New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-11-06

putting my front hair up in curl
papers "a perfectly useless piece of
labor, for I had the fullest bang
that grew in all the country round.
DR.. John came every day and moth
er improved visibly. When the time
came for her to be up and about
| once more, I was q little startled to
find what a wonderful demand her
illness had made on my rib
bons and ruching, for only a
| pile Of crumbled and soiled ones met
my eye. There was nothing very dis
appointing about the reflection in
| which INDUCED as [ sorted them
over and picked out the mostrespect-
able looking.
The summer passed quickly away,
| and although DR.. John had come to
pay his mother sonly a flying visit, =
somehow he stayed on, and autumn
came and found him still at Silver
Brooks and at our house very often.
| was a silly young thing, and my
mother scolded very frequently
about my Observation-Disclosures. [
would blush very hard all the while
she was speaking, and then rush up
stairs into my room and weep my
eyes red over a dainty blue satin
box that contained the relics of five
or six suspiciously familiar, Withered
nosegays.
| A day came, which convinced me
that l had not been shedding tears
at the shrine of the blue satin unre-
Quilted. | had run over to Mrs.
BrowhloW's with a basket of fresh
laid eggs and mother IS compliments,
and found the old lady busily mend
ing away at torn gray coat. Iput
the basket on the table, forgot what
came for, and remarked that it was
a warm day, I had on a light shawl
and fire cracked merrily on Mrs.
Brownlow's hearth. She looked at
me over her specs and I looked
! steadily out of the window while I
united my bonnet strings.
"Oh," she said, when she had
looked at me closely for half a
minute. "You have been running,
see by your red face, SO of course
you are warm"
did not tell her that it had taken
three-quarters of an hour to rum a
! quarter of a mile
After while she found she needed
a button that John had told her lay
in his room on top of his desk.
"Just run up and Get it for me,
there's a dear! It will be right on
top, for John never forgets.''
So up went, slowly, step by step,
feeling as though were walking on
my head. Ihated to go near his room,
and yet Ilonged to see it. What if
he should come home and find me in
it! The thought lent wings to my feet
and in q moment stood before the
desk. On it's smooth, polished top
lay the button, and | laid my fingers
on it. The desk was open and a num-
Der Of papers and thick books lay
scattered about on it, and as nv eyes
fell downward came as near faint
ing as have ever done in my life.
''Percy, Percy, Percy" scrubbed all
over a visiting card and John entire
ly scratched out! snatched the but
ton and flew down stairs. / did not
hear a word dear old Mrs. Brownlow
said after that. All I could think of
was the card that lay on DR.. Johns
desk and OF a large sheet Of paper
that lay at home in my bureau draw
er with 3tDr. John Brownlow," and
and sometimes a very feminine sub
stitute for doctor written all over
| 1T in my ownsirregular chirography.
There seemed to be pins and needles
in the chairin which | sat and [ never
knew how I got out of the house. I
only came to after I had carefully
torn up and burned, bit by bit, the
paper had treasured for SO long.
DR.. Johncame over the next d ay and
we went off together for a walk. He
gave me great deal of highly in
structive information about some
flowers had picked, calling them by
all sorts of incomprehensible Latin
names, and said yes, and no like an
ignorant school girl and was evident
ly expecting to find something in the
road. We were comming back, and
suddenly he stopped talking There
was a dreadful pause. Like a
ninny, I could think Of moth
ing to say, and at the
same moment exactly, I stopped to
the right of the road and pulled a
reed and he stopped to the lett side
OF the road and pulled a reed, and
then we both laughed little and
blushed a great deal and walked on.
Percy" The name sounded very
sweet and my heart beat madly,
after stopping for a moment.
"What is the use of all this? You
know mother told me she sent you
up Tor that button yesterday, and
saw the card that lay there?
He paused for an answer, but we
kept on walking. I could not have
! stopped for the world. "Yes.o
Percy, sweetheart, you were not
angry?''