New Ulm weekly review., 1886-06-09

/ elegant Mrs. LOrtOnsS reception OF so
much beauty, and such utter lack of
style.
The girl was in mourning for her
grandmother. He fancied that she
Fad ever been very poor, but there
was gentleness and refinement native
| to her that he thought prettier than
any results OF training.
By-and-by he offered his arm for a
promenade ondeck, and, since he knew
| her aunt, Dora accepted these atten-
tions gladly
st. Eustace could not but notice
how sulleless she was, and grew tender
over her innocence
He gave her his care; he related
many particulars ofher aunt history,
that If any thoughts of fear arose they
might be set at rest.
And, looking into the sweet, fearless
eyes, he was secretly only too glad
that he was what he professed to be
lrreproachable in truth and standing.
A few words spoken to the captain
gained Dora. too, his bluff, fatherly
interest, anG her forlorn look was soon
banished
The sea trip was full OF novelty and
pleasure for her. and the prettiness
grew radiant as she yielded to the
fresh and healthful influence around
her
Mr.. William Smallpiece fortunately
became seaslc.S at once and had to
"seek the seclusion that cabin
grants" for the whole time
But Dora was agood sailor Though
the boat plunged restlessly all night
and beat about 80 the incessant ring
Ing OF the fog-heli. she came to break
fast with rosy checks and bright eyes,
She soon became favorite with the
captain, who placed her at his right
| hand, and constan tly encouraged and
compllmented her.
The next was bl ight and beauti-
full day, and thos. of the passengers
who were not seasick, promenaded on
the deckin the bright October sunshine,
or lounged on the set.ees ana camp
| chairs
By a marked courteAy, ST. Eustace
succeeded in preventing Dora feeling
| the embarrassment OF being the only
lady on board.
She was more pictu, ssque without
| the frayed gloves, sitting with her
bounteous bralds unGovered, her
| slight shoulders wrapped in white
shawl under All awning, which the cap
tain had gave orders TO have rigged
for her; and she was more conspicus
ously pretty.
st. Eustace felt that the other pas
sengers envied him as he lounged near;
chatting in quiet seriousness, and
silently watching the shifting water,
the hovering sky, the winging gulls or
| flying sails, with her eyes Of sweet en-
loyment.
Dora was both unassuming and free
from embarrassment. Even Mrs.
Norton's anticipated training could
not improve the young girls simple
ladyhood, and St.. Eustace felt him
self deeply interested respecting this
young creature.
After supper the moon came up
gloriously. Dora ran up from the
cabin with a cry OF delight.
"Oh, how pretty!-like a dream"
she cried.
"Would you not like the change of
a walk?" asked st. Eustace, Offering
his arm.
So they promenaded the smooth,
white deck, the sea rippling, and the
moon shedding her soft light.
Chow pleasant this is!' said Dora.
ri thought it was going to be dread
full when we came on board. Itwould
have been if it had not been for your
kindness.
"Do you think l do not find this
PLEASANT" asked St. Eustace. "What
should l have done if you had not
been on board?"
She looked up with frank, sweet
eyes.
II had not thought of that" she
said.
st. Eustace laughed heartily.
ooh, WE'LL" she said, we know it
can't make much difference to you.'"
The young man watched her face of
humility, and thought he had never
tasted such exquisite fattery.
"Do we?" he said. Il am not quite
so sure. See how white those sails
are, comingfrom beneath those clouds.
DO you," he added, presently, "expect
to enjoy yourself at your aunt's? Do
you know how rich she is" he went
on, "and how luxuriously she lives?"
81 had not thought she said.
"Grandpa said shewas goodwoman,
very cheerful and charitable. lex
pect to be as happy there as can be
anywhere. -
He noticed the sadness of the young
voice, but knew she would soon. re-
cover from the sorrow OF losing her
grandmother, and unused on what the
ricn woman would make of this sweet,
unsophlsticated girl.
Dora could think OF nothing but her
own pleasant emotions. That long,
bright evening-the fresh, mild scene
the handsome face, the gallant figure,
made an era in her life.
| But when she left him she forgot
all in the sound sleep of early youth.
With ST. Eustace it was different.
| The confding grasp OF that little
hand upon his arm seemed to linger.
| There was marriage planned for
him by his father. Why did he think
Of that now with abhorrence and vow
that it never could be?
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