New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-11-04
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All the to- morrows shall be as to-day,
All the to-morrowssh shall be as to-day
The song is sad and Mad dame .Merlvn
says with scorn, it is absurd that he
should treat them to such a doleful air.
Only Miss Kirby understands why he
has chosen it tonight and at here
quest. Her eyes say mutely to him
'.You are going out of my life forever,
and this is good bye"
When darkness gathers over Elm
Lodge the little honseho old separate for
the night and go to their chambers.
Madge only fingers behind the others,
and Professor Max gravely reminds
her, as she stands outside in the night
air, that she must care for her health
and her roses. 1t is the last night she
will ever stand here thus with him,
she tells her heart, and so, putting
out her hands, she says soft
ly, "Dear friend, I want to say to
you how grateful I am for your kind
ness to me, how much I esteem you;
and -and-GOd bless you, Professor
She does not hear his reply, but goes
swiftly up the stairs and once in her
room she falls on her knees and bursts
into passion of weeping, the bitter
est she has ever known. Tomorrow
she is going away, and in one week she
is going to be married to a young man
VINO has held her troth for years.
Down under the stars the grave, king
ly, middle-aged man walks up and
down on the terrace, striving with a
strong mans fierce will to overcome
his sorrow and gain peace and content
for the future.
It is after midnight. Madge Kirby,
in her white night robes, sits at
the open window of her sleeping
room, where after long, sad
vigil shehas fallen asleep. A brilliant
red light is playing about her face, and
it shines into her room and reddens
the wall. There is fire, q heat com
ing from somewhere Suddenly avid
shout rises on the air. 1t is the cry of
'*fire, from some one who stands on
the lawn. It reaches the ears OF all
but those two who have slept SO little
during the highland who, at last have
closed their eA es in a deep perhaps ia
tai slumber Madge sleeps on, and
down in his own room the master Of
the burning house lies dreaming of her.
The lady teacher, with the other pu-
pills, flock down the stairs and out in
to the grounds. The roof is on fire.
and no human power can save the old
wooden mansion from swift destruc-
ton. Now some one asks for the pro-
lessor. Another says he is at work
trying to check the flames The men
servants are busily employed thus,
and after little parley there is no fur
ther question for anybody Suddenly
the master feels a light touch on his
brow. 1t thrills and awakens him. He
looks up to find a sltder figure bend
ing above him.
1sMax! Max! awaken, for God sake,
.saveyourself, the honseis burning over
us" Madge Kirby says IN a hoarse
strained voice.
In all instant he is upon his feet,
and wrapped as he is in his dressing
gown, he clasps her in his strong arms
and turns to the door A furious
cracking and roaring greets their ears.
The roof is failing in, and as they
endeavor to pass into the hall
a black cloud of smoke and fall
ing cinders blinds and suffocates
them. She lies against his breast, she
teels his breath heavily on her cheek,
she cannot see, can scarcely breathe.
ooh, my God!' he gasps, "can [ not
save you, Madggc, my darling? My lit
tie one must we die in this accused
hole away from the pure air of heav-
en-" 1t is only the moan ofhis burst
ing heart as he struggles to find some
means of exit. She has ceased to
realize their peril. Insensibility has
wrapped her like the robe OF death.
The hallway is a vast sea OF flames.
The chamber is filling with debris from
above and he, ciasping his burden to
his breast, is striving to reach the
burning window where, perhaps he
may make q flying passage way from
their perilous position to terra ihirnla.
He is there, the window is all q mass
of flames, and boldly, bravely, he
steps with his bare feet upon the burn
ing sill, and out into the night.
With feeling of great Joy he
finds himself on the vine covered
roof of the porch. He had for
COTTON his sleeping room was directly
over it, The cool vines to his blister
ed and bleeding feet feel soft and CRATE
Jul. He pauses here not q moment.
but clumsily lowers himself with his
inanimate burden to the ground.
" Madge, my darling, my own sweet
love are you dead?" he means, as he
bathes her face and hands with water,
after he hadflain her on bench in the
garden.
They are quite alone for the others
have long departed forgetful OF all
save themselves.
After q long time she revives and
finds him kneeling thus calling fondly
on her name.
''Thank God that we are safe, y is all
she says, YEARLY closing her eyes once
more, and in a c31i]d-like way
drawing him down to her until
her head can rest on his boz
som. For moment they re-
main thus, both filled with a
new sweet peace, which in spite of the
unpleasantness of the moment, makes
the night like heaven to them. Then