New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1903-08-12

str'lction Of your fathers property
might ens s, / flattered myself that
by relieving you of the presence Of
Bessenler's firebrands and looters-
appellations which, I assure YOU.
they have earned quite as indus
triously as we have our pseudo
nyn1es-we might be doing you a serv-
ice that would in measure recon-
pense for the loss; but it seems I
was mistaken, and that Col. Besse-
mer is justified in the boasts he has
made of the handsome entertainment
he received at. the home of his
betrothed, the beautiful Jane Ell
lery,' to whom his troth was plighted,
50 he says, in Philadelphia town these
three years past
James treacherous color fled at
these last astounding words, and
then came back with brave rush.
's'Tis easy she remarked disdain-
fully, "to place false speech upon the
tongue of the absent. I congratu-
late you upon the facility with which
you have placed it upon Col. Besse-
mer's,'' and with that she drew down
the curtain to the window on the side
next Capt. Worthington, thus shut
ting out that wrathy warrior.
The soldier reared his horse back
upon his launches while his breath
came hard and the healthy ruddiness
Of his skin gave place to an angry
no Hon. ~ irc171f1
and from Jane! Had it been from a
man., he would have dragged him
from the carriage and wiped up the
earth with him, but To first doubt
his word and then drop the curtain.
as though she had slammed door
in his face! Really, it was too much!
He dug his spurs into his horse
that pampered animal that seldom
knew touch which was not gentle
and dashed recklessly through the
woods. It was well that his mount
| was as good a forester as he, else
| they must have come to grief.
AS for Jane, she drove on with her
brain in whirl. What had Godfrey
meant by attributing such speech to
Col. Bessemer? Pah, it was but some
idle gossip which those bandits with
whom he associated had picked up
! at some wayside inn.
She was too experienced in such
| matters not to have read the SINGER
| ity of Col. Bessemer's admiration for
herself underneath his ornate
| speeches and too ardent glances.
That he thought her beautiful she
could not doubt. Most men did. Even
when she was but a raw schoolgirl
of 16 in Philadelphia he had singled
her out for marked attention during
his stay in the city.
True, he had brought letters of in
PRODUCTION to her stepmother's
brother, of whose household she was
an inmate, and being made welcome
with that cordially which the tories
of Philadelphia showered upon the
British officers, he spent much Of his
time at her uncle's house, which ac-
counted, doubtless, for the courtesies
he paid her. She had been new to
/ such things then, and she could not
| deny that his red coat and gold lace,
his London manners, and the high
esteem in which he was so evidently
| held by his superior officers had
touched her girlish fancy and made
her heart futter not little.
When the fortunes of war took
him away from the city, he had left
her with many expressions of indy
ing DEVOTION, and she had believed
him. But with the lapse of time it
for surprise nor resentment with her
that he had apparently forgotten all
about her the moment he was out of
her sight, and that she had heard not
one word from him, although she
had heard much of him, until he had
appeared at her home the other day.
| 1t had amused her little then to
note that Bessemer had been willing
to make all out of their former ac-
| quaintance that he could, and to i'm
press his officers that there had been
more between them in Philadelphia
than there was. She could easily IN
derstand that from this might have
arisen some idle gossip which had
been exaggerated by the time it
reached Godfrey's ears into the
words he had repeated to her. That
the young American had deliberately
lied or that he had even amplifed
the tale in it's telling she knew him
too we'll to believe; but she had been
| angry enough with him to be willing
to give him any slap in the face
which came handy, and she was too
much a woman to worry herself over
injustice.
It was a pity Godfrey could not
read her thoughts, for then he might
have picked his way through the
woods with more care and might not
have forced his horse to crash
through underbrush that scratched
it's TANKS and tore his own buckskin
leggings.
He had gone perhaps a mile in this
reckless fashion when a thought
struck him that made him rein in
his steed and sent the color from his
! face with as much swiftness as had
| James cruel stabs awhile back