New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-06-26

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course; she and her lord played euchre
IN the saloon, together, or he read
aloud to her, orrepeated lines from his
own sonnets-the man who wrote
poetry, and he who quoted it, were
totally different beings in her esteem,
and no doubt the poetry was diff
ferent, likewise
He's perfectly splendid" she con.
fessed to Lent.
But I'm afraid he's only flirting; he
does 1t SO very well, and so easily, re-
turned Lena. You know when they
are in real earnest, and positively in
love, they're not $3.50 voluble and
| ready
..Then I suppose the hobbledehoy
isn't yoIubIe.' =
Il don't suppose he's in love with
| me. He likes to walk and talk with
somebody; if / weren't here it would
| be somebody else,-you perhaps, :"
| wickedly.
Never, cried Ariadne.
Love, YOU know, is only friendship
grown tender read that somewhere
| in a book-and it takes more than
ten days for the process, I fancy.
only wanted to put you on your
guard. y
very kind of you. Consider your
self thanked. I fatter myself that
I've had experience enough to know
when mans in earnest, or making
| believe"
When they walked the following
morning, the air had grown cold and
sharp, although the sky was blue ard
sunny, Ariadne's lord met her, as
usual
stCome with me-" he said, "and /
will show you something you never
saw before and he drew her arm
within his own.
"a whale, suppose"
oh, very like a whale. Do you see
it, off yonder?" and there against the
deep colored sky lay a mountain OF
ice, the sunshine breaking along its
edges, and illuminating assures in its
expanse.
ooh, an iceberg" cried Ariadne, 81
am afraid
.*Araid-with me?" he asked re
proachfully.
They mean to give us the cold
shoulder" said the hobbledehoy join
iliS Gile group GildG 1tdu6u dI1A1OuSlY
over the tafrail.
.aThe captain has been up all night,
with ten men on the watch
'.Do you hear the echo?" asked
Lena as the fog-horn sounded. Like
| voices from fairyland But how ghost
~ they are; they wrap themselves in
mist and come sailing down upon US,
silently as DEATH"
Yes, !" returned the hobbledehoy, as
the mist becamegradually illuminated
and huge berg swan slowly into view,
as if it had taken shape and substance
from the fog itself. They are like
enchantment, the fog is their garment
OF invisibility. mean to get out my
things and photograph them"
'sSplendidid idea, cried Lena, ssthey re
not exactly pleasant travelling COM
panions; they keep no watch and
sound no fog-horn, but it would be
nice to have their photograph for
memento.'
The engine had been reversed, and
now the ship was Just creeping along,
amidst the phalanx CT bergs that kept
appearing and disappearing; and
Arladne had to be supported back to
her chair by her devoted lord, who
was only too ready to sit down and
console her and leave the icebergs to
! their own devices.
'sWe have lost several hours by this
| contretempts, she complained, as the
last peak Of ice was lost In the dis
lance.
1T seems to me" he answered, with
tender disapproval, "that we have
made SO many hours, instead of los
ing them. | have gained so much
more of your society,"
| "Well. you are ingenious; it never
occurred to me to look at the icebergs
as an unmixed blessing
"a blessing in Disguise Shortly
after, however, they experienced an
| other blessing, when the screw broke,
and the calm weather allowed no
Roadway to be made. There was the
usual fretting among the passengers,
and the constant watching for pass
| ing steamer; but otherwise, life on
board went on pretty much as before,
meals were served with regularity,
ring toss went forward with the same
| perslstency, cards were In requsition,
people firted and danced and sang.
| and read their novels, and tried to
appear as if nothing had happened, or
was likely to happen. And one morn
| ing they signalled an inward bound
steamer. which took them in tow, and
a few days later their convoy took
pilot on board and home was close at
hand.
I'VE have had so many experiences
together said Ariadne's lord, t.that
feel as if I had always known you
.'H we could only have had a ship
| wreck, y sighed Ariadne, g a perfectly
safe shipwreck, you know, but lots Of
| romance. =
To be sure, if we could have been
| cast away on a desert island-how
anxiously would have risked my
| neck to find edible birds nests for
you.
I'm almost sorry it didn't hap
pen. =
There was a dance in the saloon