New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1892-05-11

- net, with gloved
hands, now and
again STOPPING to pluck a dead leaf
or raise a fallen spray, but oftener
looking with shy glance towards the
garden gate, as if expectant OF visit
or. The time evening; the westering
sun gradually sinking amid golden
splendor, his beams falling athwart the
landscape and lighting up the diamond
panes OF the cottage windows with
dazzling effulgence.
A tail, handsome young fellow, in a
light summer suit, smoking cigar,
approaches the gate, leans his arm
on it, and gazes at the figure in adj
miration. 1t Is young Dainton,
from the Hall, the chimneys of which
hall can be seen over the tree tops
hall a mile away. The cottage and
garden belongs to his father, Squire
Dainton, and Edgar Dainton is his
fathers only son.
Has the fair maid in the sun-bonnet
observed young Dainton at the gate?
If so, she turns her back on him and
/, saunters up the flower bordered walk
towards the cottage, still Shopping
now and again to pick up faded leaf
or lift some fallen spray, as though
unconscious Of q pair of admiring eyes
which follow her every movement
Reaching thedoor of the cottage she
pauses moment, gives a'quick glance
backwards, and then disappears.
Edgar Dainton smiles, throws his
half-smoked cigar over his shoulder,
! and a Cad, she's handsome girl,
and no mistake, " turns, and with rapid
strides goes down the lanetowards the
park and home, followed by 6, fine
Newfoundland dog.
He has not leu the gates three min
utes when another young man ap-
proaches and looks up the pathway
toward the cottage. He was not
near so tall, or handsome, or we'll
dressed as Edgar Dainton, nor does
he possess that easy grace which is
generally characteristic Of those who
dwell in halls and live life OF ease
and luxury.
This young man has the appearance
Of one who knows what it is to work
hard, and fight against adverse cir
cumstances. His face just now is
somewhat melancholy, and his lips
are tightly compressed. Nevertheless,
he possesses not unpleasing features.
His forehead is high and smooth; his
curly head is masslve-lndication of
not a little mental power and force OF
character. His eyes are dark blue;
hidden by compressed lips are teeth as
perfect and white and even as ever
graced the mouth of man or woman
Frank Railton stands gazing at the
cottage with frown on his face. He
and Ethel Moreton are affianced
lovers. Just now he is feeling the
pangs OF jealousy. He has watch
ed the squire's son leave the
garden gate, and the suspicion,
foolish fellow, possesses him that
Ethel has been encouraging Edgar
Dainton in his absence He thinks,
for the moment, the tall, well-dressed,
handsome young squire, with his easy
more attractive to a girl like Ethel
are always to be blinded by outward
display-to choose the ornamental be-
fore the solid and substantial. He has
even known a girl to leave an honest,
sensible, plain mechanic for the kid
gloved puppy, who wore ring and
watchguard, and who talked the most
arrant nonsense in a snobbish man
ner. "Bah!" muttered Frank to him
self, girls are FOOLS
Nevertheless, when Ethel, having
seen him at the gate, came tripping
down the walk with smile of glad
ness and welcome on her face
and the light of love in her
bonny hazel eyes, the young
mans heart gave a great bound. A
sweeter, iprettier, fairer creature never
met her lover than this dear girl, who
came with partly-opened lips to3meet
him. How intensity he loved the girl!
Before she reached the gate he heard
her sweet voice saying. "Why don't
you come in, Frank? I've been wait
ing-oh, SO long, you naughty ,boyp'
Then she paused, looked into the
young man face, and was puzzled.
She saw the half 2frown there, which
even the sight oflhis goddess had not
dispelled. Coming quite close, and
putting her gloNed hand on his rest
ing on the gate, she said, What is it,
Frank Are you not well? Come in,
and tell me!'' and she threw open the
gate for the foolish fellow to enter.
But he stood there. The froWn
deepened on his face. The thought of
Edgar Dainton had come back into
his mind, and was ranking there like
a barbed arrow.
''Why don't you come in. Frank,
dear? What is it? Tell mel''
II don't think I'll come In tonight,
Ethel. Excuse ME; Til go home
again." And Frank, the idiot, drew
himself up stifiy. and actually pushed
away the little, loving hand that
sought his.