New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1891-02-25
HER ONE ERROR.
THE FISHERMAN'S BRIDE.
p. CHAPTER XII.
PLAYING THE GAME.

Time as it passed over the lonely
dwelling on the cliff, brought no allie
Walton of the bitter draught which
those two had doomed themselves to
share. -. g.. -'v
Since the death OF his child, Saul
Meghorn decreased hourly in the flu
tile attempts to win the love or
awaken the interest of his wife,
He could not spare her from his
sight, to spare her from pain and dan
ger he would have faced death itself;
yet deliberately he visited on her the
cruelest torture, in taunts, in tyran-
ny, in curses often-worst of all, in
treatment of little Ida.
= ssYou did not want the trouble Of
my child,' he would say, tauntingly;
<'no! he was let die, that you might
fondle, and pet, and spoil that brat.
All! it shall be little the better. Did
you hear me, girl? Go fetch some logs
to the fre!"
AGO, Ida, dear child" the mothers
unvarying sad voice would say-for
she trained her daughter to the same
steady, unvarying obedience as she
herself displayed.
Far more welcome to him had been
the angry retort, or weeping excuse or
supplication-the fire Of his own pas
sion had then met with some other
fuel than his own heart, on which to
prey with devouring fury.
The hapless wife shrank more from
his carasses than his abuse; but only
the more would he urge them upon
her.
cit shall be the old time, Nelly, the
young days again." he boisterously
exclaimed. est you on my knee,
my sweet lass, my own Nelly! Lay
your head on my shoulder, so. All!
have seen you many a time when you
little thought was near. All! you'll
not! But you could once, and knelt
to me and kissed the hand-ah! there
are marks still-you bound it up.
What, you won't? Come, young one,
come with me and Humid, we'll have a
round among the cliffs. So, mistress,
you'll come to, then,, sooner than the
child should go! Ay, then you do love
mech! so well! as we'll as you did
him-better is it? ha! ha!-better the
living than the dead, ha! ha!'
$50 he terrified the miserable mother
to submission, and triumphed over
her shudder at his approach, which,
for her child's sake, she would have
concealed.
Fine silks, or rich cloths, too, he
brought, with ornaments, at times;
and affected to think, in his mad way,
that she really thanked him for the
gifts.
s"The fisherman, couldn't bring such
to his wife, eh. mistress? Ell, Nelly?
And she will kiss me twenty times for
these. Why, this is like the one was
pitched over the cliff long ago-dost
mind that, Nelly? Oh! oh! it was no
use-no use, was it, my girl?-was 1t?
She's mine at last, ha! ha! and she
does love her husband-of course she
.dOes!''
For her child's sake she bore even
with this. The fierce, strong will held
the weaker in subsection. She felt her.
self powerless for revenge, even had it
been possible. The past usurped all
there was little perception of the
:present-no thought for the future.
One sole consolation still remained.
The cottage had continued, as 1
have said, in her possession, untouch-
ed in all it's arrangements, unentered
by any foot, unVisited by any eyes
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To her satisfaction she had been left
more alone OF late, and, when he did
return, Saul was more preoccupied,
and less inclined to acknowledge the
fact of her existence. This was the
best boon the wife could desire.
In one of his tyrannical moments he
dismissed the maid, saying the girl was
now getting big enough to make her
self useful; and mother and child were
thus alone in the house.
But Nelly took no offence at this
rather she was glad to be quit of any
+ witness to her sorrowful repinings,
and free to indulge her self-commun-
ings as she pleased.
49, CHAPTER XIII.
w. D SATAN WINNING.
+. 'sIT's as good, ay, as sack o. gold
to my eyes, it is, capt'n, for to hail in
sight OF We agin. Sick O. land life!' I
should say We was, and the wonder is,
as I said, how we ha' stood it.
@Shore!' say to that lubberly jack
ass Simeon Foulkes, the capt II tire
OF it in six MONTHS says, and tho
we've held out longer'n I'd ha' thought
was in ye-ay, it took ten years of
me, it did that, when you hailed from
the old place, and bid Mat Yawmans
hold uphis head and be a man again. y
Sa ttWhat became of Foulkes?'' asked
Meghorn OF his grim servitor.
event to the bad, yer honor,
sWamped for good and ALL not like a
man neither, cutlass in hand, and his
feet to the enemy, nor. took in fair.
fight, but like a weasel sneaked in a
4 hen-roost, nabbed by the rascally
land sharks, and clapped in a country
Jail, for q pettifogging, dirty job, as
was not worth the risk Of a 80 49, =
WE'LL
cit always is the way with them
fellows as can't take their liquor II
times and seasons like a man." con
tinued YaWmans with an oath. q
D never did put no more faith in hin
Fthansin a leaky old punt; though il
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