New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-08-15

with one that made her heart throb
faster, but not with fear.
s On one condition, Mile, he said
s Lean live without Andover, but I
can only exist with out you. was
selfish enough to crave the blessing
of both with my whole soul; but the
one has slipped through my poverty
stricken fingers, and the other will
the other eVade the love of my life at
last, and leave me but reed all
broken and a. plaything for des-
tiny?''
mo; the last mentioned blessing
will not eyade your affection, but.
prove reciprocal; but you should not
depend on me 50 much. We should
be valiant enough to discharge our
duties for duty's sake, Harry.
Oh, yes, he rejoined YEARLY,
that's a fine theory, but do you
not know that praeticing is much
more difficult than preaching? have
the assurance of your love, and that
is enough to nerve me on. y
The clergyman stretched forth his
hand that evening and reiterated his
text with great earnestness. HE
that is faithful in that which is least
is also faithful in much; and he that
is unjust in that which is least is I'M
just also in much. .
Millicent Redburn turned and
looked at her lover significantly and
he understood. Faithful in that
which is least; faithful to the best in
terests of a little home in Alberthene
faithful to rid it of a debt for in
stance . whispered his heart SO audi
bly, to him that for an instant he i'm
agined some one might guess at his
warfare of the summer.
& see it all now he said, as they.
walked homeWard in the moonlight.
Strange that ] was so selfish and
unjust. But the summer has been
such a prosaic psalm that I had al
together forgotten the sweeter an
them until now
Z
Farmer Holmes sat on the pol
ished door-stone of his humble cot
tage, enjoying the brisk, pure air of
the Martinmas summer, and by his
side old Philip West smoked his clay
pipe and listened to the plans Of his
neighbour, throwing in occasionally a
word OF his own. Mrs. Holmes occu-
pied her accustomed seat by the win
dow inside, and looked out over the
sunny lawn, where the dead leaves of
the poplars scurried and futtered
about in the breezy weather, and
smiled approvingly. The old care
worn look had left the benign moth
erly face, and the neighbors said
they believed, now that the cottage
was free from debt once more, she
would live to see a hale old
age In his own apart
ments, beneath the caves. com
fortably out of sight, but
within plain earshot of the voices be-
low sat Harry, answering a letter.
Up through the leafess woodbine
trellis and over the easement, came a
part OF the conversation, and Harry
heard his father say, sMr. West, I'll
tell you: Things were in bad shape
last fall when / had but little to
meet the payments. 1t took every
thing to pay the hired help and de
fray Harry's college expenses; and I
was worried this summer thinking
he might set his head to continue at
Andover, that / couldn't sleep O.
nights, [ knew that if there was an
other such drain on the finances as
last summer, / would loose my old
home" and his voice faltered into
silence.
During the pause in the conversa-
ton the hand holding the pen faltered
also, something, after the fashion of
the voice below.
Then the paternal voice began
again. "But I tell you, neighbor
West, mother and I have never spent
a happier summer in ouraliyes than
the one just ended. Why I thought
we never could be thankful enough
when our boy gave up his school to
help US. Twas a terrible sacrifice for
him, though, but he stood itbravely,
and now we are out of debt. [ think
III manage it somehow so that he
can return to Andover."
And lift had not beenfo Millicent, .
whispered the writer Of the letter, 81
know not what sorrow might have
followed" Faithful in the least. .
and this least was going to be the
greatest. q thank thee, Father, 2
and a glad content settled over the
handsome countenance, for all con
tanned in this trying summer. Poor
old father thinks it his duty to man
age to send me back in the spring,
but shall do the managing myself.
| haven't had the experience of this
pro bational summer for nothing
He wiped a suspicious moisture
from his glad eyes, and took a peep
into the closet. 1T wasn't forever,
dear old classics, nor is labor omnia
vincit SO Woefully wrong, either" and