New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-07-21

shall go at once and ask aunt if she
will excuse school for tomorrow.
And away she went with the priced
tickets in her hand.
When Arthur left that evening he
promised to call for us at 1 O'Clock
next day-or rather to call for Ivy, as
WAS to start with the Testers.
1t was nearly O'Clock before I saw
them in the field on the day of the
treat. I had looked round for then;
once or twice, but | had plenty to dc
looking after my own little charges
and in helping Miss Lester to amuse
the scholars.
Even at the tea table found myself
at the opposite side of'the room tc
where Arthur and Ivy sat together.
but fancied that Arthur looked pale
and worried.
"He thinks me unkind for keeping
away from him. l thought.
And knowing the Kindness of Mrs.
Lester, whom had already informed
of my engagement, l asked if I might
leave the children with their sisters
for little while, as had not beer
with my friends all day.
Certainly, Miss Weston; please JON
them at once. To tell the truth,
thought that gentleman was your sis.
ter's lover; he seemed so fond of her
Please do not trouble about your pu.
pills any more tonight. / will take
charge of them myself until nurse
comes to fetch them home"
So l joined Arthur and Ivy, but my
lovers face grew no brighter as did
so. He was more silent than had
eyer known him, and even Ivy seemed
sad tonight. But came to the con.
conclusion that they both must be
tired, and tried my hardest to cheer
them, talking of everything, and moth
ing, as we walked round the field I'm.
til it was time to return home.
Z X X
Not till that moment had so much
as a shadow clouded my implicit faith
in my lover; and had seen him and
my sister together without the tiniest
thought that either could deceive me,
But it was only for a moment that
I felt this; before I had had time tc
remove my hand from my sisters
head was myself extraordinarily
calm, though the pillows had passed
over my soul.
What gave me that wonderful
strength in the moment OF my great
weakness? Was it pride? No; pride
could not have done it. It was love
mighty love-se woman's love, per.
fected in the furnace of affection.
I raised my sister from the ground
and, putting my arms around her,
pressed her to my heart. loved her:
and l loved him; they must be happy
if it cost me my life.
"When is he coming again?" l whis.
pered.
''He asked me to walk in the park
tomorrow morning, and I told hin:
generally took the children out at
about H.
"Well, Ivy, will get Mrs. Testers
| permission to 60 out for half an hour
and 1 will meet him first. You must
join us a little later on, and If it is al
right you can stay with him for short
time. Will that do Ivy?'
Apparently without q thought o.
what / was doing for her, and OF thu
pain it cost me, my sister assen1ed
and, while she slept the sleep of light
hearted-happiness, | passed a misera
bic night, bidding adieu to the happy
past, and schooling myself to lool
calmly on the desolate future.
Next morning went out to meet
Arthur. There in the park found
him waiting, not for me, but for MY
sister
AS approached he came to meet
me, and led me tc a lonely path which
nslrse-1naids and children seemed tx
avoid. Without any preamble o
words | asked my questions, and dis
covered that he loved my sister a!
she loved him.
II am cruel, Nellie, but you left MT
too much to her. And who could re
slst such attractions as she possesses?'
"'You are not so cruel" l answered
@<as you would have seen had yor
married me loving another. 1t may
be sad to be a lonely old maid, but i
must be agony unspeakable to be ;
lonely wife. Had you wronged me By
making me the latter, that would in
deed be cruel past forgiven ess. Yor
and Ivy make up my whole world; AM
to make your happiness must
ever be mine. Do not reproach your
self with what you have done
be thankful, as am, that the truth
YVES discovered ere the mischief be came
irremediable"
And this would be called the STORY
of my life; but "the heart knoweth its
owa bitterness" A veil is mercifully
drawn over it's thoughts and feelings
so that
Nct even the tenderest heart and next
cur own
Knows hall the reasons why we smile
and sigh.
There are sorrows which can never
be expressed; bitter tears-aye tears
OF blood-shed when mortal eyes cau
never see, but each Of which shall be q
bright and glorious jewel in the crown
of thevictorious sufferer when toll and
trouble ended and past and present
lost in a bright and endless future, We
bring our lives to an end, "as it were q
tale that is told"