New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-04-15
"A SWEET APOLOGY.

Harry. How do you expect we can
get the pictures arranged when you
joggle the table in that outrageous
manner?"
.'Well, I'm sure, Nell," answered
the accused, deprecatingly, ''it's
rather rough on a fellow to be COM
PEELED to sit the best part of an even
ing handing the paste pot and sorting
fancy cards. l Thought you had out
grown that sort of thing when you put
away your school books.''
*tThat shows all you know" was
the contemptuous rejoinder. GAS if
these albums we're not all the rage,
and Alice, so good and thoughtful,
sbringing all the newest and loveliest
cards from Paris. Why, my dear boy
(this in a triumphant tonc,) my book
one in town.
"'Yes, know" muttered the young
man, with reprehensible lack of in
,terest- ''But you promised to let me
row you across Silver Lake this even
Ing. The moonlight nights are nearly
gone and we haven't settled anything
yet, Nellie
Cant you talk before Alice? I'm
sure we needn't mind her,
Here [, being the Alice referred to,
hastily rose and offered to resign my
position as 'pastcr-in-chief
'tNo, no. Nell exclaimed
'tI'm going to get some more PASTE"
Unanswered.
''Why don't you use mucilage?",
~queried Harry, in a conciliatory tone,
zTesigning himself to the inevitable.
because we haven't any, and they
ere out of it at the stationer's, so we
thought a little homemade material
would do as well.''
t@Oh, no, it WON'T calculated
Harry, with alacrity. II wouldn't do
any more just now 1t would be far
better to wait and finish your work
with the proper stuff. Come (this very
:Pleadingly). little row will do you
good and Miss Alice will perhaps join
u.s." continued our hero, with susp1-
cious lack of warmth.
Gracefully declining the invitation,
watched the young lovers slowly
threading Miller's lane.
"About an hour had elapsed, and
was comfortably doing my hair pre-
paratorv to seeking my downy couch,
when Nell rushed in my room with
2blazin9 eyes and heightened color,
and finging herself on a chair, ex-
claimed, "Harry and have had such
q row."
'.Indeed,'' I replied, unmoved bv a
statement whose recurrence could be
estimated as happening about once
every twenty-four hours.
Eyes" said Nell, somewhat crushed
by my lack of sympathy, land, Allie,
it was all about a miserable box of
bonbons which Fred. Clarke, that
clever young lawyer, brought me from
the city. Harry said he wished l
would get over my childish love of
sweets, that it was ruinous to the di-
question, to say nothing of my lovely
teeth l told him he only made my
lite an excuse, that the truth Of the
matter was jealousy. Jealousy about
poor FREQ, and he needn't think be-
cause he had just taken his doctors
diploma that he could commence prac-
.tice with me as his first patient. Well
You can readily understand, dear, how
,One word led to another, but when
Harry wound up in his conceited way
tby declaring medicine to be a noble
profession and law a despicable one,
tell you I couldn't stand it. and in
formed His Highness that I would
never speak to him again unless he
made me an apology, and what do you
think? The wretch laughed and
walked off,, saying: oh, certainly,
Miss Nicolls, I'll make a sweet apol-
vogy, and with burst of tears sweet
Nell, who after all was little more
than child, relapsed into despair on
= macrame tidy, thereby reducing the
red ribbons to irredeemable dampness
j, with my five years seniority, hardly
knew what consolation would prove
most eficacious in soothing indi gnant
seventeen.
1T was useless to indicate that it was
a mere boy and girl spat about a stick
of candy, or that it was quite proper
for an incipient physician to object tt
an undue indulgence in sweets, or tt
hint at the fattery which is Away!
conveyed by the demon of jealousy.
ALI these suggestions were received
with scorn, from the indisputable fac
that Harry had made himself disa
sgreeable from the first,'' Directing t.
:the harmless amusement of ''makint
AN album giving vent to sarcasm
regarding the pictures, the paste AM
various other things connected wit
the artistic employment.
..Nell! Nell!'' yelled the musica
Tommy, as my Cousins brother wa
called. Here's package for you.
We were most comfortably dispose
on an old shawl, with books and work
in the grove, just to the left Of the oil
fashioned farmhouse.
No reference had been made to tn
Hast night, but my Nell had lost tina
buoyancy of spirits which rendered u
all her willing subjects. Full of cur
0sity we awaited the coming Of th
dreadful boy, who burst upon u