New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-10-16

don It see how you ever do it, I'm
sure all with that little brush and
some paint.
ssAnd some BRAINS said the
Frenchman,
ooh, OF course you must think it all
out" said Maggie the sky and the.
clouds and the water. What lovely
little Wayes!''
Maggie stood watching him as he
worked, and for the first time in her
life she forgot her child.
The little creature wandered away,
going nearer to the water than his
mother ever permitted him to go,
and shortly waded in further and
further down the gradual slope Of
smooth sand, until asudden dip took
him off his feet, and at his scream
his mother turned to see him strug-
Cling sinking browning before her
eyes.
The next instant the Frenchman
had thrown off his coat, kicked off
his shoes, and was in the water. He
seemed to be good swimmer, soon
grasped the child's garments and
reached the shore with him.
Maggie clasped her boy to her
heart, and finding thelittle fellow I'M
harmed, and now laughing, flung
herself upon her knees before her pre-
server.
Glow shall I thank your" shesaid.
"You have saved by boys life"
"Oh, it was nothing. it was moth
ing the Frenchman repeated,
resuming his coat and shoes.
"a plunge hurts nobody this weather.
Igo home to dry myself, thatis all.''
Maggie, however, could not look
upon the matter calmly. She had
expected to see her child drown before
her eyes. She was trembling from
head to foot; and, after striving in
vain to restrain herself, see burst into
a food of tears, which ended in fit
of hysterical laughing and sobbing.
ooh, these women, said the French
man to hineelf, but he was too gal
liant to express his feelings.
Placing Maggie upon his sketching
stool, he knelt beside her, applied a
little smelling bottle to her nostrils
and shortly restored her to calmness.
"Now, little mother, do not cry
any more.' he said. You should
laugh because the little one is safe.
Ah-good heavens! how foolish .
And then, in a pretty paternal man
ner, he kissed her. And Maggie, cry
ing out:
"You good, good man! I shall
pray for you every night Of my life, y
kissed him again.
It was all for the preserver of her
boy, of Ovens boy, and because she
was really out of her mind at the
moment. But at this instant Owen
himself, coming rapidly along the
shore road, caught sight of his wife.
The child, perched on arock hard by,
was playing unconcernedly with his
wet shoe, but Owen did not see him.
What he saw was a stranger kissing
his wife. his wife kissing the stranger
again; and all that was tender and
loving few from lis soul.
''The dark man, OF whom the gvp-
sy had warned Maggie, was her hus-
band now. He came rushing down
toward them, and the Frenchman,
seeing what he fancied-not without
reason-to be a mailman approach
ing, turned and fed. His fighting
days, if he ever had any, were over.
He was willing to risk his life to save
beautiful little child, but this was
another matter. AS for Owen, he
reached Maggie s side at three bounds,
and Selling her arm held it in a grip
ofiron.
Il saw you kiss him!'' he Kissed in
her ear. "You play me false, do you
your"
'sOwen, you are crazy" said Mag
gle.
"speak; did you kiss him? I can't
believe it yet, said Owen. "Why,
Maggie, it cannot be. Say you did
not; that the sun was in my eyes:
that | did not see rightly. You did
not kiss him?''
Il did,, said Maggie; yes, [ kiss
ed him, He''
Owen pushed her from him, SO tha5
she staggered and fell. And when
she looked up he was gone-he had
followed the Frenchman, or intended
todoso. But the light foot ted foreign
er had been careful to step aside as
soon as he was out of SIGHT, and re-
turn to his hotel by a devious route.
"No doubt that was madame's
husband he said. "When madame
shall have explained, all will be right.
just now / will be on the safe side.''
Meanwhile poor Maggie had gath
cred herself up, taken her boy by the
hand, and gone homeward. A deadly
fear of her husband possessed her
she remembered the gypsy IS proph-
ecy.
He will kill me-" she said to her
SELF He will kill me before ever
can tell him my story"
Then Maggie, terror stricken, took
her boy and fed from the house. The
dread of being murdered by the zeal
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