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

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my duty. He bore up bravely, but
the frugal meal choked him and it
seemed that everyt thing; worth striir-
ing for had suddenly slipped from his
grasp, despite his brave resolution
TO act the part of a dutiful son.
It's the work of Mile edburnI'll
warrant, z said Mrs. Holmes to her,
husband, after Harry had gone back
to the moving Harry thinks her.
opinions are next to law and gospel,
you know
Little broWn-haired Mile was en-
throned queen of his heart long
since, and it was true that he had al
tered his exultant plans Of Yesterday
all because the words had rung in his
unwilling ears all the morning.
1t will please them, . he said. nod
ding to the thrushes in the hedge
with a forced smile, all three of
them Butonly the vision of one of
the three beamed over his dark day
with happy efulgence, and his heart
beata sweet Interpretation thereof.
Dung Holmes has given up his
fine notions bout college, and has.
gone to work in earnest on the old
place; and they do say that the old
folks never seemed so cheerful as
now It must have been mighty
sacrifice for the youngster, for his
whole soul was given to books, and
it's a drefful pity he couldn't have
gone on with his eddycation. You
see, such checks as that on a young
fellow makes him reckless"
Old Philip West turned away from
the door of the Redburn cottage.
after having delivered this piece of
of news and shanbled off towards
the adjoining field to see if the wheat
was ready for the sickle.
Millicent leaned over the window
ledge and looked very grave. This
was a new phase of the subject.
Apt to make him reckless" she re-
peated to herself Perhaps I have
been too importunate. I am sorry.o
Across there in the soft, sleepy air
Of the valley lay the pleasant Holmes
farm the quaint old house just peeping
through the foliage Of the stately
poplars. This side, the pale green of
the oat field lay glinting in the sun.
And nearer still, the long windows of
scented clover appealed to Millicent
in behalf of the one who had "gone to
work in earnest and over there,
busy with the clumsy, old fashioned
tedder, was Harry himself, but no
merry, rollicking tunes came to the
eager listening ear from the silent
haymaker. He was also trying to
solve the problem Of duty. Last
evenings work had left his mind
weary and heart sore. After tea he
had gone to his room and unpacked
his books, which a week before he
had gleefully arranged for another
year at Andover, and had put them
out of sight forever as he said
bitterly.
But then there we're father and
motherand he fancied there were
fewer lines of care on her brow all
ready, her face seemed so sunny
and then there was Millicent. In
stinctively he, looked toward the Red
burn cottage as he thought of her.
Think of angels he said, smile
lighting up his gloomy face.
He kissed his hand to her across
the intervening space, and she ac-
knowledged it by a demure little in
clination Of the head. She will love
me if am faithful here he con-
tinued, shaking up the fragrant
clover, "and if / must choose between
Andover and Mil]icent Redburn, why
I'll take Mile"
6 He will not grow reckless. Some
how feel assured that it will all be
for the BEST
Week after week went by the
Holmes farm, bringing nothing but
the prosaic six days Of earnest toll
and one of the rest and a pew in the
quaint old chapel of Aberthene, al
ternately, for Harry. Sometimes
Millieent walked with him down the
green lanes to the evening services,
but she usually found him SO sub
dued and full of deep study that her
heart filled with fear and grave ques-
tioning.
One Of these evening walks she
would alWay remember in particular.
The harvest moon had Just risen,
nell lowing up the landscape of emer-
aid aftermath and brown stubble on
either side of the way, as they came
to the old stile, which had been more
Il. -, Z
than a mere stepping stone over the
wall the past summer.
Harry had not crossed it since that
memorable morning in June without
a sensation of pain. When they came
to the stile this evening, he paused
and looked helplessly at Millicent.
ssThis is the boundary" he said,
finally.
Yes" she replied, puzzled not a
little to catch his meaning; ssthe
boundary between our homes
s More than that" he exclaimed
desperately, an unpleasant stoical
ring in his voice; "a boundary to
more than lands.o
She looked at the sad, expressive