New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-09-23

only son OF his sister, JOnn carson, I'M
less he should become the husband Of
Alice, she being the refusing party, in
which event the entire estate should
pass to Rupert.
The will further provided that Alice,
until her marriage or majority, should
reside. with her aunt, Mrs Carson.
The latter, be it known, had only
recently becomes widow, having spent
all her married life in India, but now,
with her son had returned to England
to pass the rest OF her days.
Mrs. Carson was a gay, inofensive
woman, who hailed with delight the
opportunity OF chaperoning a beauti-
ful young heiress, and, at her sons
suggestion, kept to herself the fact
that Alice was to all practical pur-
poses already appropriated.
AS to Alice's speaking of such mat
ter to strangers, that was the last
thing a girl SO proud and reserved was
likely to do.
-e@You see, mother said John, eff
people know Alice it not Eon the mar
ket, to use an expressive phrase, she
will at once lose eclat, and won't have
half the fun; neither will you, as her
.chaperone, be so courted. So let's
keep quiet, that's ALL Ru will not be
here for three months or more yet, he
writes me, some red-tape delay about
his resignation, he's going to play the
lord bountiful on his estates, you
know, now he is Sir Rupert. Hewrites
like a regular muff; duty, love for his
uncle, esteem for Alice-and all that
sort Of stuff. He will come to us as
soon as he arrives, Wonder what he
looks like? Don't fancy | have missed
much in never having met my dear
Cousin Ru. Bah! he's lukcy fellow,
anyhow"
"If only it had been you, my boy!'
sighed his mother.
And John stalked gloomily away to
mediate and plan how to fall heir to
a forfeited half OF the estate.
No hope with Ru," he muttered.
Giles willing enough, so is she now;
but she may be made to kick the
traces. It's worth a try; anyhow"
Down by the sea, where Mrs. Carson,
her son and the great heiress went, by
and-by, the latter created a sensa-
ton.
Young, handsome, proud, immensely
wealthy, she was courted by impecun-
ious titles and the mothers of eligible
sons.
Her Cousin John, with praiseworthy
self-denial, made it his business to
bring captives, and lay them at her
feet, seeking ever to please her eyeand
her intelligence in his selections.
But it was difficult task he had set
himself The one defect in Alice's
character land it was only a surface
defect, after ally was her ambition and
a too great belief in the power Of
wealth. ~ a
Dearly would she have liked to be
called ''countess" or marquis, could
that have been accomplished, and her
uncle's estates have remained with her,
and undivided; but as this could not
be, she deemed it better to be only
baronet s lady, and to hold the estates
entire.
Z OF love, Alice knew nothing moth
ing OF it's mighty power Or it's infinite
weakness. She might learn; butneither
time nor John Carson had brought her
a teacher yet. @E Een
"Alice," and Carson touched his
cousins arm, ''permit me to present
to you Mr.. Allen Anderson"
Alice looked up to meet the search
ing gaze Of a pair of brown eyes, flash
ing, jeweIed, enthroned in a bronzed,
bearded setting; not handsome face,
but something better-good, honest,
earnest.
That night when Alice went to her
room, she sat down and gazed out ov-
er the sparkling .sea-waves; and-it
was very ridiculous, she told herself,
and so it really was-they seemed to
be singing, and the burden of their
song was, "John Anderson, nv 10
John!"
The days sped on, riding, boating,
walking, and still, in the quiet hours
of the night, the soft sea-waves kept
on singing, "John Anderson, my 10
JOhn!"
And by-and-by there came an hour
when they varied the song, and utter
ed, in a deep, tender, musical voice,
'Alice, Hove you, / love you!"
II Allen Anderson had been there at
her side, still repeating it, Alice could
not have heard it more distinctly, and
somehow it was more than she could
bear. It was wretched, miserable!
She turned from the window, as she
had from him, and throwing herself
on the sofa, wept bitter tears.
They were all for him-oh, yes, en-
tirely so! Thesad look in those brown
eyes had been so pitiful when she
spurned his plea, giving him to under
stand that she considered such words
from poor, untitled man to an heir
ess as lmpertinent and insulting.
) Brewton was a resort where the
slaves of fashion reveled for awhile in
freedom from the bonds OF formality;
all were free to come and go as they
chose, untrammeled by society's iron
letters.
The neighboring barracks, with it's
gay garrison, perhaps was largely re-
sponsible for this state of things.
However that might be, it existed.
One Of these DELIGHTFULLY."- free Gus
toms was, that any lady who desired,
might, without fear of offending the
DrODrietieS row herself ont lnOn the