New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1891-09-16
HER ONB ERROR.
OR
TIE FISHERMAN'S BRIDE.
OR
CHAPTER LIV.
A CATASTROPHE.

A month has passed in the frultless
search pursued by Aaron Franklen
and his willing assistant Agnes
:Chaunce.
Every means that occurred to them
had been adopted, no expense or
trouble spared no difficulty for
moment checked the ardor Of their
inquiry-yet without result.
The time which had elapsed was so
great; the objects and persons so
changed among which Agnes sought
clue; that it was, in fact, little less
strange to her than to Aaron, to
whom all was new.
AS day by day passed, finding them
no nearer the object Of their inquiry,
the mans eagerness and hope waned
the buOyant, anxious anticipation
which had hurried him so confidently
to the enterprise, began to desert him.
terly hopeless and vain. A mystery
shrouds the whole Of that pitiful
story, and will ever shroud it to the
end of time. 1 am doomed to 60 to
my grave a lone, heart-broken, erring
man."
Then Agnes, whose long-suffering life
had taught her patience and faith,
would speak words OF comfort, and
try to inspire him with a. conviction,
which, she declared, had never left her,
that all would one day yet come right.
Again and again he made her tell
him Of those old times when she work
ed with poor Nelly in the garnet; OF
their many hardships and trials, OF
her despair and suffering, and resig-
nation at the last; Of her sweet, sim
pie, patient treasuring of his memory.
To all this he would listen by the
hour, and seem to draw comfort and
ease from it; but of his child he never
spoke, nor would encourage her by a
single hint to talk of it.
1t was sitting summer night; the
very earth seemed to lie PROSTATE be-
sneath the heavy burden OF the heated
atmosphere, which in the crowded
town streets-as busting and full OF
life as at noonday-seemed aggra-
waited and surcharged by the glitter
ing rows of brilliant gas, the heavy
perfumes, the cries and shouts OF dis
~sipated roysterers issuing from the
various haunts, and the clash and
clang and rattle of gay carriages dash
ing from the doors of theatres, ball,
opera, or bal masque, or arriving at
I the gay rOut or ultra-fashionable as
~sembly of the "evening."
At one OF the principal concert
rooms large crowd Of lookers-on
encountered the side door. In vain
had the vigilant police warned off, re-
peatedly, the restless loiterers. Dis
perse for time, they might, but as
10 ,11v thoi, ~ 10
within the next five minutes.
1t was not the audience whose gay
eequipages thronged the principal en-
trance which formed the attraction.
One parsonage alone was evidently
the magnet by which all eyes in that
increasing crowd were attracted.
"Here she comes!"
"NO, it amt
(which is her carriage?"
'"That with the blue hammer
CLOTH"
She'll be out in minute"
eyes; she never keeps her horses"
-"NOW them"
'E"Ihat's the mother"
"a murmur rang along the crowd
giving occasion for the police to exert
a little authority. A midde-aged
lady in mourning was handed by a
gray-haired attendant to the carriage
as she took her seat within, a young
lady appeared at the door, her ex
.quisite dress lightly covered by a Ions
cloak OF black lace, from the hood O.
which her classical face looked forth
crowned by the folds of her glorious
hair, like the queenly moon when she
rides supreme amid the rack OF mid
night clouds.
One hand held a bouquet of rare
flowers which with caressing actor
she held to her lips, the other glove
rested lightly on the ann OF q small
acknowledgement foreigner, who
looked up to her much as if he con
Quoted q goddess.
At sight of her a. loud cheer brok
from the assembled crowd;it was TAX
EN- up and re-echoed by those beyond
All eyes were fixed upon the grac
ious figure which so gently and kind.
acknowledged the greeting, and tn
shouts were repeated.
The horses of the carriage, which
the first noise had startled, at thi
dashed wildly off amid the cries Of tn
populace. The coachman ,vainl,
strove to pull them in; he had lost al
command over them. They continues
their reckless course headlong alon
the street, and, to the horror of al
beholders, turning sharply around tn
corner approached, at breaknecl
speed, the massive iron gates whic1
now closed the thoroughfare that way
"They will smash it to pieces!'
,"She will be killed." ~ %
So ran the shouts, while men stoot
saloof, and in horror awaited the ca
"tastrophe. @s
The lady within, meanwhile, sa
pale and motionless.
t'My mother save my mother!'
cried the agonized voice, which hae
but now been raised to charm a,
ecstatic audience. "Oh, in mercy saw
her! a fortune he shall have, who will
but save my mother!''
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