New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-09-06
A A LOVERS QUARREL.


l cannot tell you how it all began. OF
why it ended in this serious fashion, but
l can assure you I felt very miserable as
saw him striding away over the fields,
although I had told him to go myself.
Still never thought he would have taken
me at my word. r =. 4.
What shall l say to Aunt Marian
thought as turned my steps homeward.
Fhls was d very serious reflection in
deed, for it had been the dream of Aunt
Maria's existence to see me united to
Dick johnson, the handsome only son of
our wealthy neighbor, Sir Henry.
Dick and I had played together as
children, danced together, Airted togeth.
er, end finally fell in love with each
other. =, ga.
We were to have been married in q
month, AND now had sent him away
and told him never wished to see him
again.
What was to be done-and, oh dear!
what should 1 say to Aunt Maria! There
was no help for it, however, but to 20
home and explain the situation to the
best Of my ability, and accordingly home
went.
Aunt Maria was in the drawing room,
and stole softly in and took up book,
hoping that she would not notice me.
But she saw me directly and inquired:
"Where is Dick?'
'He has gone home,'' I replied, trying
to assume an unconcerned manner and
failing most signally in the attempt.
Gone home? Why! Did you not tell
him I expected him to dinner?'
YES"
''Then why is he not coming?"
HE had all engagement" mumbled.
For goodness sake, child, speak out!
Come here where I can see you. How
red your face is! What is the matter?''
Irose obediently and stood before my
aunt, who fixed a relentless gaze upon
you have been crying,' she said.
''Now, just tell me tho truth at once,
Daisy. Have you and Dick quarreled?"
Eyes," I faltered.
And what about, pray?'
Il don't know"
You don't know!'' This in very
sarcastic tone.
remained silent and fumbled for my
pocket handkerchief.
"Who began it?'' pursued Aunt Mari;,
sternly.
II don't know"
"Have you broken off your engage
ment?' =
"Yes,'' 1 burst forth. Il hate him, an,:
l will never speak to him again" Then
began to weep copiously.
IF you're going to howl" said Aunt
Maria, with bitter IRONY you had better
leave the room. I shall require full
explanation tomorrow from both you
and Mr.. Johnson
I fed up stairs and did not appear
again that evening. passed wretched
night and had a fearful scene with Aunt
Maria the next morning. She stormed
and expostulated, out I remained firm
in my resolve to return Dicks ring and
presents that very day.
Accordingly spent couple of hours
in crying over them and packing them
up. .-...- = -a ~ -..... g.. z
After luncheon Aunt Maria announced
her intention of visiting some pensioners
of hers in a village about three miles dis
tant and ordered me to accompany her,
! which l prepared to do with very bad
grace, fear. We walked for about half
an hour without exchanging word, and
a more thoroughly ill tempered pair OF
| pedestrians could hardly have been found
anywhere. 'z& "a
Our way led through some fields, and
on reaching the first gate I noticed d
man leaning against it. AS we came Ut
! he opened it for us and politely raised
! his hat. He looked like a gentleman and
| was dressed in a well fitting suit Of blue
serge. l saw that he was a stranger and
wondered where he came from. as stran.
gers were rare in our secluded part Of
i the world.
"A little way further on looked back
and observed that he was following us.
| He. overlook us before we reached The
next gate, passed us and opened this one
also, again lifting his hat as we went by
| I thought this rather odd, but having
resolved not to speak to Aunt Maria IN
til she addressed me I held my peace.
! AT the third gate the same peri
ance was repeated, but this time the
stranger did notfal behind. He walked
/ to Aunt Maria S side and asked, May
offer you my ar1n??'' @
Certainly not, sir !, Z was the Indignant
}rejoinder. Il have not the honor Of your
acquaintance, nor do + desire it,
/ At least you will permit me to carry
your umbrella. continued the stranger
nnabashed. Aunt Maria merely snorted
and clutching her umbrella more firmly
marched on at an increased pace.
Is there no little service you will al
low me to render you, Il pursued our IN
! welcome comp anion in tragic tones.
''( g away sir s said my aunt furious