New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-01-06
Ter, and very excited fear from the
lse, or abuse rather, of too much wine.


ner, and very ezcitea, fear from the
use, or abuse rather, Of too much wine.
~ she went on, again disregard ing
her daughters mufRed The cry Of
Cone whose idol is falling from its
throne and breaking a heart in it's fall,
EFF q young man viii SO behave
when he has first won the love OF a girl
he professes-professes to love and es-
TEEN, what must she not expect after
! wards when the first glamour Of mar
rage has cooled down to what should
| be true, respectful love and high hon
| or?''
She paused. but no words came
from the listener, who sat with the
GOODNESS OF q statue carved by despair.
Therefore, my dear, you see we
should be doing wrong, nor cuoId we
ever forgive ourselves, if we permitted
your engagement to continue. am
only too sorry for your sake, that T.
We-dld not know Of this sad news I'M
Til this afternoon Now we can only
act as quickly as we can, and there
fore I have sent Mr., Stone a letter to
say that the engagement-indeed it
can scarcely be considered one-nust
be broken off at once, and that we
shall be GLAD if he will hold no further
communication with you or any ofus.
| have no doubt his leavcis nearly up,
and he will go away-perhaps abroad
with his regiment, and you will not be
obliged to meet him, and will, / have
no doubt, soon forget this little mis-
take"
| She rose and kissed her daughter,
led her unresisting to the door, and
advised her to retire to bed early and
go to sleep, and forget all about it.
Elizabeth silently obeyed; she knew
it was useless to attempt to move her
mother by arguments or persuasions;
besides, she felt too confused, too be-
numbed, like one who has had a heavy
| blow and feels all deadened.
Mrs Howard went down and told
her husband and Emma that Lizzie
| had taken her advice beautifully, and
quite seen the wisdom of it.
"She has gone to bed, and Ihave no
doubt, "a eavorite ana expressive
expression-'s will soon be all right
again. It is quite a common episode
in a. girls life. Ah," with sigh. 81
went through one myself; but 1 have
quite got over it-quite."
| It was a favorite "Reminiscences Of
Mrs. Towards. Many years ago she
had been engaged for a few weeks to a,
young man, but soon broke it Off, as
| she did not consider him steady. and
as within a year she married Mr.. How
ard, it may be conceded that she did
3sget over it" very satisfactorily
Meanwhile, her daughter, whom she
expected to inherit her own well-con-
trolled feelings, lay awake, looking
with a numbness neither resignation
nor despair, out on the stars
There are some hearts that cry out
and make a moan over their crushed
| hopes; others keep silence and look
with unweeping eyes on the fragments;
some weep the bitterness out OF their
hearts; some carry it for ever with
them as their constant friend. Perhaps
with Elizabeth the bitterness was
greater in that in the burden laid on
her was the sting Of truth.
| III.
! Nothing" the doctors said, "much
| the matter, but a little weakness; the
heart weak; avoid worry, and take
| life quietly.
1 Perhaps the worry to be avoided
was the disturbing element which had
appeared in the shape OF a new admir-
era Reginald Branksome man some
eight years older than harself, of good
name. of good position, and, better
still, of good disposition.
"In every way suitable for Miss
Howard, /" said the neighbors. So, too,
Elizabeth was forced to acknowledge
| to herself
He truly loved her; of that there
was no doubt. He was an honest.
hearted man, kind and just, and trust
worthy to the utmost. There was no
obstacle to their marriage; indeed ev-
erything pointed to it as the proper
conclusion. She liked him, she thor
oughly respected him; she confessed
that any one who married him would
find the blessing OF a good husband,
and yet-oh, maynard heart! that
would not tread in the right path
but wander into the tangled byways
amid the briars and sharp thorns!-
| yet Elizabeth could not put from he1
sight the dark grey-eyes that were Sc
utterly unlike the honest brown eyes
could not close her ears to the soft
slight tenor, so utterly unlike the deeL
bass tones; could not forget the low.
ing words so easily spoken, SO utterly
unlike the few hesitating sentences il
which a love that she knew was ten
der and true was offered to her.
Her lover did not press for an an
swer, but waited hopefully, till seeing
by her pale cheek end weary look
that the indecision was becoming
equally and agony to her as to him
self, in a few gentle, yet determined
words. once more pleaded his cause
adding:
81 must go to town to-day, but OF
my RETURN"
! She caught at thereprieve, and muir
mered:
/ eyes; when you come back will tel