New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1892-08-31
HELEN'S GOOD DEED.


ssshe shows every indication OF going
into a decline. Rest, relaxation,
change OF air and scenethat's what
%sfle ought to have"
Mrs Dardanel looked perturbed.
-.eDear, DEAR" she said; what q
pity! And she's quite a pet OF mine,
TOO, dear little thing She is very
quick with her needle and really ingen
dous-and the way she puts trimmings
on dress positively reminds one OF
Mime. Antoine herself"
"The seaside cottage would be the
place for her." suggested DR.: Midland.
<'You are one OF the lady patronesses,
Il believe, and"
eyes, but the seaside cottage isfull, "
said Mrs. Dardanel. "Not an inch
OF room unoccupled. I had a note
from the matron yesterday"
"Ah, indeed!' said the doctor,
fumbling with his watch-seals. Gun
fortunate-very."
."But." cried Mrs. Dardanel, an
idea suddenly occurring to her much
jbepuffed and befrizzled head, "there is
Mrs. Daggett's farm a few miles
;Sarther down the shore. She takes
siboarders for SIS a week and j be-
'lieve it is a very nice place. Ii you
think it advisable I will take a
months board for the girl there. /
really feel as ii the dear little thing be-
longed to me"
''An, excellent plan,' said the doc
tor, oracuiarly. II have no doubt
but that month of sea air would
make different person OF her"
Helen could hardly believe her own
ears when Mrs. Dardanel beamingly
announced her intentions.
1.-The seashore" she cried, her pale
face flushing all over; "the real sea!
oh, Mrs. Dardanol, have dreamed
~of it all my life And for long
bright summer month. Oh, how shall
I ever thank you?"
"By getting we'll and strong as fast
as you cam" said Mrs. Dardanel
touched by the girls enthusiasm,
-"And here is a $40 bill for you," she
added with a smile. 'sYou may need
some trife OF Dress or there may be
"a drive or picnic or an excursion
going in which you will want to par
"ticipate."
The poor girls first impulse was to
return the money,
mo, you shall not give it back-it
is a present from me and l choose
that you keep it,"
Helen Hyde's heart beat high with
delight when first she saw the Daggett
farmhouse, long, low, red building
with an immense stack of chinlneys,
"a cluster OF outrageous maple trees
guarding it about with shade and a
doorway full OF sweet, old-fashioned
flowers, while in sight OF the windows
the Atlantic flung it's curling crests ,oi
foam all along the shining shore. Mrs.
Daggett welcomed her warmly; she had
been Mrs. Dardanel's housekeeper
once andkneW the value OF that ladys
patronage.
I've just one room left, my dear"
she sald under the caves Of the
house. It's small, but it's furnished
comfortably and there's a view OF the
ocean. could have given you better
;accommodationsifI had received Mrs
Dardanel's letter day earlier. But
four young ladies, teachers in the TX
wood Institute, came yesterday and
KIM sleeping in the parlor. But WE
will make you as snug as possible and
tue very first good-sized room that is
vacant you shall have"
Helen was very happy in her little
nook, from whose easement she coulo
see the ocean, dotted with white sails
Mrs. Daggett was a driving, energetic
woman. Farmer Daggett was an hon
est, vacant'faced man who invariably
tell asleep OF an evening with his chain
d tipped back against, the wall, anG
every available inch OF the house wa
filled with summer boarders, mostly
/. ladies. There were but three mascu
line appendages to the house besides
ITS master-and an old clergyman
whose parishioners dubbed togethe
n every summer to treat him to ST,
weeks vacation, q literary man O
large aspirations and small incom
who had come hither for rest and Oh
portunity to study up the skeleton
Tor his next novel, and old Mr.. Mi
sfin.
It was some time before Helen Hyd
fairly comprehended who old Mr.. Mi
sa1In was. A bent and bowed littl
Z -
man, with silver hair curling over tn
collar of his coat, asruffled shirt Xix
the pictures Of our Revolutionary fore
fathers, and blue eyes that glistene,
from behind q parrot silver spectacles
he shuff1ed in and out to his meal
after an APOLOGIZE fashion and sat a
the bright afternoons under the me
pies staring ct the sea.
Who is that old gentleman?n she q
last yentured to ask Mrs: Daggett.
The lady frowned.
cts old Daddy Miff1in," said sh,
and wish it was anybody else,
lis he a boarder2"
t.Well, he is and he ism t, obscurel
answered Mrs. Daggett, who wa