New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-07-07
FOR LOVE.

lime has laid it's hand upon my heart
gently, not shifting it, but as harper lays
his open palm upon his harp to deaden it's
vibrations Legend
1t was bright, lovely morning in
January, just such one as made the
huntsman's bugle-call sound like well
come music. The air was crisp and
invigorating, the sky vast expanse
OF cloudless blue, and the snowy
branches Of the trees glistened with a
thousand dewy crystals.
A goodly group Of rollicking sports
men had together for the "meet, !"
and their scarlet coats formed mark
ed contrast with the pure, untrodden
snow, which made meadows and roads
for miles around look like a vast
plain OF fairyland.
Seen in the morning sunlight it was a
picturesque sight, this gathering upon
the village green of huntsmen on their
paving, impatient horses, with their
well-shaven grooms and baying dogs,
ANXIOUS for the days sport.
"By Jove, Il pretty woman never
looks prettier than on horseback" ex-
claimed one Of the party who had
been looking very expectantly toward
the road.
"And here comes Miss Lestrange to
exennplify my theory" he continued,
as young girl escorted by an elderly
man cantered up to the party.
She wore dark green riding habit
which showed to advantage the per-
feet grace Of her slight figure. A small
velvet hat OF the same color, with
long, floating plume. heightened the
charm Of her delicately chiseled feat
ures. She responded gracefully to the
greetings and compliments offered her,
but held out her small, gloved hand
only to the young man who had first
spoken of her.
That he and Evelyn Lestrange were
old friends soon became manifest, for
he rode unlimited by her side as they
passed slowly through the village
Arrived at point still in the out
skirts, Evelyn slackened her horses
speed and contrived to remain a short
distance behind the party. Her eager
glance had fallen upon a young man
who leaned over the GAGE OF the vicar
age garden, and who had evidently
awaited her approach.
The long, sorrowful glance in which
flo1.
was it by accident or design that the
white rose which Evelyn wore in her
belt fell at the young mans feet?
Neither the stolen glance nor the
movement which followed escaped the
watchful eve OF Sir Gilbert Hilbank,
Evelyn's companion.
His face clouded visibly.
"You look sad this mornieg, Eve
lyn," he said. as he looked inquirlngly
into the depths OF her dark, expressive
eyes. "Do you fear a lecture next
Sunday from Mr.. Selby, on thesin you
young ladies commit who waste the
day in the frivolous pastime of fox
hunting, when their young minister
friends are debarred from such amuse-
ments?"
A flush arose on Evelyn's fair cheek
as, with spirit and dignity natural
to her, she replied:
"Mr. Selby never presumes to lect-
ure ME. But any advice he might Of
fer, would, l know, be wise and friend
IT,"
"He is fortunate to have so earnest
a Champion" remarked Sir Gilbert.
Hewas prevented from continuing, as
at these words Evelyn rode on hasti-
", and rejoined the party.
The fox was soon drawn from his
cover, and everything else seemed for
gotten in the excitement OF the chase.
Evelyn had entered into it with full
heart and soul, but just before the
master OF the hounds had got "the
BRUSH" her horse, after clearing d
hedge, slipped and threw her violently
to the ground.
Sir Gilbert was the only member Of
the party near Evelyn, and on seeing
the accident he reined in his horse at
once and came to her relief. The in
juries she had sustained, though not
serious, still were grave enough to
render it advisable to send for a car
riage so that Evelyn might drivehome.
Messengers were at once dispatched
to obtain one, but the shades OF even
ing began to gather before any convey
ance appeared. So S1- Gilbert helped
Evelyn into her saddle, and they rode
slowly to Airmount-her home.
A strange friendship existed between
the rough, generous, kindhearted baro-
net and the refined, graceful Evelyn.
That Sir Gilbert was devotedly at
tached to her was evident, for he lost
no opportunity in displaying his af-
lection.
On Evelyn's part there existed no
feeling more strong than childlike con-
fdence and warm friendship.
Yet there had never been declara-
ton oflove on the part of the baro-
net, for he knew that Evelyn would
never be influenced by worldly consid-
erations, and had reason to fear that
her heart had been already given to
Norman selby, the young clergyman