New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-04-29
OLD BULLION'S BRIDE.

Let me see, where was IL LnaI ! uISt
met her? Oh yes, it was under the SUI
perb arches Of High bridge, boating by
moonlight. A globe Ct reddish pear
slowly assembled out of the east-the
shadows of the great bridge resting
softly on the mirror-like surface of the
Hudson river. The sound of flute
played softly afar off, and all of sud
den the keel of my boat coming sharp
~ in contact with somebody else's
oars.
Halo, you'll" cried out a clear, incis-
i've young voice. "Where are GU going
to? Why don't you look which way you
are steering?"
Charley Dresden !" cried out I, little
needing the torrents of obloq11y he was
beginning to heap upon me.
"Old Mottimore," he responded JOY
ously. "Why, who on earth would
have thought of finding you dreaming
on Harlem river? Here! Come into
my boat; hitch on your old craft be-
hind, and let me introduce you to Miss
Sophy Adriance."
I looked as sharply at Miss Sophy all
the moonlight and my own moaesty
would let me, for I knew that she was
the especial admiration Of my friend
Charley Dresden.
She was pretty, slight round and
rosy, with china blue eyes and a dimple
in either cheek, and golden brown hair
worn in long, loose curls. There was
something flower like and delicate in
her prettiness something unconscious
ly imploring in her way Of lifting her
eyes up to your face.
We rowed home together-or, at
least, as far on our way home as the
Harlem river would take us. Sophy
sang little boat ballads. Charley
roared out tenor barcorolles. I even
essayed German student song which
1 had learned in Heidelberg no one
knows how long ago, and we parted the
best of friends.
A week afterward Dresden and I met
face to face on Wall street.
"Hallo, Mottimore" said Charley,
his honest visage lighting up. "What
do you think of her?"
II think she is a pearl-a jewell
princess among women!" answered,
with perfect sincerity.
Congratulate me, then !" cried Char
ley, beaming all over, "for am engag-
ed to her. Only last night! Look here!"
opening mysterious silver case which
he took from his inner vest pocket.
What do you think Of that for an engage
ment ring?"
"a fine diamond" said /, putting my
head critically on one sidey "and fanci-
ully SET"
We're to be married in October, said
Charley, lowering his voice TO the most
confidential tones. II might have been
sooner if I hadn't undertaken that
business in Europe for cur firm.
But I shall be sure to be back
by October, and the money 1
shall make will be acceptable toward
fitting up and furnishing our new home.
Because. you know, Mottimore,. I'm not
rich"
Ispent an evening with her afterward
at the genteel clearinghouse where
she and her MOTHER nice, bright
eyed little woman, the full brown rose
to correspond with Sophy's budding
lovliness-dwelt in the contest of apart
ments, furnished in dark blue reps,
with turn up bedstead, ingeniously
disguised as high-backed sofa, and
canaries and geraniums in tbs win
dows.
cts so Kind of you to Gomez said
Sophy, with gentle pressure of the
hand whensI went away. II ana so
glad to welcome Charley's friends
And 1 felt that could cheerfully sit
through another evening of common
place chit-chat, and photograph albums
for such reward as that.
Well, Charley Dresden went away,
and as he didn't particularly leave Sophy
Adriance ii my charge, I didn't feel
called upon to present myself at the
genteel boarding house. l supposed,
naturally enough, that all was going
right, until the day [ received a note
from my old friend Bullion, the Banker
a man of 60, who wears a wig and spec
tacles, andscounts his income upon the
double fgnres-
Bullion wrote from Saratoga. where
he had gone because he didn't know
what else to do with himself in the dull
season. He asked me to be his grooms.
man. Bullion was going to be mar.
ried.
"Of course, you'll think tia foolish
thing for me to DO" wrote Bullion; "bu
even at sixty man has not entirely out
lived the age Of sentiment; and wher
once youasee Sophy Adriance you vii
forgive any seeming inconsistency on my
part. u"
I went+straight to the genteel board
ing-house. It was possible that
might. be misled by a similarity O
name, although even that; was unlike
ly.
is Miss Adriance at home ?'' I asked
ofthe ,slatternly servant girl who an
sweredl the bell.
'Lo'. no, sir, Miss Sophy's, spending
few weeks with a friend. at Saratoga,
she answered, promptly:
[ That was enough. L went home an
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