New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-06-17


The two entered together.
''Mr. Sampson, will you just look at
this telegram? l can't make it out at
all Will you please read it for me?"
| felt a tremor waltz up and down
my spinal column when she paused.
Old Samp. put on his glasses, and
took the paper into his hand. He
looked at it minute, and then he
glanced at Bismarck.
"Ahem! Miss Lautenschlager, did
you write out this telegram"
'sNo, sir"
'You must have done so, it is writ
ten in German. Read it aloud, Miss
Lautenschlager.'
81 know nothing about it, replied
Bismarck, turning white as she took
the paper.
Old Samp. took an angry step to-
ward her.
''Don't deny it, Miss Lautenschla-
ger, you wrote that, now read it
aloud'
l was about to interpose but Bis
marck spoke up quickly.
1t must be mistake, Mr.. Sampson,
it is not telegram, only something
which scrubbed in an idle moment
Indeed! Read it, Miss Lauten-
schlager' -
II had rather not.' replied Bis
marck, the tears gathering in her
eyes.
'Read it, say, will know what is
going on in this Office shouted old
Samp, his bald head growing purple
with anger.
cit is only Mr.. Depue's name, writ
ten over couple of times. and my
own" replied Bismarck brayely, but
turning from red to white.
''And you wrote it?''
eyes SIR
"Pretty occupation for a young la
dy," he sneered. ''The next thing is
how did Mrs. Warner get hold of it?"
Il sent it to her." said I, boldly,
looking old Samp in the eye.
What did you do that for?' he
asked, nearly excited enough to strike
me.
l felt perfectly reckless of conse-
quences. After his brutality to Bis
marck, [ would have liked to throttle
him, besides never believe in lam
ming the cat back in the bag when his
head is out. 1 answered boldly:
Because she IS around here boring
us continually. l thought | would
give her something to study on lit
tie. hoped 1T would keep her at home
an hour or two. [ could not myself
read the writing, but thought it was
only scribbling, as it really was," con-
Guided [, casting beeseeching look
at Bismarck.
Old Samp's sarcasm was beautiful.
'Then we are to consider this prac-
teal joke, Mrs. Warner. Mr.. Depue,
however, may consider himself dis
charged from his situation, and Miss
Lautenschlager, who l find was not to
blame in the matter, may fill the va
cant place."
''All right. SIR replied pompous-
ly, II will depart on the next train. F"
Mrs. Warner withdrew in great in
dignatlon, and old Samp, after hand
ing me my salary, shut himself up in
his private Office.
Bismarck" whispered I, '.can you
ever forgive me?''
"You were not to blame, 1 ought
not to write such things
Oh, why did my stupid tongue say it!
''Never mind Bis, you'd had to have
owned it sometime!'
''Owned what, STRIP
"Why. that you adored me, of
course. -
II did not own 1t, sir"
"Oh! yes you did, Bis. Ask old
Samp if that wasn't owning up!'
How she did take that piece of i'm
pertinence! I tried to joke her out OF
it, put IN vain:
Il never will be your friend again."
she said.
Still went carelesslY on.
''Now, Bis, didn't mean to get
your dutch up in this manner. Like
you, and its only fair that you should
like me"
She turned her back upon me and
would not answer me.
The train came rolling into the sta
ton.
"Good-bye, Bismarck. I'm going to
write to you and you must answer
me, said [ in an agony.
She did not reply and L was obliged
to go, for it was the last train that
stopped at Ellicott that day.
When reached home wrote a half
dozen penitent letters to Bismarck.
They were not answered.
In four weeks [ was down to Eli
colt. Bismarck was gone, had left
SIMPSONS Office upon that same
eventful afternoon.
81 tried to hunt up her family, but
found that they had embarked for
Germany taking Bismarck with them.
My means would not allow me to
follow them, and returned home
sadder and wiser youth.
Each year brought me some new
calamity. l lost my parents and my
only brother; but surrounded by af-
Fiction, l did not forget Bismarck.
Her people did not return to Eli
colt and could hear nothing of them;
but my darling was ever in my mind,
and often l imagined that she might
be welded to some disciple of Gam
brinas and I suffered like lovesick
schoolgirl.
Money never seemed to find my