New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-01-20
HOW IT CAME THERE,

CHOW you will come into my own lit
tie workshop, and then you will have
got over allthesight.seeing," said Cap
tain Featherstonhaugh, bending ten
derly towards the lady at his side.
"Preliminaries are very fatiguing, I
know, to- our sort" he went one hum
orously- "Introductions to sisters,
aunts and cousins, and all the sugar
and salt that accompanies an en-
gagement; beginning with kiss from
Aunt Miriam, aud ending with pres
! ent from the house-keeper. Still, we
are getting on very well, you must
allow You have been here just
let me see." And Captain Feath-
e-stonhaugh took out his watch
and looked at the time ttJust two
hours In that compass you have
been stared up and down by the Mater,
Pater, and future sisters-in-law, and
come through all like statue. Even
Aunt Miriam's kiss didn't melt YOU"
''I'm very odd, / know" laughed
Miss Boscowitch, tossing side the
white Russian furs which uvelvoped
her. Il want anew sensation. Tread
people off like story books, and it is
always the same story. The only diff
ference is the binding.'
81 very we'll like the binding Of this
book said Captain Featherston-
haugh, still more tenderly.
sPretty speeches, said Miss Bos-
cowitch, looking rather absently out
OF the window, "never mean very
much"
GLOW cold you are" said Captain
Fatherstonhaugh. "One would think
that you had had some absorbing at
tachment before-only know that to
be impossible"
"Why impossible?" said Miss Bos.
cowitch, throwing herself into an
American rocking chair, and lazily set
ting it in motion.
"Becauseyou would have told me-"
said he, humbly, II should have liked
you all the better for it"
Miss Boscowitch made no reply,
but turned q large emerald ring, which
graced the third finger of her left hand,
rather uncomfortably round and
round
The man who stood before her was
the most desirable of men, and up to
the moment of entering that work
shop-as hechose to call the long, low,
luxuriously furnished room, which
was appropriated to him at Steppe
Castle -she had believed that the
dreams of other days had glided out
Of memory's reach What vibration
from the wing Of destiny had touched
her now? What mystic chord had
the last few minutes spent in this
room set in motion?
They had met at the house of mu-
'lal friend that summer; the mutual
friend being in this instance, one of
those unselfsh individuals called
matchmakers, aiding and abett1ng
the promotion OF others happiness
with a hearty satisfaction. And it
was while Donald, the champion
dancer at the Blair Athole games,
was executing q series Of bewil-
dering steps, that Captain Feather
stonhaugh had assured Miss Bosco-
witch Of his devotion, and been assured
IN his turn of it's acceptance. And
now she had come to stay at the .ro-
mantle castle of Steppe, in Perthshire,
to be introduced to the family of the
man whom she was about to marry.
"Did you ever care for anybody be-
fore?' said Captain Featherston-
haugh, still humbly.
'Did you?" said Miss Boscowitch,
with sudden flash of gaiety.
you are evading The question:"
said Captain Featherstonhaugh.
''My dear Hugh said Miss Bosco-
witch, laying @ very pretty hand on
the young man shoulder, ''when was
atschool | hated Mangnall's questions.
| never could answer one of them.
Please don't be so tiresome as old
Mangnall. Show me your treasures?''
Captain Featherstonha Ugh was
head over ears in love with this sub
tie, sophistical, graceful girl, who was
indebted to her half Russian parent
age for her easy method of turning
his questions just the roads she de-
sired, and throwing such brilliant
light on the breathing palpitating
present, that the poor shrouded
ghosts Of the past must needs have no
presence there.
"What shall I show you frst?" he
said, drawing her hand within his
arm. five made collections of all
sorts of bric-a-brac."
"Show me your boomerangs, and
dirks, and assegais, !" she said, laugh
ing.
Little savage" returned he, that
soft light, which is loves popularity,
Illuminating each strongly marked fea,
ture. "Come! will show you some 4
thing romantic enough! Something
chat is more human than assegai.
Something have often puzzled over,
and in my own clumsy fashion, twist
ed many little story out of.
Captain Featherstonehaugh moved
away to a curious oak cabinet, which
completely filed a deep recess at the
end OF the room, and after fumbling
in his pocket for key, unlocked a
drawer, the contents of which he com
menced to turn over, whistling an old
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