New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-01-20
& PROLONGED VISIT.
sOh, pshawl" said Paul Romer.

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haired young sister, with the Madonna
eyes, really now, Paul! For the
meade ws never looked so lovely, and
Crystal Falls never rushed over the
rocks in such sheet of foam before,
and Kate Bonney never has been in
the country
.sLet her comev' said grandma, beam
insiy. Poor creature! / can't fancy
what folks feel like who have never
been in the country!'
stAnd only think OF her being obliged
TO spend her vocation in that hor-
rid. stufy, Observation-Disclosures
boarding house, z added Helen.
"Please, Paul, mayn't write for her
to come? Mayn't I have old sorrel
and the wagon to meet her at the sta
tion?o
.'Of course you may" said thegood-
humored young farmer, putting up
both his hands with gesture OF de-
spair. Don't know that you two
women are bound to have your own
way in any event? But mind you
no city airs and graces for me. If 1
find can't stand your elegant young
'saleslady,7 / shall take my rod and
gun, and go up into the mountains
until the coast is clear
.No one can help liking Kate Bon
ney,'' said Helen, with decision.
4 never saw a girl yet, except you
and Polly" said Paul Romer, THAT I
didn' t consider frst-class bore"
But Polly sympathized warmly with
the unknown presence; and grandma
herself went up stairs to make sure
that the west bed room was we'll aired,
and that the linen sheets were clean
and perfumed with dried sweet clover,
while Helen sat down and wrote a
warm and enthusiastic letter to Kate
Bonney, who stood at the same
counter with her at Sell &Makechange's
dry goods store in New York
Kate Bonney hesitated a little be-
fore she dared to accord to herself so
great happiness as this. She had
always lived a lonely lie sinceher par
ents had died on the passage over
| from England, and left her solitary
orphan. What right had she to intrude
into the warm social glow OF other peo-
| ple's homes? And yet-and yet it was
such atemptation
Such q temptations! Kate 3onney
could not resist it. She wrote:
II will comet
| 1t was mid-haylng time. and all the
! meadows and hillsides smelt sweetwhen
the train stopped at the quiet little Con-
nectieut station among the balsamic
woods. There was Helen,in acozy little
wagon. holdingthe reins OF q sleepy old
so.rel horse; there were wild roses all
in bloom; there were acres and acres
OF daisies stretching ~out towards the
! sunset.
Involuntarily Kategaye cry of de-
| light.
ooh, Helen, she cried, chow could
you ever leave this lovely place to
| come to the city?''
| Helen gave q grlmaoe.
"All very well for a few weeks in
midsummer" said she, but it is so
dismally, terribly, forlornly dreary all
the year round! But Jump in. We're
waiting tea for you,at homep'
And such a tea! Raspberries, with
real cream; crisp, green lettuce-heads,
Just out OF the garden; trout which
half all hour ago were leaping in the
Iibrook; and broiled chicken, which
Kate Bonney scarcely dared to eat,
SO entirely had she associated it with
high prices in the restaurant bills of
fare, while grandma looked smilingly
on, and q delicious atmosphere of
|:home seemed to pervade everything.
And Paul, too-how handsome
he was, with that broad, sunburned
;brow, and the roguisk sparkle in
the clear blue eyes, that were so much
like Helen's.
And at night the air was so cool
and refreshing, they all sat out upon
the porch, and a night-bird came and
sang TO them from the bigoak tree on
the edge of thewoods; and when Kate
Bonney went to bed, she dreamed the
sweetest, brigh test dreams thac ever
haunted a maiden's pillow.
How quickly those two weeks fed
SWAY! TO Kateit was as If the hours
were actually winged. Woodland re-
GcsoSo. Alp1OH1tN piChlCS, WAlkS Dc
side singing rivulets, and on the solemn
odge of mountain cliffs; learning to
milk COWS, t. feed chickens; to put to-
ssether the pulling blocks of grand
mas Irish chain, bed-quilt; to make
corn Jonny-cakes, and gather the
great juicy berries, which were begin
ming to ripen along the blackberry
vines; to dress her hat with pop
pies and ferns, to distinguish the whis-
tie OF the cat-bird from the "chirrup,
chirrnp, chee-ee" of the robin. 1t was
as If some new page of the volume OF
existence were opened to the New York
shop-gira.
While Helen and Polly were overjoy.
ed to see how much interest Paul took
in promoting all these useful studies
Paul, the ostentatiously -professed old
.bacheaor-Paul, the scorner of city
damsels.
And grandma was so innocently
pleased at seeing "the children happy
that it did one good even to look at
her.
Only three more days, sad Kate