New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-02-01

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the last guest had gone, and she
stood moment before the fire: 81
only hope you are satisfed-par ticu-
larly with the attention Ernest paid
to that young woman-very unneces-
sary attention, indeed"
Mr.. Maberry rubbed his hands to-
getber briskly.
"Satisfed? Yes, thankful to God !
had it in my power to make them for
get their poverty, if for only one little
hour. Did you see little Jimmie
Hurd's eyes glisten when Ernest gave
him the second triangle OF pie? Bless
the youngsters hearts They won't
have anything to eat for g. week"
81 was speaking OF the young Wom-
Mrs. Mayberry was icily severe, but
her husband cut it short. ..
$50 you were-pretty little thing as
ever saw. A ladylike, graceful little
girl, with beautiful eyes enough to ex.
cuse the boy for admiring her."
'"The boy. You seem to have for
gotten your son is 23-old enough to
fall IN love and marry even a. poor,
unknown girl you were quixotic
enough to invite to your table,
''Ewenty-three! So he is. And if
he wants to marry beggar, and she
is good virtuous girl-why not?"
A little gasp Of horror and dismay
was the only answer OF which Mrs.
Mayberry was capable.
x x
"Grandpa"
"Wlnnie's voice was so low that Mr..
Wilmington only just heard it, and
when he looked he saw the girls Grim
son cheeks and her lovely dropping
face.
eyes, Winnie. You want to tell me
something's
She went up behind him and leaned
her hot cheek caressingly against his,
her sweet, low voice whispering her
answer:
"Grandpa, I want to tell you some
thing: I-Mr. May-we-Ernest has
asked-he wants me to-oh, grandpa,
can't you tell what it is?"
He felt her cheek grow hotter
against his.
He reached up his hand and caress-
ed the other one.
ayes, | can tell, dear. Ernest has
shown his good sense by wanting you
for his wife. So this is what come Of
that dinner, Ell, Winnie?"
"And may l tell him you are willing,
perfectly willing, grandpa? Beca use I
do love him, you know
"And you are sure it isn't his mon
ey you are AFTER eh?"
She did not take umbrage at the
sharp question.
Il am at least sure it is not
my money he is after, grandpa" she
returned, laughing and patting his
cheek.
Eyes, you are at least sure of that;
there, hear the young man coming
himself. Shall 60 Winnie?"
1t was the "young man himself"
Ernest Mayberry, with a. shadow OF
deep trouble and distress on his face
as he came straight up to Winnie and
took her hand, then turned to the old
gentleman.
"Until an hour ago I thought this
would be the proudest, happiest hour
OF my life. sir, for I should have asked
you to give me Winnie for my wife.
Instead, must be content to only tell
you how dearly love her, and how
patiently and hard I will work for her
to give her the home which she de-
serves-because, Mr.. Wilmington, this
morning the house of May berry &
Thruston failed and both families are
beggars."
His handsome face was pale, but his
eyes were bright with determination
and braveness nothing could daunt.
Winnie smiled back upon him, her
own cheeks paling-
"Never mind; Ernest, on my &C
count. | can wait, too"
Old Mr.. .Wilmington's eyes were al
most shut behind-the heavy frowning
forehead, aud q quizzical look was on
his shrewd old face as he listened.
'Gone Up, eh? Well, that's too had.
You stay here and tell Winnie l am
just as willing she shall be your wife
when you want her, as if nothing had
happened, because I believe you can
earn bread and butter for both of
you, and my Winnie is g. contented
little girl. I'll hobble up to the office
and see your father; he and I were
boys together; a. word OF sympathy
won't come amiss from me-"
And off he strobe, leaving the lovers
alone, getting over the distance in
remarkable time, and presenting his
wrinkled, weather-beaten old face in
Mayberr & Thurston's private office,
where Mr.. Mayberry sat alone with
rigid face and keen, troubled eyes, that
nevertheless lighted at the sight OF his
old friend.
'pm glad to see you, Wilmington.
Sit down. The sight of man who has
not come to reproach me is COM
fort"
But Mr.. Wilmington did not sit
down.
He crossed the room to the table at
which Mr.. May berry sat among a.
hopeless array Of papers.
.''There's no use wasting words, May
berry, at a time like this. Did you
know your son has asked my Winnie
to marry him?"
Mr.. May berry's face lighted a Sec
ond, then the gloom returned.