en,lui, of want of
work. The highest work is waiting for
us in the street, next door, if we will
open our eyes and see it. Youths
Companion.