New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-01-11

Among them was, and ever had
been, Fred Hammond, the handsome,
dashing fellow, whose admiration for
her in the past had led to that fatal
Quarrel.
10 him she was always colder than
to any other man in the whole circle
| OF her acquaintances, yet her GOODNESS
did not daunt him from trying again
and again to win the love he had
vainly sought before her marriage.
"You must learn to look kindly on
my suit in time," he urged once more,
after many failures. .sHe is gone,
and it is foolish, nay, it is a terrible
wrong, to waste your whole life in
useless mourning for him. Oh, Mrs.
Dunstan-Zoe, dear Zoe-try> to for
get-try to care little for one who
has loved you so long and faithfully
as l."
| Zoe sighed YEARLY.
| How often she had told him the
same old story-that she never could
forget the one she had loved and
lost.
But she was on the eve of starting
on a long journey throughout Europe
and the East with some old friends
Mr.. and Mrs. Seymour-and perhaps
this would put a final end to the an
noyance.
"You are asking still in vain. Mr..
Hammond" she answered calmly,
with the usual touch of GOODNESS in
her voice. "And it must ever be in
vain, were you to ask the question
every day to the end of our natural
lives. have no love for to give you
II never had. I loved Earle Dun
stan only, and I shall never forget
him or cease to love his memory. I
-. But there comes Mrs. Seymour;
let us say no more about it. Only
this-you have my final irrevocable
answer. Never mention love to me
again!"
"Ah, my dear Zoe," murmured Mrs.
Seymour, half-reproachfully, as Fred
Hammond bowed himself away with
white, despairing face, I'm afraid
you are really doing foolish thing.
l heard enough to know that you re.
fused that poor fellow for the fiftieth
time, and he absolutely worships
you. Don't you really think
that you have mourned poor
Earle long enough? 1t can never bring
him back, you know" she added,
gently.
"No, it can do nothing but prove
the love he doubted when he left me-, :"
sighed Zoe, drearily. "But that
man" and her dark eyes turned,
with flash of scorn toward Fred
Hammond's distant, retreating form
|-"why, his professions of love but
seem like sacrilege to me! It was on
his account that we had that fatal
quarrel which drove my husband to
his death. No, no, dear Mrs. Sey-
mour, no living love-much less his
shall ever take the place of my poor
Earles memory!"
For months the little party OF
tourists wandered about the old
world, and at length found themselves
in one OF the famed picture galleries
of an Italian city.
AS they strolled slowly along,
stopping now and then to examine
| some work of striking merit, Mrs.
Dunstan, happening to turn abruptly,
came face to face with handsome,
noble.looking man, whose proud, stern
face and sad, blue eyes changed at
sight of her, as though she had been a
ghost.
And she? She grew so deatbly
white and faint that Mrs. Seymour,
! who stood near and saw it all, think.
ing her about to fall, hastily passed
her arm around Zoe's slender waist.
But the young widow did not faint;
the very strength of her emotion re-
vived her and kept her up.
"Earle!' she gasped. in strained.
unnatural voice. "Oh, is it you? II
thought you dead?"
"Did you?" he retorted, with the
| old bitterness mingled now with a.
| sad pathos indescribable. "Oh, no,
Ihave been merely dead to you. left
you for your own happiness, you re-
member. And you-you have Sc
cured it. suppose? The law would
not refuse al deserted wife her freedom
and the rig ht to marry again. By
proud disdain in his blue eyes
"shall I have the honor"
"Earle!" broke in Zoe proudly,
"rhere is no other-never has been,
and never will be. mourned you
lost at sea with the rest who went
down on that doomed ship, 1t was
a mistake. Oh, the Joy"
Her sweet voice wavered, and again
Mrs. Seymour thought she was 60
ing to faint. But this time Earle Dun
stan took his wife by the arm and led
her still farther from the small crowd,
who had not perceived helittle drama
going on so near them,
"And you have never married,
believing me dead all these years." he
asked, his low, deep voice filled with
wondering tenderness. "Oh, Zoe, for
give me-forgive, my darling But
never knew that'y you thought me dead,
dear. l was rescued from
the wreck, but was i'll and
senseless for long weeks afterward. !
did not know that l was reported
lost, but should not have cared. !
thought you would seek your freedom
in time, and so have wandered
about, asking no questions, and only
trying to forget. And OH. Zoe, you
did love me, your husband instead
"Well, If YOU had heard her refuse a