New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1891-01-28

thoughts of her increased happiness,
not unmingled with certain financial
calculations, when q voice, to which he
had for some time been q stranger,
hailed him.
"Holloa! Franklen, lad why, it's
ages sim / see thee down yon Well,
and what hast thee been after? and
how is't thee never look in upon the
missus now"
Aaron gave but a cool greeting to
the landlord Of the ''Peep o. Day."
who had never been much of a favor
tie with him, and made some brief ex-
cuse.,
"Eh! well, well! pretty wife is
reason enow; but thee might look in
when thee is down yon; I've some
prime liquor in hand just now, and it
should cost thee nout, for old acquain-
tance sake" -.,.-. Tx
Aaron thanked him, and then, as he
walked on the way both were going, ex-
pressed some surprise at the host be-
ing, contrary to custom, so far from
home. 49,. ~ ~
eyes, it bean't like me, be it? but I
ha' been to the town yonder, and I
thought I'd take the easiest road, for
[ bean't as young as were. But
say, Franklen, thee need tolook sharp
now after this pretty wife O. your'n; I
do hear Saul Meghorn be come to live
hereabouts
Aaron turned and fronted him sud-
denly.
"What do you mean?" he exclaim-
ed. GLOW dare you name my wife in
that way? What is Meghorn to herr"
"Easy, easy, my lad; don't fall out
about words. [ didn't say that he
were aught to her-I only were Joking
like about that little matter afore
you was married."
Dashing down the heavy basket he
carried, the fisherman turned upon
the publican, and seized him by the
throat
''speak plain" he shouted; "say
What you mean, or that you are
drunk; or by all that's holy, I'll hurl
you from the cliff"
"Aaron! Aaron! Franklen! murder!"
gasped the old man, edging himself
from the precipice by which their path
way led. Don't strangle me, lad-an
old man like me! Let me speak,"
"Speak, then, and be quick" said
Franklen, releasing his throat, but
still keeping hold upon him.
"Why, I thought you knew-of
course you knew wouldn't have
spoken if hadn't thought so-that
they carried on, him and her,
"Him and who? What the-is it
you mean?" cried Aaron, shaking him.
"Him? Saul and your wife"
"It's q liza foul lie!" exclaimed the
young man.
ooh, well, if thee. choose to say so.
[ only know saw 'em times out of
mind on the beach and among the
rocks there-ay, up by the Chine by
moonlight, too, of evenings. Why, I
thought everybody knew it. Dear,
dear, I'd never have said aught, if I'd
known. They said it was but a toss
up which of yer she had; but there, it
was nothing, lad-nothing-it's all
gone and past. I don't want to
make mischief I, Franklen, lad;
and thee'll look in and see the missus
-ay, do"
Hurriedly he caught up the basket, as
II 1T had been q feather, and dashing
along the rocky path was at his own
door in a few moments.
He opened it as hastily, but his wife
was not there.
The table was laid with the incest
care, the lamp burned brightly, and
FIRE cracked and glowed cheerily. All
was awaiting him, all in mute Ian
guage said "Helcome, and gave token
OF her care; but where Was she?
Tho sudden trsmor which ran
through his veins told him how dear
she was still, through all suspicion, all
OWL report, and stern determination.
Then, for the first time he remem-
bsred, and he 81 calculated, "God forbid
I should do her harm!"
It was Dame Rulloeks, old Dams
wife, who came in nom the adjoining
room, with her finger to her lips, and
met the exclamation that was on
those of the anxious husband.
mo, nothing the matter, she was
only took faint; and as I'd happened
to look in, stayed with her, and per-
suaded her to lie down; she's just doz-
Cd a Bit" Then, after apause, the
good woman added, "She's been a-sob-
bling, poor child, in her sleep, and
seems to have something on her mind;
is aught amiss, Aaron? 1 ha' knowed
ye from child, ye might tell n1e?"
Again she whispered, laying her
hand upon his arm with the kind
freedom of a parent, II cannot help
hearing, We know, my lad, and Ihave
heard say We two aren't quite SO hap
py as might be; now ye know, dear
lad, we must just ha' patience with
Nelly; she's a good lass, sweet lass;
a bit wilful and waywardlike, know,
but mind we, Aaron, she's never had
no mother for to put her right, not
leastways since she know'd the good
OF. one-and that's sore miss. Ha
patience WI her there's a good lad,
and all will come right; the little one
will work wonders, my lad, you'll see;
she will come more thoughtful and
gentler like, WI care o. that. Oh,
Aaron, ha' patience with the young
thing, for she is but young, and as
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