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

OF Ine parish IN which she lived, and
he had long determined to discover the
truth from lips which still he felt had
only to speak to dash his hopes to the
ground.
A favorable opportunity now seem
ed to present itself, as he rode slowly
by Eyelyn's side through the silent
lanes.
~ want to exercise the privilege OF
an old friend and ask you a question, ::
began Sir Gilbert, abruptly "the
truth. bitter as it is sure to be, car
not be more unbearable than the
wretched suspense l have been kept
in lately" he continued, with great
effort, fixing his eyes searchingly or
her blushing face.
care you engaged to Norman Sci
by?'
Evelyn's eyes sufused with tears as
she replied:
~ should be if my father did not
bitterly oppose it; but, Sir Gilbert, ]
do not care to speak on this painful,
subject even to you, one of my oldest
and best friends, for my love for Mr..
Selby has caused me so much unhap
piness''
''But why does your father object
to your marrying hiln?" inquired Sill
Gilbert, trying to assume a calmness
he was far from feeling.
Evelyn remained silent.
"Tell me your troubles now just as
you used to do when we were children
together" continued Sir Gilbert.
The warmth and feeling expressed
in his tone, and the conviction that
genuine interest in her welfare prompt.
ed his questions. caused Evelyn tc
throw off her usual reserve. and sht
| told him frankly that her fathers only
real objection to Norman Selby was
his comparative poverty. His parish
was a small one, and itnight be many
years before he was able to offer her 6
home such as she had been accustom
ed to. Her father was implacable ir
his resolution that she should never
marry a man who could not do this
Sir Gilbert listened IN silence. HI
understood how the happiness OF two
loving hearts was at stake. Heplain
ly saw the whole wealth OF tenderness
OF Evelyn's nature was lavished or
Norman, and he further discovered
that their attachment had continued
| for three years hopelessly, yet not
less faithfully.
Already his unselfsh, generous spirit
prompted him to try and secure the
happiness of the girl he loved, ever
though that were to give her to his
| rival.
Arrived at Airmount, he left Evely1
and rode homeward. Conflicting
thoughts filled his mind. Strangely
enough, he had in his gift a rich living.
which he had intended to offer to ar
old college chum, of his, a bachelor.
but his conversation with Evelyn had
filed him with new resolve.
After q few hours elaboration hs
had decided what to do. He sought
Norman Selby and, without alludine
to Evelyn in the slightest degree; Of
fered him the vacant living OF West.
brook, which offer, it is needless tc
add, was joytully and gratefully &C.
cepted.
Time sped on. mellowins life into
ripeness. Here in its course it shed q
sorrow, there a Joy. Succeeding years
had filled the lives OF Evelyn and Nor.
man Selby with more Of the sunshine
OF prosperity than is usually accorded
to the most favored lot. Norman's
talents had been recognized in his new
sphere, and the gift OF Sir Gilbert
turned out to be but the stepping-s stone
to fortune. It had been succeeded by
a still richer living, presented by the
hands of royalty itself, and Norman
was now well known and popular
preacher at the English court.
Evelyn had developed into the high.
est type of perfect womanhood. TIC
the grace and loneliness Of girlhood
were added a ready sympathy an6
charm of manner which found it's way
to the hearts OF both young and old
A little naughty to her equals, those
beneath her in station found in hel
their kindest friend, and she was the
first to withdraw the cloud from the
lives OF those on whom the cloud o:
sin or sorrow had fallen-hers the
helping hand ever stretched forth tc
encourage.
And Sir Gi!bert-what of him?
He had gone abroad soon after Eve.
lyn's marriage, and proved one of the
most careless OF correspondents
now hunting on the American prai
ries; now in the wilds OF Australia; a
| rowing life constituted his chic
pleasure and occupation. At length
wearying Of the excitement OF
travel, he turned his face
homeward. He yearned for the quiet
OF an English home, for friendly faces
and familiar voices; and, in connec
ton with these longings, thoughts O!
Evelyn and Norman Selby ever came
upon him. A strange presentiment o.
an early death, too, threw its shade
over his heart. Consumption had
been the bane OF his family, and he
felt now that he also was numbered
as one of it's victims.
So one evening as the setting sur
was gliding the handsome ylcarage
| with its floods OF golden light, Sir Gil
bert stood before it, lost IN admira.
ton of the freshness, quiet and
beauty of that home-ahome in every