New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1884-12-10

ways goes every evening to the parlor
of ''The Pirate and Admiral and
takes o glass; you might get into con-
versation with him."
you've hitit!'' said Hart delight
fully; he felt that the fair Daffodil was
already his, We have already told the
reader that Mr.. Alfred Hart had very
good opinion of himself.
If I win her." thought Alfred, '.I'll
put such handsome frames to my pic
lures"
Delay is always dangerous. Our he
70 did not allow the grass to grow I'M
der his feet. No, he knew better.
That very evening, dressed in his
best, he showed himself at the parlor of
"The Pirate and Admiral. =
John Nixon was seated at the end of
the table, with a long pipe in his mouth
evidently he thought great deal of
himself.
But our hero did not find it so easy
as he thought it would be to make John
Nixon's acquaintance
He was grumpy, surly fellow, and
hardly answered Alfred when he
spoke.
After three evenings spent in vainly
trying to make friends, Alfred Hart
gave it up in despair. However, chance
did for our hero what scheming could
not do
One afternoon Miss Daffodil, happening
to fall asleep, was caught by the tide.
She awoke to find herself on little is
land of sand surrounded by water.
Now, the probability is that had
there not been young man present,
Miss Dafodil would have rushed
through the water. which was not
quite two feet in depth; but gentle
man being in the way, she gave vent to
little shrek, saying:
''Save me! Save me!'
The gentleman was no other than
Albert Hart, and without the least hest
tation, after casting glance at the
familiar red stockings-for Miss Daffo-
dill had gathered her skirts round her
plunged into the water like the hero he
was.
II will save your he cried.
.'You are brave, noble!'' she cried,
and the fair Datfodil threw her arms
round his neck.
Once more he plunged through the
rising water, and they were soon on dry
land.
II am ,savedp' said the girl still en-
twining her arms round Alfred's neck,
fair flower as she was. ''HOw can I
ever thank you sufficiently for your
1,siant conductp"
s:Don't mention it," said Alfred half
choked by the girls fair arms. cts a
pleasure to risk ones life for one so
beautiful. -
Now it must be confessed that Miss
Daffodil was not what might be called
beautiful, though fine-looking girl of
about five-and-twenty summers.
The next day, and the next. and A.
ter that they met on the beach, walking
side by side, the pleasant sound of the
restless waters in their'ears.
She told him everything about her.
self, for Miss Dafodii was very frank
how she had money in her own right,
and how her father did not wish her to
marry, because he would loose it.
At length, one lovely evening, our
hero asked the all-important question.
.'Daffodil, dearest Daffodil!' he said.
II have loved YOU
'.Oh, Alfred!'' hiding her blushing
face in her hands.
II have loved you," went on Alfred,
sever since I first saw those yellow
sand-boots and red stockings"
'.You wicked Alfred!" said Miss DAT
fodil, pinching him.
Darling, will you be mine?'
OF course she said yes, aud the artist
was rendered the happiest Of men,
looking forward to the time when he
could touch her money.
On meeting her on the following
evening, Alfred suggested that they
should elope.
"Where TOP" asked Dafiodil.
t'Tll take you to my aunt's,' replied
Alfred. 1--WE will remain with her rn-
til our marriage. y
.'Will she like mep" asked Daffodil.
Everyone who sees you must like
you, said Alfred. He knew only too
well that his aunt would be glad to
hear that he had married a fortune.
Everybody don't sec me with your
eyes" remarked Daffodil.
'.Confound his insolence!" cried
loud voice, and turning round, Alfred
saw Daffodil's father tucking up his
sleeves.
did you address such language to
me, sir?'' asked Alfred trying to look
fierce but. trembling in his shoes.
Eyes, sir!''
:.Then I think I'd better go. Fare
well, dearest!" looking at Daffodil, "but
not forever
And, with these parting words, he
fled leaving father and daughter to-
gether.
It was not forever. He met DaGodil
on the following night, and, taking her
to the station, took the train for Lon
don.
Alfred's aunt received his future
bride with enthusiasm, thinking that
through her she would be relieved OF
her nepheW's keep.
Three weeks afterwards they were
married, and the artist felt that his
triumph was complete.
A few days after their marriage Al
fred wrote to his father-in-law to tell
him what had happened The answer
that came back by return Of post aston
ished him.
..Sir, II am glad to get her off my
hands. I wish you luck. You'll find
that she has a deuce of temper.
Yours faithfully.
'.JOHN NIXON. =
Her father only spoke the Truth
Dafodil had deuce Of temper; but
Alfred would not have cared for that,
had she possessed money. She had not
q farthing in the world, and Alfred
found that no had been thoroughly