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

her affections were carefully hidden in
her shrinking, gentle heart.
She had given John Tucker true love
since she was mere baby and sat upon
his knee, playing with his watch-chain.
She had never thought of his money,
and when Morris came she was only
glad that her dear old uncle, as she
called him, was to have companion
and friend. She had never questioned
her heart about Morris Tucker, rejoic-
ing sincerely when his engagement
with Meta drew him into nearer broth
erly relations with herself. She re-
spected his worth, his devotion to his
uncle; she admired his talents, his no
BILE, frank beauty, and she grieved deep
ly over the sorrows SO suddenly thrown
into his life. Shyly as she had liked
him. so she crept away to weep for him.
The utter heartlessness that would
throw him aside in his trouble, was only
comprehensive to her from knowing
we'll how her mother and sister wor-
SHIPPED wealth.
She heard the door of the draw ing
room open and her sisters voice say
coldly:
"Good evening, Mr.. Tucker. You
have my best wishes for your future
success"
Then voice as cold and naughty
answered:
"Thank you. Ihave the honor to wish
you good evening""
The drawing room door closed; and
Clarice could see Morris standing under
the hall lamp, silent and evidently wish
ing to recover somewhat from the pain
of the trying interview before going into
the street. He was very pale, and the
brightness that had formed one of the
greatest attractions of his face was all
stricken from it, The sad, pallid face
conquered all Clarice's shyness. With
sudden, irresistible impulse she glided
down the stairs and stood beside Morris.
He did not hear the light foot fall upon
the thick carpet, nor see that he was
not alone until soft touch on his arm
startled him. Looking down he saw
sweet, pleading face, soft brown eyes,
misty with unshed tears, raised to his
own, while Clarice said, in low voice:
Morris, I must tell you how sorry 1
feel for you and Uncle John"
"Thank you" he said, gravely, cover
ing the little white hand upon his arm
with his own" will tell my uncle what
you say"
"Tell him." she said earnestly, that
he has no friend who loves him more
truly than do-no one who feels more
deeply any misfortune that can happen
to him.
II villa carry your message. And
will you wish me God-speed, too, Clar-
ice? I shall sail for California III few
days."
The large brown eyes dilated, while
the sweet face grew white as snow. The
blow was too sudden Without word
or murmur Clarice fell forward, faint
ing. Morris caught her in his arms
and carried her to the library. Ut was
dark there, and no one saw the kiss he
pressed upon herlpale lips beforehe put
Clarace gently upon the sofa and left
her. He did not linger again in the hall.
SnaHching his coat and hat hurriedly
from the rack he strobe into the street,
and walked rapidly homeward.
Five years passed swiftly. and Meta
Cresswen had altered little when, five
years after her parting interview with
Morris Tucker, she stood in the wide
drawing room of her mothers house,
waiting to greet number Of invited
guests. Time has matured her beauty
and taken nothing from her great at
fractions. Clarice, shy as ever, and
pretty as violet, stood near her sister,
while Mrs. eCreswell, magnificent in
velvet and diamonds, spoke hurriedly {:
"Here is strange news, Meta. FIR.
Jarvis has asked permission to bring a
friend, and who do you suppose it is 2"
II cannotzguess, said Meta. lang1.i1-
ly; "some musical man, suppose, as
Mr.. Jarvis is so devoted to Eaterpe. /"
.4No; it is Morris Tucker! Oh Meta,
Lam SO glad you have not positively
accepted young Cooked"
be law to his $200, 00Oy
"eBut not since 1 have heard Mr. Jar
Wis news. MY love, John Tucker has
some land claims IN California that Nor
,rls has hunted up and sold for more
than double young Cookies fortune. He
hasecome home now, and is settling his
uncle's estate, being his heir for eevery-
thing"
"Uncle John deadw cried Clarice.
eyes, more than year ago, though
Morris has just returned. The bell!
Someone is coning!"
In sthe crowded drawing-roosn, an
hour later, Morris Tucker bent grace
fully over Metds hand, and responded
politely to her cordial greeting. He
met alliher advances with such evident
pleasure in mis- welcome that her heart
beat,high with hope. Life had been a
strugglefor rich husband ever since
she had made her debut in society, and
now there was one paying her deferen-
tial attention upon whose heart she had
once maae.a deep impression, Would
he forget: that cruel parting interview,
and lay his fortune .once more at her
feet?
Mr.. Cooke, young man about half
witted, possessed of $500, 900, watched
the bri1liantibeauty who had smiled so
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