The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-05-20

she was a pretty big girl. There she is over
there. All aboard
August started down the platform and be-
held young lady, elegantly dressed to hir
simple mind and carrying a guitar case. He
walked toward her in confusion.
My name is Werner, he began difadently
II am looking for girl
She smiled back timidiy
Then you are my cousn-all the cousin
| have. We were the way here when papa
was taken ILL.,
August turned away from her face of grief
and tried to speak grufiy.
III send for your trunks We will rfde
right out, and my housekeeper, Aunt Happy,
will make you comfortable"
In this confounding situation Aunt Happy
was his tower of refuge. Her face was
study she helped him carry in the stran-
gers bundles, but she never wavered
II hopes it vas ferry well you vas,;' she
said, beaming as usual.
! Gertrude Hazleton felt like weary mar.
liner who has reached a home port:
my father played in. an orchestra all over
the country" she said Sometimes | went
along; sometimes went to schools neye.
had hong I want to etay here with you
and Aunt Happy until you are tired of me-"
| 1T will for us ferry good thing Pc" said
Aunt Happy, and so 1t was settled.
August Werner wrote to the lawyer and
| told him OF the situation. Three months
| creature, plump, care free and happy. The
| roses bloomed, and in the summer evenings
she sang little songs to the tinkle Of the
guitar.
One hot July morning buggy drove to the
| front gate. From it descended a pompous
| individual and red faced. le-aged man
OF unattravtive appearance. They were met
| by Aunt Happy.
us Mr.. August Werner here? Does Miss
| HaZleton stay here9
| 20 ja,' smiled Aunt Happy.
| We want to see them" said the pompous
man, sitting down to mop his brow
| Aunt Happy seized bell rope and by a
vigorous pull startled the pigeons from the
vine wreathen little cupola above. Then up
the lane from the orchard came the blond Au-
! gust side by side with the darker Gertrude
1t was pretty picture
''Is this August Werner" demanded the
| red faced man.
'It is returned the young farmer
| well, my name is Werner, too-Albert
Werner. live in Crosby township and you
got letter meant for me last spring. This
young woman is my niece, the daughter Of
my mothers cousin. who married Jerome
Hazleton. How does she come to be kept
| here?''
II received a letter to meet her at Abbey
VILE" returned August, somewhat hotly.
Trying to get that money! sneered the
stranger. "Well it's mine And I've come
after my niece
'I don't want the money unless it Is mine"
retorted August, "but Gertrude has stayed
of her own will. u
"Dot's der TRUTH added Aunt Happy. "She
got no use to go way
I'm the Pittsburg lawyer" put in tbs
pompous individual, 'and I had to come out
here to get this thing straight. This Albert
Werner is your cousin, Miss Hazleton.''
It was Gertrude's turn now
: II don't care about that she retorted. ''I
never will go with any one who talks to
August like that. l know all about the will.
1t was made when I was little girl I'm
of age now
..The will says until you are married.
began the lawyer.
Aunt Happy slapped the doorsill gleefully.
''Dot vas der pest choke!' she said feel
ingly.
August took the floor. his big blue eyes
laughing ''If being married eases up this
any. we'll have it oyer. with at once instead
Of next Sunday, as we intended. That hxes
the money, for it mentions to the next OF
kim and son in law is great deal nearer
! than third or fourth cousin, isn't it.
squire?"
''Vell vell!'' smiled Aunt Happy. dot vas
der goot way out of it. vas SO gay feels
like der circus nnd der fair, und der picnics
vas all der time now
But the lovers had wandered back to ths
garden hand in hand, oblivious Of anger,
! greed, malice and the whole world.