New Ulm review., 1912-12-04

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| Robertas tone implied that this con
dngency would be little short of ca
lamitous. And Warren Blake is dane
ing after her already"
| Dear Aunt Roberta. Warren never
M his life did anything SO frivolous as
! dancing. Why are you in such hur-
| sy to have ME fall in love?"
! II don't want you to grow old and
grabbed and-and lonesome-like me. !"
"Why-why, Aunt Roberta. | didn' t
know you felt that way. You mustn't,
| you know he said gravely, and pat
] ted her hand affectionately. from
! which unwonted demonstration she
| hastily snatched it away
He laughed. ''Theres time enough
for mating anyhow I'm only thirty;
| and, besides, what could offer girl.
| even if | were so reckless as to fall in
| love?'
| yourself. Miss Roberta could not
entirely repEess q hint Of pride.
| "Those spectacles you're always los
ing must be rose colored. I'd want to
offer something more than myself,
| Aunt Notwithstanding Of achieve
| ment that would prove my worth. /
couldn't love woman who could care
for a little, futile man: When I've
| done something, them
II know what you're thinking, John
ny. Don't go into politics."
1--WE got to- l don't want to go all
my life as | have done, drudging along
for little money, drying up in the
routine, my outlook narrowing. Id
have nothing to show in justification
Of my living. Why. I'd be no better
| than Warren Blake, Aunt Roberta
| One might, by stretch of the i'm
agination, have called the sound Miss
Roberta emitted laugh.
Across Main street from the court
| house square-scene of Daniel Web
sters famous speech, the war time
demonstrations and the annual rally
stands red brick, white porticoed
mansion in the style we distinguish as
colonial. This house was built in the
early thirties by Thomas Dunmeade.
founder Of New Chelsea, then in his
eightieth year. a period of life when
his thoughts should have been center
ed on heavenly glories, but were, in
fact, busted with the cares and vani-
ties Of this world.
Thomas lived just long enough to
install himself in the new house. Then
he died in an apoplectic fit following
a choleric denunciatlon Of Andrew
Jackson. The title to the house de-
scended to the pioneers son. Robert. a
gentleman Of parts, who, as founder
of the -four mills. brought commercial
consequence and as congressman for
one term the honors of craftsmanship
to the town of his nativity. His son
was Hugh. the soldier and later the
judge Of the house Of Dunmeade.
Miss Roberta and John were sitting
under tree in the front yard. 1t was
Sabbath afternoon in New Chelsea
II wonder" mused Miss Roberta,
"how Steve, Hampden liked the SER
mon?'
HE probably wasn't listening"
''Warren Blake walked home from
church with Katherine" she. remarked
significantly.
"She was there, then?'
"Didn't you see her?'
>"I heard the stir when she came in;
but. strange to relate. was more in
terested in the service, and forgot to
look her up after church.
"Why wont you go to see her?'
John rose with sigh of resignation.
aunt Roberta. you are a woman of
one idea. l see I shall have no peace
of mind until I've paid my respects to
this gilded lady. [ goy
He could never repress smile when
he saw the Hampden place. Almost
within the span Of his memory it's evo-
lutlon-it was always called ''place''
keeping pace with it's owners for
tune, had been wrought. The first
house on that site had been a five
room frame cottage. built just before
the war when Stephen Hampden was
manager of the Dunmeade mills. 1t
is said that he laid the foundation of
his fortune in certain contract for
army horseShOes. In the seventies.
being then owner Of Plumville's lar
gest iron foundry. he inaugurated the
custom OF returning to New Chelsea
for the hot months. The little cottage
was torn down. In it's place was rear
ed red brick house, literally adorned
with turrets and scroll work in the
style of that period.
Inc foundry sreW-even OutgreW its
owner. whose taste. if not his talents,
ran to speculation rather than to pro-
duction. He sold out and went to the
Steel city to pursue fortune via the
bourse and the real estate market. In
these days New Chelsea saw him and
his family only enthusiastically. The
house with the turrets had attained the
! dignity OF q country Qlace ~ Then