New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-09-23
out the pbservS Dry where he worked,
the s0ueerfY-ehXped btildin1. that

showed its dark outlines IN the moon.
light, just over the campus on the hill,
she wondered what. it was that.
prompted her to beg him to take her
there, to exact the promise that onthe
very next night he would conduct her
through the buildings that had been
built after her fathers orders. She
persuaded herself that it was desire
to see some manuscripts other fathers
which Seymour told her had been left
there. Perhaps it was.
q Notwithstanding her mothers
mild remonstrance, the next evening
found her with Brent Seymour in the
telescope room Of the observatory.
The roof had been let down and she
was watching the stars.
"sI wonder if father often studied
them from his room?' said she.
Whenever the sky was clear
"sI wonder if he can see them now?
emo, Think that through one OF
them he is looking ataus.'
Far from science and astro nomy,
far, very far from his scholarly stand
point, the mans childish reply had
taken him, but it carried him nearer
to the heart OF the girl than he
dreamed.
"Alrs. Merdon's disapproval of her
daughters visit to the observatory
with Seymour broadened into anger
as his calls were repeated, and repeat
ed often. An intimacy grew between
the young people, thatseven toithem-
selves they CID not undertake to ex-
plain. The girls friendship had open
ed a new. world to the ,hard-worked
student. Had he known more of life,
he would have known he was falling in
love. Over the other asecret was steal
ing as steadily as comes over us the
morning. A month had passed since
the senior party. The. two sat in the
telescope room. She seemed to be
studying the stars. s3s
And do you remember she was
asking, that evening you thought
through some OF them father was look
ing at us? - 1872 : S5.'''5 -
ayes 80 ST. Gz-sas,s5sG 49,
!" DO you suppose he can see us
now?'- 4'Et - s.es,l s'
"'Yes,' lin a surprised way. a.
Then, hesitatingly, do you think
he is glad-is glad to see us together??'
/" Won YOU (the voice was very
husky)-swon't you answer for me-,
''.sYes, she said, in a voice as clear
as a harp-cord, Iknowshe is ASA
Seymour wondered if his senses
were giving away. He hardly knew
what followed He meant to ask-if
she did not think her father, would be
glad to see. them always together.
Somehow the words seemed long and
heavy and he could not make
the words come. He had q chok-
ing sensation in his. throat and
his eyes were blinded with, tears.
He felt just as he did in the greenhouse,
the night Of the senior party. He
wanted to kiss he hem OF her gar
ment. He felt that he was in DEBT to
her and falling deeper in debt every
moment, He knew he WAS snalling a
fool of himself, but he didn't care.
He was the happiest fool that moment
In Gods happy world.
"1.You are. Just as much mine she
said at last, her hands resting on his
head which some way brother had
found a place in her lap, you are
just as much mine as if I lad done. all
the .wooing myself ~.
"The Merdon mansion had never
seen such a storm as>followed Char
lotte's avoWal of her betrothal.sas Her
mother insisted that she should never
consent, never in the world, and the
girl who had always honored her
wishes above everything else was in
distress.
"'But you did not marry a rich man
yourself, mother; why. should you
want me tor she urged.
~ married a man who was great
whom everybody knew; why, if you
were to marry the man, whoever.he is,
who will fill his chair, [ should be hap
Ply forever, but this fellow, and her
indignation almost overpowering her,
sheleft the room.
twas late in the evening when Char
tlotte stole up stairs. Passing her
mothers room, she saw the door was
partly opened. She knew what it
meant. Women, even among them
themselves, make their reconciliations
gracefully, gradually. She pushed the
door open as her mother intended she
should, and went in. The lady sat by
her writing table, her head resting on
her hand, and she was evidently sleep
ing. A little pile of letters lay before
her, apicture beside them Tears had
dropped upon the letters and the pic
trre bore the stain of tears. Char
lotte looked at the picture closely.
The face was familiar.
Surely she had SCENT before. But
where? +. "a
She could not place it among her &C
5quaintances. Whose face was it? A
broken uncertain voice seemed to say,
That's a picture of the president. ,
Her lovers remark of the portrait on
htheewan, the picture that her mother
cried over. It was all clear, very. clear,
and she didn't care to read the open
letter by the picture. Il.
"My poor, dear mother she
thought, as, without awakening her,
glided from thereon, carrying with her
the greatest secret OF her lifetime, save
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