New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1891-05-06

Weren't you the primary cause of his
suffering, and is not a primary cause
the meanest of all causes?''
81 won't talk to YOU" the mayor
declared. ''There is no reason in your
argument and no humanity in your
conclusions. But come" he added in
a softened voice, 'swhy don't you
make an effort to keep sober?" i.
81 don't want to keep SOBER"
"And why not?"
because sobriety is the mother OF
thought -. ~
"And you don't want to Thinks
that it?" ...-..F
Eyes" +,->.t Ill.
"And why don't you want to think?
Your thong hts might amount to some
thing. The greatest man, you know,
is the greatest thinker" g.
$50 is the greatest sufferer"
land when you think, you suffer,
Eyes, and so do all men,. Go into a
library and look about you. What
do you see?"
"Books," the mayor answered.
"And what are books?"
o11Oo 1IOll1
"No,' said the drunkard. ''They
are the records of human suffering.
Every great book is an ache from a
heart and a pain-throb from brain.
But what's the use of all this talk?
What concerns me most at present is,
where am 1 going to get a drink"
'You don't need a drink, Dam"
'"There you go with your dogma
tism. There you 60 measuring the
grains OF my want in your half-bushel
You don't need a drink and you say
that [ don't. l would not presume
to say what other men need, but
it seems to be the province of all
other men to dictate to me. Come I
am growing too sober, and shall be-
gin to think pretty soon. Won't you
please help me out? Let me have
twenty-five cents; you can spare it.
A man who doesn't drink has but
little real need for money, anyway
Let me have twenty-five cents and I'll
do any sort of work you want me to-"
evil you help me fix up the address
I've got to deliver at that political
gatherings"
eyes, | will"
And swear you'll never tell that
you helped me?"
eyes, I'll do that, too"
"And you will draw up a paper
swearing that you didn't write the
the address | delivered last month at
Oddfellows? [ want you to do
this, for have heard it limited around
that you had a hand in it,
eyes, III do anything"
Dan was about to turn away after re-
ceivlng the money, when he caught
sight OF a woman crossing the court
yard.
''Who is that" he asked.
Mrs. Burnley, the widow we have
employed to teach our school," the
mayor answered. T..
"Where did she come from?"
"From Wilson County, 1 believe.
Did you ever meet her?"
II think not" he said, and hasten
ed toward a doggery on the opposite
side OF the street.
CHAPTER II.
On a hill a short distance from the
village, hill shaded by poplar trees,
was an old school-house, ORIGINALLY
built oflogs, but now, weather-board-
ed and whitewasfed. The Widow
Burkley had just told the children
that they might 60 out and play until
she called them, when the door was
darkened by a reddish apparition.
The widow uttered a befitting little
shrek, and then, realizing no serious
cause for alarm, said "Come in"
She would not have extended this in
vitation had she not wanted to set an
example OF courage.
Dan Mlters stepped into the room.
He stood for a. moment, looking at
the widow, and then said: Don't be
afraid OF me. l saw you yesterday
and didn't know but you"
"Is it possible!7 exclaimed the wom-
an.
'That is what was going to ASK"
Dan replied, seating himself on a.
bench 4.Twenty years make a great
change in appearances, even though
hearts some times remain the same"
'Have you come here to reproach
me? Children" she added turning to
several youngsters that showed a dis
position to loiter about the door,
run along now and play"
The children vanished, and the
widow, after looking about to see if
they werein hearing, said: "Ihave sui
fered too much to bear reproach now,"
"But don't you think that you are
deserving of reproach?" he asked.
''No l acted as I thought best. I
promised to marry you, and while you
were with ME, you did exercise SO
strong an influence that I thought e
loved you but when you were gone, I
knew that didn't. 1 saw that was
charmed by your mind, but not
charmed by your heart. Another man
came. He was not bright, he had
many foolish words, but 10 We is ex-
pressed in words that are foolish.
You awoke my admiration; he thrill
ed my heart. Then wrote and told
you not to think of me again. 1 was
buried in the roses of my own lappi-
ness. How could think of you?"
"And you married that MANI" 4