The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-08-18

numbers I expect to augment before
long; if any of the younger ones still
survive they are scattered, for, after
years of absence, [ have been unable
to ind a single one.
L was tWenty-eight years of age
when [ came to St Paul, but I had then
as yet had no great attachment for any
person of the opposite sex, I had, in
deed, before then perceived many OPP
pOrtunities for a matrimonial alliance.
What young minister has not? But l
had not before then met or seen the
girl that made me realize so strongly
the passion called love. She was the
daughter of one of the member of our
congregation. Her father was fairly
well-to-do, having interests in steam
boats Her name was Marguerite
Browne. A more beautiful girl 1 have
never seen than was Marguerite; her
feature were uncommonly regular,
and possessed to a most remarkable
degree that winning expression de-
scribed as sweet" her eyes We're a
deep rich hazel, with which she could
entrance you with a glance; her hair
was dark brown, almost black; her
form was rather stout but neVerthe-
less extremely graceful. She had,
shortly before my arrival, returned home
from the East, where she had been
educated while staying with relatives.
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addition also gave lessons in piano
playing, at which she was accomplished.
[ recall now the first time I saw her;
1t was the first time l preached in the
little church. The service began with
a prayer and invocation of blessing by
the resigning pastor. Then followed
hymn. I distinguished a voice that
arose above all the others in pitch,
clearneSS, and richness.
Looking in the direction from which
the voice came 1 saw the girl I have
described. AS l gazed at her she look
ed up from the hymn book, and 1 met
those large brown eyes. She dropped
them after moment. [ must confess
that the consciousness that l was OBJ
served by those eyes did not add to
my self-cOnfidence and assurance upon
that momentOus occasion. Little did
L know then that I was to see her for
the last time from the same place.
Acquaintance rapidly led to intimacy
between us, and it was not long before
felt that 1 was the happiest of men,
( The old women who are always pro-
hclent in such matters, had US matched
before the first week was out; and it
| was not a great while after that the
| predictions of those sageS appeared to
be approaching fulfillment. Marguer-
lite and L soon developed mutual sym
! pathy of feeling. l fell in love with her
AAlIA1ouIdIeIy, ana InOuS6 am sure that
| she could not have been as infatuated
as was, still l may say that she gave
me proofs of her affectionate esteem.
L fear that L neglected my sheep
more than l should at this time; but
there were no complaints or murmurs,
for they all loved Marguerite and en-
We'd not the attentions I bestowed up
on her. She loved literature, and as I
dld also we found that theme of mu-
| tual interest. We often wandered along
the river bank with a volume Of Long,
( fellow, Poe, Holmes or Whittier, and
hndlng suitable spot we would spend
an afternoon reading alternately. We
often visited Fort Smelling, Minnehaha
and St Anthony; and many times of a
summer evening did we walk along the
road which is now Broadway and climb
It's steep ascent. On that eminence
we often stood hand in hand gazing
away off to the southeast, where the
! Mississippi makes a majestic curve.
washing the foot of the steep white
bluff which is crowned by the Indian
mounds. To the west the setting sun
CLEANED over an expanse of forest that
reached beyond the horizon.
now come to the dark part of NV
story. AS / reflect upon the strange
ness of the occurrence, its apparent