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

Ozark men are alwaysj Jealous men.
Beware if one crosses your path.
So said the gypsy fortune teller to
Maggie Cameron, when she sought
the hollow where the tents were
pitched, with half a dozen other
frightened girls and laughing boys
one summer morning, and Maggie
was slperstitious for a girl Of the
Nineteenth century, yet she accepted
Owen Mayne on her way home. The
darkest of the dark, eyes like jet,
hair no ravens wing could outvie,
the skin of a Spaniard, strong fea-
lures, and a temper that leaped up
at touch, and did not cool again in
haste.
He was older than most of the
party, and had more experience. He
had been in the far west; he had
fought he Indians once or twice; he
had met with desperadoes who would
have robbed him had he not left
them dead on the spot. A tall,
slight man, graceful and agile; as
good dancer as he was a fighter
he had taken Maggie's heart by
storm.
He knew how to make love, too; he
was not one of your timid lovers.
"Your gypsy told you to beware
Of dark men, did she not?" he asked
Maggieas they walked home together.
"Yes," she said, "because they are
jealous; but for my own part, I
should not like husband who was
not jealous of me; I should think he
did not care enough ~
you are right" said Owen
''Without jealousy there is no love
Marry me, Maggie, and think I
shall make you happier than any
chilly hearted fellow who only
wanted you to cook his dinner for
him could. Marry me, Maggie, and
have no fear of a jealous man as
long as you are true to him, for he
will not suspect you without cause
And Maggie put her hand into his,
and, though no doubt all the others
saw him do it it, Owen kissed her.
And so they were married not long
after, and for a year were as happy
as mortals could be:
At the end OF the year there was a
little baby in the little home, and the
young couple were as proud of it as
young couples usually are.
Owen was an engineer, and off and
away much of the time. But when
his train passed the little cottage
where his wife dwelt, he always gave
her a signal in the shape Ola whistle
she had learned to know.
II wonder what that whistle
means!' people on the cars.often ask
ed each other, never guessing that it
was the young engineer S signal to his
wife and baby.
The child grew and throve, a pref
ty creature, with it's fathers dark
eyes and it's mothers golden hair;
and except for the fact that, like any
other engineer, Owen took his life in
his hands each morning when event
forth to win his bread, there was
nothing to trouble Maggie.
The dark man has never been
jealous of me once" she used to
say to herself. "But, to be sure, I new
er look at any one else, and he has
no cause"
The home where the three dWelt
was in q quiet little village on the
borders OF a small but beautiful lake.
On those afternoons which, brought
Owen home Maggie used to 60 to
meet him by what they called the
Lake road.
At first she carried the child, then
{ she pushed HMM the little wagon;
but at last he was able to walk be-
side her.
He was a sturdy little fellow, with
on fear of an thing, and Maggie had
much ado to keep him ia good order,
but she was very proud OF him.
1T was a bright autumn afternoon,
and Maggie was on her way to meet
Owen, when her attention was at
tracted by an unwonted sight. Be
| side the lake an easel was set up, and
an artist was seated before it making
a sketch of the surrounding scenery.
The place was SO out of the way of
tourists or summer boarders that
! this thing had never been seen before,
and Maggie, who was very fond Of
| pictures though she had seen but
few-paused, and watched the paint
| er from affair."
He was an elderly man, and wore a
velvet coat and a large slouched hat.
| When he saw Maggie standing at "a
| little distance he turned and smiled
kindly upon her.
Come" he said, with strong
| French accent; 'scome and see, if you
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