New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1891-06-17
Gleason. twas brief, too, just said.
that Rollin was dead and the old

Gleason. Twas brief, too, Just said
that Rollin was dead and the old
home burned.
She had never permitted herself to
even think that anything worse than
wounds or Imprisonment could befall
hlm-and now this! She reeled as from
q blow; the letter fell from her hand
and merciful Inconsistencies followed.
She recovered, but the look in her face
heightened her friends, and she was so
silent, SO mute! Vainly her father
Wooed her to her old resting place in
his arms.
presently, papa she would an
swer in an absent-minded way and
then seek solitude. She wrote to
Mona but received no reply. How far
she might have INDUCED her grief is a
mere matter ofspeculation, but=grave
fears were entertained concerning her.
When Fred was dangerously wounded
Mr.. Grantly went to him and Grace
had all she could do to comfort his
wife, who was in very poor health;
then there we're the two little ones to
care for. ..
Mrs. Fred was one who INDUCED in
hysteria and kept half dozen persons
running with bottles OF hot water and
cold cloths. Grace was very patient
with her until baby Lutte came down
with measles; then she turned her at
tentlon chiefly to him. In due time
Mr.. GRAVITY brought Fred home a
mere wreck of his former robust self.
There was plenty to occupy Grace
now, she never faltered though the
color fled from her face and her step
lost it's elasticity.
Before the war was formally ended,
poor Mrs. Fred and her two little
ones were sleeping under the green
grass, and Grace found herself the sole
comfort OF father and brother.
Bravely she put her own grief aside,
smiling oft times when the heart was
sore and heavy.
Nine years pass, and Grace GRAVITY
is Grace GRAVITY still, a little graver,
a little more stately than when first
we knew her, but that is ALL Vainly
have suitors in all conditions OF life
sued for favor; she cares for none.
Now, too, her father has joined those
on the other side, and Fred being re-
married, she is quite alone. A rest
less longing possesses her to visit K
and to look once more on ground
hallowed by past associations. She
wants to visit Rollins grave, if so be
they have brought him home. 81 will
arrange to be there on Memorial Day."
she told herself.
Arriving at K. late in the evening of
May 20, she repaired at once to a no.
tel. The one where they had boarded
years before, had fallen a victim to
the ravages of war and was no more.
In the morning she wandered alone
toward the Richie plantation. The
shaded roadway, at least, seemed IA
miliar and she loitered on, dreading
to come in sight OF the ruined home
where Rollin had hoped to see her mis-
tress.
Rounding curve in the road, she
stopped with a cry of surprise and
delight: the old mansion doomed up
as majestic as ever. Wtaat' could it
mean? But after the first gush ofsur-
prise she considered That it might have
been but partially destroyed and had
been rebuilt. Slowly she wended her
way up the serpentine drive, longing
yet dreading to reach the house. A
moment she paused with saer foot ON
the lowest step of the vine-wreathed
porch, to break off CHM bling rosebud
she had often worn them from this
very vine-when a startling exclama-
ton above caused her to turun her
face in its direction.
"Rollin!'
"Grace!"
A face, almost fendish in its baf-
fled despair and terror, watched the
meeting OF the long estranged lovers,
then before their explanations were
half made, Mona Gleasonhad quilted,
by q side entrance, rthe :Ritchie man
sion forever.
She it was who had forged:a letter,
purporting to be from Grace, telling of
her marriage with*a Union officer, and
forwarded it to Rollin at the same
time that she had written'to Grace.
Hers had been desperate game and
almost a successful one, forRollin had
about decided to marry iher for his
mothers sake. Tke latter was help
less invalid now AID it had been part
OF Nona's plan to make herself neces-
sary to her aunt. OF late, however,
she had threatened leaving.
The happily reunited pair did not
give her much thought; they were too
thankful for the sunshine, after all
the tempest, to court clouds on the
horizon.
Flew spend such happy Memorial
bays as this,' Grace said, as they
stood together On the vine wreathed
porch late that evening, watching the
man OF God, who had justtssnited them,
ride away. .....@'
"Our wedding day will ever be a..
sweet memorial" answered Rol1in.-.
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