New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1890-10-01
Are you awake, Maliala, she ask.

the chairs?" asked Samantha. up
in my room, mean. =
.Ofcourse,D said Mahala.
The girl arose next morning, feel
ing that she had done Life was.
spoiled for her when young Daniel
Dane was lost, and she neither hop
Ell to lovenor be light hearted again.
An bition slept, youth was no more:
1T is what happens to us that
brings age to the soul, not time
| she said to herself.
Aunt Samantha was Younger than
she, hope aWoke in her soul at the
thought Of Il corner bedroom fur
nished with blue chintz. She could
do her duty by the old ship builder.
life would be no worse. Aunt Saman-
tina would De happy, she would no
longer keep poor Miss Peck from that
goal for her ambition, the little
school, and as she had promised to
marry Mr.. Jefferson in month, she
would resign her. place, buy white
gown and make it.
Later, came a letter from Samuel
Jefferson to Miss Samantha. It en-
closed a sum of money, .sTo get fix
ings for you and Mahala,'' said the
note, ''seein' you might be short"
/ 'Oh, If we were but in Boston,
cried Miss Samantha, but they were
not, and after all she took great
pride in buying dry goods at Mr..
Sherburne's store-she had not had
the money to spend for SO long a
time. Aunt Samantha grew young
again, crimped her hair, began to
knit Tides instead of stockings, and
spoke Of her future more than once
as latter we are married." immedi-
ately covering her mouth with her
hand crying: "Why, what did I
say" And SO the time passed on,
and the: weeks drifted away, the
white dress was made-dotted mus
lin, long-sleeved and high-necked. A
pretty silk dress, too, and one for
! Samantha ofpalest cigar shade, and
oh, the bonnets! Miss Wood, the
milliner, had surpassed herself. Sam
uel Jefferson came in every evening.
Sometimes he bought peppermint
candy as an offering-Miss Saman-
tina ate it-sometimes paper bags
OF peanuts. He could tell many Gu
rious old stories, tales of old times,
traditions handed down to him by
his ancestors, who came to the place
with Thomas Macy, it's first settler,
in 1869, when the Indians we're
many and Nantucket was not a
Sandy desert, but a place we'll wood
ed with oaks and pines. Stories of
later date when wrecks were many
!! on Nantucket shoals. when the first
sperm whale was caught and the
first whalers went forth.
sTisn't SO lonesome since Samuel
Jefferson began to come regularly"
Miss Samantha said. Mahala al
ways agreed to everything. The
fourth week of her engagement was
going fast, there were but two days
left. The evening was rainy, sheets
of water swept against the cottage
windows, but that night old .Jeffer-
son came all the same.
'I'm neither sugar nor SALT" he
said, as Samantha remarked upon
his courage, and he took off his wet
coat and carried it into the shed to
drip.
When he returned he sat down be-
fore the stove, between the two wom-
en-; summer though it was, the
warmth was grateful. The tea-llet-
tie sung it's little song. Mahala was
pale. Whenever the rain beat in
that fashion she fell to thinking Of
Daniel Dane. They were very quiet
for a little while, much quieter than
usual; old Jefferson spoke first.
You'll be surprised, Mahala,'' he
said. You'll be surprised. I'm go
ing to act as funny as ever man did
act, but I've got good reasons. real
solid ones, Mahala. I -" he stopped
and grew very red. 81 don't know
how to say it after all, said he,
''only just Mahala, / want
we should break with each other
Mahala turned a startled face to-
ward him, a little pang shot through
her heart, she had begun to like him
SO well. AS for Miss Samantha, she
uttered a sharp shrek.
81 mean it," said he. II don't
Wcoh w iHclllJ you, buU we III Do
friends to the last of our lives.
i Shake hands, Mahala."
Don't Mallala," cried Miss Sa-.
mantha. It's aninsnlt. The clothes
are all made, the =
'SOh, hush. Aunty,'' said Mahala.
She held out her hand to old Jeffer-
son" Friends she said, friends al
ways" He took her hand and kept
it.
Nantucket oilers wus place for
surprises" said he. Il had one Jest
before Icame here. Went into the
store to get somethin' another to
chew on to make it more agreeable,
and did buy some figs, left in my
pocket, and when / was payin' fur
'em Rogers, that keeps the store, he.
says, .Heerd, the neWs!" No I
hain't, t." says I.
For conscience sake, said he,
why old Capt. Pogram has come
back Capt. Pogram ofthe Sally Jane
lof Siasconset. He's been on desert