New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-07-22

confusion at betrayed secret.2 Bernard
could not guess.
The nature of my employments can
make no difference whatever, in any
way that I can imagine, to Mr.. Har-
bury" she answered. Then-it seemed
to Bernard strange transition Will
you forgive me for asking favor?" she
went swiftly on; II should like-oh, so
much!- to help in your work. Could
I not copy out your notes or revise
proofs sometimes
What philosopher could have sue
cessfully resisted the volunteered help
of such an amanuensis? Not Bernard
RaIston.
| It was summer, three months later
than the date of this conversation.
Olives guardian was seeking his ward
in her own boudoir, with gloom upon
his face and a depression of soul which
defed his analysis. He had message
to convey and proposal to informally
submit which he had little doubt would
be accepted. Oswald Harbury, the
| young owner of half Cleethorpe, had
| asked permission to lay himself and his
fortune at Olives feet. He loved her,
he said; he would do his best to make
her happy
"And I believe that he will. He has
home to offer you and is true-heart-
| ed honorable gentleman. As your
guardian, Olive, I am bound to give
MY sanction to SO fair and promising a
suit. May bid Mr.. Harbury to come
and plead his own cause?"
He had spoken hoarsely and in a
queer, far.of kind of voice that he
hardly recognized as his own. It was
surely singular and must testify to an
unsupported weakness of character, that
the prospect of separation from the
ward originally received with so much
doubt and dread should thus make havoc
of his peace. He waited for the answer
in suspense that was positively har-
assing. At last it came.
"No, you may not. "Olive said, "un-
less, indeed, you wish to get rid of me
to serd me away And not even then,
for 1 cannot consent to marry man
whom do not love-"
Send Olive away! Was not every
pulse in his body beating with fierce.
unbidden Joy at the verdict she had
given? The measure of his recent ter
ror was the measure of his present re-
lief.
"That is fear which my ward-my
hayward ward never need harbor,"
he said, with slow, broad smile; "she
has brought too much sunshine into my
lonely life for ME to wish to lose her.
But change is inevitable some day."
"Why?" low voice murmured; and
again came the mysterious Illumination
of Olives eyes.
Because, Olive-if for no other
reason-the years of my guardianship
will soon be at an end" he answered
steadily, almost sternly. He must face
the future resolutely, as be6tted teach
er of his fellows.
And few seconds later his quick,
nervous step was echoing in the passage
without.
An early summer vacation in Swift
zerland-when the glorious Alpine
fora should be at its loveliest-had
been the cherished dream of years to
Bernard Ralston, and at last it was
| realized. A woman's hand had guided
his steps thitherward. Olive Power
had persuaded him to lay aside his work
and make playtime of the sunny wealth
er.
"You can finish your book on Vanity
as Force in Human Affairs when you
return, and the critics will all say that
the last chapters are the brightest" she
said, pleadingly. And when she added
slight involuntary expression of her
own eagerness for the change, he sur
rendered. The trio-Miss Ralston,
Demands sister and housekeeper, was
Olives chaperon-had now been from
England a fortnight.
They had reached the Riffel and were
thus encamped under shadow of the
majestic (grin and uncouth, for varia-
ton of epithets) Matterhorn itself.
Here Olive went into ecstacies. To
watch the sunrise battle the rugged,
furrowed sides with waves of liquid
light was an occupation of which she
never tired. And then there was the
Corner Graf to visit, the Corner Gla-
cier to see.
At the hotel there was pleasant COM
pany, including a couple of young
Americans, who swept the ordinarily
reserved and cautious student forward
into participation in their own reck-
less adventures by the sheer force of
enthusiasm. The three went off one
afternoon on quest for edelweiss.
The gloom was thickening in gorge and
pass and gray shadows were following
the crimson sunset glow on the huge
crests aloft before there was any sign
of a return. The ladies grew uneasy.
Stories Of accident and of awful peril
were staples of the conversational bill
of fare in the hotel salon and inevitably
exerted their influence on nervous
minds. In this case the presentiment
of evil was but too surely justified.
Two Of the venturesome explorers
returned weary and dishevelled, but
Bernard Ralston was missing.
ave thought he was before u.s." ex
planned Mark Croxfoid, the elder O.
the brothers. "We drifted apart among
} the boulders and iceridges of glacier
edge, and we looked for him to rejoil
us at the lower end of the track. No