New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-01-28

cried George Fenton, shoveling on
more Goals. $50 nice and pleasant
| and unaffected as she is as rule!''
Perhaps she did not like being
caught doing the Good Samaritan"
observed Ray. II say, Tommy. does
Miss Wilmot often come to see you?''
'.Yes!' said the child. Don't she
make nice cakesp Me loves Miss Will
mot"
"sagacious child" cried Horace, de-
posting him on the carpet. II say,
George" looking at his friend keenly;
''Miss Wilmot i remarkably pretty
girl to act the Good Samaritan to the
children of lonely widower. l hope
her kindness does not get talked
about
Talked about!'' repeated George,
blankly; what on earth for?''
Horace bent forward and clapped his
friend atfectionately on the back.
''Just the same simple, unworldly
old chap as in the bygone days when
you were my fag at school," he ex-
claimed
Your fag!'' cried George. You
mean when you took me under your
y" .'o",ion, old fellow, because though
older than you. l was poor, weak
BOBBY, without brains enough to keep
up with the rest of you. Don't con-
tradict me-" he added, quickly, ''be-
cause it is true, every word of it. Now
tell me what you mean about Miss
Wilmot?'
III mean nothing, old fricnd,' said
Horace. You know have IN aim
less way of saying the first thing that
comes into my head. Will you come
and dine with me at the club to-
nightP''
''Not tonight" said George. "You
see it is Roses birthday, and I prom
ised the child to stay at home.''
''All right; another time, then," said
Horace, shaking hands with his friend.
"Here, children" and he scattered q
handful of silver on the carpet, making
a precipitate retreat, to get away from
the Babel that ensued.
He laughed heartily as he went down
the steps, and then his face grew sud-
denly grave and thoughtful.
IF ever hear any man say word
against her, I'll knock him down."
he muttered, while an angry flush suf-
fused his face.
Horace did not know how soon he
would be put to the proof That very
evening he heard one of the club loung-
in way that made the blood Jingle in
his veins.
He had always hated Richard Dobell,
and could scarcely keep his hands off
him as he listened to what he was say
ing to his companion, "rapid" young
masher, with an eye-glass and a pain
fully stiff collar.
''Fact, 'pon honor" said Dobell,
glancing at Horace, who had just en-
tered the smoking-room and taken up
his position where they were stand
ing:
''But she is so particular" returned
the masher; regularly snubs a fell
low!"
1T is all on account of this widower,
depend upon it, said Dobell, with a
sneering laugh. ''She thinks of no.
body else. .Mabel's widower,' we call
him. Ha! ha!''
''But people say he is welded to the
memory of his first wife," said the
masher, who had soft head, but not a
bad heart.
1T is the girl who is enamored. l
won't answer for the widower,' OBJ
served Dobell, as he lit another cigar.
How Horace longed to choke the fell
low! But he restrained himself, and it
was not until Dobell was leaving the
club that he accosted him.
"a word with you,' he said sternly.
"Well, what is it?'' asked Mr.. Do
bell in surprise, as he glanced at Hor-
aces compressed lips and flashing eyes,
cit is this" said Horace, sternly.
'You were speaking with most unwar-
rantable impertinence of one of my ac-
quaintances tonight, and if there is a
repetition of the ottensc, will thrash
you like dog"
"People will talk" observed Dobell
with an uneasy laugh.
''They had better not in my hear
ing" said Horace sternly. ''Good-
night to YOU"
And he strolled away confident that
Dobell at least would not offend him.
He had not gone far when he heard
footsteps behind him, and bland voice
said:
'Allow me to thank you in the name
of my stepdaughter."
"a woman's name should be sac
red," he said lightly. IA fact that our
friend Dobell does not seem to under
stand. l was merely suggesting to
him that silence was golden"
''You shan't escape from my graft
tude so easily cried John Chestertop,
linking his arm Familiarity in Horace's.
Come and dine with me in day OF
two; will take no excuse.
The mans fulsome gratitude would
have been displeasing to Horace had
he not possessed beautiful stepdaugh-
ter.
! He accepted Mr.. Chesterton's invita-
ton, and in few days presented him.
self at the house with his heart beating
quickly.
| Horace had not thought much OF
Mabel until she had entered his friend S
room with three mOtherless children
clinging to her skirts. Mere beauty
of form and feature would never have
won his heart.
John Chesterton received him with
efusion, but Mabel was as cold as an
icicle.
| Her heart was swelling with indigna-
ton, for she knew why he had been
invited to dine with them, and it gave
| her the feeling of being on view.
II am glad it is over" she said,
when Horace had taken his leave
| She was standing by the fire with
her dainty slippered feet on the fender
stool, and disconnected look in her
face.
you are glad what is over?' cried
Mr.. Chesterton.
''The infection of Mr.. Ray 8 society, "
returned Mabel. ''He is really most
tiresome person"
! 1t was on the tip of the stepfather's
tongue to tell her of the little alterca-
ton he had overheard on the previous
night, but he thought better of it.
He was no fool, and knew that it
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