New Ulm weekly review., 1886-09-15

him, but James declares that Living
stone really loved that child, and that
he loves her now"
eff that is true, said May Warbur-
ton, drying her eyes, ''he may yet be
saved"
"What do you mean, dear?"
II mean that am the child, Pau
line
"But the child died, replied Pauline,
with All astonished look.
"No. My cousin, Mary Cameron
died, and he must have seen the notice
of her death or heard of it. and sup
posed it to be mine. just before her
illness my good Uncle Warburton came
to my country home, and finding me
a poor and friendless orphan, adopted
me as his own child, and gave me his
name"
"And was it in that little country
town that you knew Gervase Living
stone as boy?" inquired Pauline.
eyes. He had been sent to the
house Of some old family servant for
his health, and remained there for two
years, while his parents were in Eu-
rope. Oh! Pauline, he was the no.
blest, kindest, most generous-hearted
boy II you will only help me now to
save him?"
a." exclaimed Pauline.
"You," replied May, caressing and
kissing her. "Oh, don't refuse
me, dear. Papa is SO stern and
unforgiving about such things. He
would think Gervase-I mean Mr.. Liv-
ingstone not worth saving, because OF
this one fault. It is in vain to hope
for help from him. But, if you will
only assist me, dear good, Pauline, I
have such plan!'
Indeed" said Pauline, laughing.
$50 am to be bribed by q kiss. Well,
let me hear your plan for the benefit
Of Gervase-I mean Mr.. Livingstone
and we will see what can be done.''
II shall need your brothers aid too,
but that you must secure. And oh!
both OF you must promise to keep my
secret from every one, said May.
Then leaning her cheek against
Pauline's she whispered in the silence
OF the midnight her innocent plot for
the redemption OF human soul.
Pauline Danforth's stay in Boston
was but short one, and on her re-
turn to New York, it was noticed by
her escort that she carried in her own
hand and for the whole distance, a
small ebony box mounted in silver, and
fastened with a silver lock and key.
"a jewel box" as he supposed.
On the evening of their arrival
at the home in Fifth Avenue, after
the family greetings were over, Pauline
sought a private interview with her
brother James, and after long ex-
PLANTATION, left the box in his care.
"May is trump, Pauline, and you
are another!" was the young mans
somewhat undignifed exclamation as
he brushed his handkerchief across his
eyes. And Livingstone is we'll worth
saving, and this little box shall be in
his possession tomorrow. evening
before he sleeps"
Secretly, James, remember" said
Pauline. "He must not know from
whom the gift comes, till he has shown
himself worthy OF it,"
"Trust me for that" replied her
brother. "If there were more women
on earth like you and May, women
ready to use their influence over men
in this fashion, we should be a great
deal better than we are, my DEAR"
So James carried off his prize to his
own room.
The next evening, a party OF gay
friends met, as they were often in the
habit OF meeting at the artist 8 rooms.
Wine flowed freely, and the pictures on
the wall could scarcely be seen, for the
cloud OF smoke that rose from their
cigars.
When the revel was at It's height
James Danforth rose from his chair
and held out his hand to his host:
"Good-by, Livingstone"
"What! are you going! So soon"
said the artist, surprised.
eyes, going for good and all, my
boy
''What do you mean?'
II mean," said Danforth seriously,
*that there is a time for all things,
and the time for reflection has now
come to me. We are all on the down
ward track, boys-you knowit as we'll
as l. An angel has warned me, and l
am going to stop now while I can.
Follow my example if you have
any regard for yourselves, or for
the mothers, sisters, and wives
at home that love you. Good by,
boys, Good-by, Gervase. shall join
you here no more
He lett the room. They all sat gaz-
ing at each other in silence. His
words had struck home into every
heart, as he had intended them to do.
One after another of the now quiet
party stole away with some excuse.
In half an hour after James Danforth
had closed the door behind him, the
artist sat alone by his freside, lean
ing his head upon his hand, and gaz-
ing sadly into the burning Goals.
"The wives-the mothers-the sis
ters at home-who loveyou," he NUT
tered to himself. 1'They did well to
obey the call. / would have
obeyed it in my turn, but who lives
now to care for me? My mother and
May are both in their graves; sister, I
have none-wife l shall never have.
All, what does it matter? A short life