New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-03-14

brisk walk to the village, and found a
stalwart, sun Drowned man sitting op-
posite to Miss Abby. by the red glow
of the fire.
The old lady rose up in an odd, I'M
certain way.
Ladies" she said, fumbling in her
snuff box, this is my dephew, Cyrus
Dubrey, he as ran away from home
twenty nine years ago come Michalmas
Day, and we all supposed was dead.
Cyrus, these are the ladies' who are 50
good as to visit me here. don't quite
recollect their names; but then it don't
matter much, and after all my memory
amt as good as it used TO be. Nothing
matters much noW-a-days!"
And Miss Abby sat down and fell in
to a @daze" again, as if all necessity for
conversational effort were over
Cyrus Dubrey stood up-a bronzed,
bearded giant, with dark eyes and SUI
perb stature.
Ladies, I beg your pardon" he said.
"But Supposed when I came here I was
coming home! knew nothing of all
these changes. I never could have
dreamed my cousins would let this crea-
ture go to the poor house. Idon't know
who you are, ladies, with a husky rat
tie in his throat, "but I thank you from
the bottom of my heart for giving her a
shelter in her old age. And if money
will pay you for it"
ut Will not" said Mary, sharply, as
if the words conveyed slur.
"No, [ suppose not, said Cyrus with
a sigh. "But I've plenty of money now.
The dear old aunty shall live like a
queen the rest of her days, for she was
good to me when all the rest set me
down as black sheep. I've made my
fortune out in Panama, and have come
home to redeem myself"
II have heard of Cyrus Dubrey," said
Mrs. Miller, gently.
"And I'll venture, mann, you heard
no good of me-" said the young giant,
with short laugh "I'll not deny that
[ was a wild boy enough, but there
wasn't any actual evil in me, let folks
say what they would. And now I've
come back rich man, and there's
nobody to bid me welcome home,
except old aunt Abby out of the poor
house"
He could not long have made this
statement however.
All the town was up to bid the rich
government contractor welcome to
Tewkstown within twenty four hours.
But Cyrus cared little for the friendly
overtnres of the old neighbors.
Aunt Abby was the only person for
whom he seemed to care, and his great
est grief was that the old woman re-
fused to leave the old Dabney farm
house to live in the stately brick man
sion which he built on Prospect Hill.
And then he asked permission to deck
her little bedroom with the curiosities
he had brought from the Isthmus, and
In lacking up draperies and arran ging
shells and silver coine he and Mary I'M
consciously became quite good friends.
Friends. She never knew that it was
any thing else, until one day old Aunt
Abby took a strange idea into her head.
And Mary, holding rich Oriental cord
for Cyrus to loop into knots for picture
frames, heard her introduce Mrs. Mil
Ter to neighbor as "my guest, Mrs.
Miller, the mother Of the young lady
that nephew Cyrus is to marry"
Cyrus looked at Mary. Mary drop
ped the ball Of cord and turned crimson.
MARY" he said piteously, say that it
shall be SO. For I love you! And
and you were good to old Aunt Abby
when all the world turned against her.
I sometimes think, Mary, that you must
be like one Of heavens angles"
And this was how they became en-
gagged.
They still live at the old farm house,
the happiest of married lovers, and
Aunt Abby firmly believes that they are
all her guests; for to her the woare
stands eternally still-the world that is
so full Of bloom and beauty to Cyrus
and Mary