New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1891-12-02
CLIO PINkANBLUE.
She Made Romance Yield to Com mon
Sense aud Saved H.r Home


Sense aud Saved H.r Home
Mother
The beautiful word was softly spoken.
in sweet musical voice. by Clio Pink
anblue. a fair-haired blue-eyed, dainty
maid OF, just II, whose every move
ment Knocked the grace of a forest
fawn. and was at once the prettiest
and best loved girl in all the village.
Mother, she said again after a
moments pause, which had brought
forth no response from the gentle
faced and slender woman who stood
gazing from the vine empowered case
ment across the little garden and
along the shaded lane to where the
gently-rolling hills met the soft, bill
lowy clouds just tinged with the sea-
shell pink reflected from the splendors
of the sunset.
Again there was no response to the
young girls gentle appeal for atten-
ton, and just the fragment of frown
fled across the gladstone face. In an
Instant it had sped, and again the
sweet voice, now slightly raised, said
'.Mother.'' -
This time the elder woman heard
and needed, and as the word fell on
her ear she started almost impercept-
IDLY and turned to where her daughter
sat A deep flush sufused her marble
brow, and the clear gray eyes kindled
with a living flame as she walked
slowly across the room and drew the
girl close to her. breast. For an in
slant she smoothed the golden curls
with a delicate hand and then in a
voice almost as sweet as her daugh-
ter's. but with touch of sadness in
it's tone, she said: 4 .@-
'What?'' r..
''Oh, mother, how can you ask, how
can you say What, when you know
that in another hour Squire Looseton,
who has the mortgage on our little
home, and whom I have declared I
will not marry because I love brave
Edward Sterlingford, the poor but in
tensely noble young miller, will be
here to claim our roof tree as his own,
and. knowing this, you ask me
'What?'" 4
The girls words seemed to sink deep
into the woman's tortured heart for,
she sighed YEARLY and her eyes grew
moist. She turned again to the case
ment and looked out once more on the
blossoming hedgerow toward the little
church, where, eighteen years before,
she had gone quietly with Kirkham
Pinkanblue to be married.
Eight minutes, and a wagon passed,
and still the woman gazed and still
Clio watched her. At last the latter
spoke.
Mother"
This time Mrs. Pinkanblue answered
in more gladly tone:
"Well?' she said. ..",
''Oh, mother"
"What?"
Don't ask me what"
"Why?''
1T stings me 500
''Where?"
In my heart mother"
"How?" -..
LAS keenly as if razor blade had
slashed it. All, mother, the sunset of
our happiness is nearly come. Shall
we walk forth and face the world.
mother hand in hand, each heart en-.
twined with each?" .~
"When?"
when the blow falls, mother, as
soon it must. Or shall I-shall 7"
Shake Eddie mother, and take the
Squire, despite my bluff of yesternight."
""Twere better so, child" ~.
so l feel, mother, but a roof tree
is roof-tree after all, amt it? I will
go and braid my golden hair. mother,
and thou will pluck white rose for
me to wear in my bosom when the
Squire comes The timbers of our
roof-tree shall not creak beneath the
weight of the mortgage tonight
mother. and little Clio Pinkanblue
will soon be a highroller. IN. Y.
Evening Sun. 1871 %@ @