New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-11-04
LOVE AND FATE.

BY MARIAN ROMERO.

Northern Budget.
Two people, lady and gentleman,
are walking together underneath the
a1nss in an old yet beautiful garden.
Ehe August sunshine lies warm and
srIght above them, the birds are sing
arg LII the branches over their heads
aud at their feet are beds OF fragrant,
2ld-fashioned flowers. Behind them
afs some distance off stands large
orown house, whose gabled roof is
ssa<.H ever-ggrown with ivy, and upon
whose imposing black oaken door is
inscribed the name, Elm Lodge. Far
AWAY to the west lie the purple Cat
slziils, TO the south and east rise gently
.szoping hills, upon which peaceful
:aocks are straying.
&1t is a beautiful home, Professor.
Axe you not happy here?'
The lady is watching his strong, earn
est face as she waits his answer. She
is OF medium height, slender, and not
pretty She has large, gray eyes. It
has been noted by observers that the
eyes OF these two people, Professor
Bettinger and his pupil, Madge Kirby.
are exactly alike. She is dressed in a
shabby gray gown which has for adorn-
sfaent only a bunch Of wild, white dali
sies at her throat. The Professor
speaks slowly:
cit is a beautiful home have been
saappy here all my life until" He
Stops and is biting his lips while a
slightly annoyed expression passes
over his face.
Until came to disturb your peace?"
Radge is speaking softly, sadly, and she
a5inlidly lays her.hand upon his arm as if
TO plead for his forgiveness for some
.iancied wrong.
1--WE have been much together, pro-
lessor" she says. III have grown to
G.id my life brighter and more full OF
purpose since | knew you, so noble,
SO grand, so wise. regret that you
sslave not been equally happy in my
g1resealce."
81 did not, do not say So he is
speaking with some hidden agitation
and his gaze rests little yearningly on
her face.
<tNo, but,it is so. I can see it more
clearly of late. You are nervous,
I'LL at ease, often sad with me.
Why, dear friend, is this? Do [ tire
you with my chatter, or-is it some
thing entierly apart from me? Tell
sEze..-'' she is unconscious of the ear
NEST longing in her eyes as they meet
his, 1swhat is it which troubles you?
Miss Kirby, Madge, Unjust not tell
you of my trouble. Dear, youhave no
trouble; at least, thank Cod
He sees her start and blush. He is
unconscious OF that little tender word
he has spoken. It was in his heart,
and he uttered it unknowingly. There
IS a long silence between them. Then
she speaks In a low tone:
professor, am going away to-
axaorrow. ! received a letter this
Rlaesrnlngg from my aunt, stating that
she will accompany me from Elm
Lodge to my future home. Soon
must part with you, with this dear
pleasant summer home and all it's
memories, and forever"
He's looking sadly down on her
face He thinks OF the long bright
days OF happy companionship which
they have enjoyed together, of the
books they have read and written, Of
! the pleasant strolls by the river, and
it seems to him that shadow has
fallen over the beauty of the afternoon,
a shadow which lies between them and
blots from each their wistful faces for
ever "Madge"-he is looking INTO her
eyes, cob, it seems so hard that we
anust part You will not utterly for
lEsset-not quite Danish our happy sum-
, Ener from out your life?"
She answers fervently. Il will not
do that, dear friend; would not if l
could
It is perhaps we'll that she scarce
" understands her own feelings
IN the matter. She speaks at length
Of her plans for the future
She tells him about her betrothed hus-
bland, OF the gay life she expects to
lead abroad. OF her ambitions and
hopes. To all he listened quietly and
with a grave almost indifferent air.
Once he tells her to be good and true
and earnest in her future life, as wife,
mother and a Christian woman. The
tenderness Of. his face haunts her long
.afterward, even now it saddens her
strangely
Will you sing to me, Professor?"
sahe asks after they have retraced their
steps and are seated in the vine cover
ed porch, while the sunset fades over
tho hills 81, e .sss
He has a deep mellow voice, and
NOW as he sings a tender strain
she is thrilled almost to tears.
The Professor has q few pupils,
young ladies oft and 20, who now,
on hearing the well known baritone
voice, come trooping out from the
school room; with their lady teacher.
Isae teacher is. q tall, suberb loo king
woman, with brilliant black eyes and
rosy cheeks. She is far handsomer
than Madge Kirby, and rumor says
she expects to marry Professor Bet
singer.