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I knew she lav above nie»
"Where the casement all the night
Shone, sottened with a phosphor glow
Ofsympathetic light,
And that her fledgling spirit pure
Was pluming last for flight.
Each tendril throbbed and quickened?
As I nightly climbed apace.
And could scarce restrain the blossoms"
When, anear the destined place^
Her gentle whisper thrilled me
Ere I gazed upon her lace.
I waited, darkling, till the dawn
Should touch me into bloom,
While all my being panted
To outpour its first perfume,
When, lo! a paler flower than mine
Had blossomed in the gloom!
—Jons B. TABB, in Harper's Magazine.
N ivy-covere
cottage in a coun
lane sur*
rounded by a
with flowers. A
pretty girl of
nineteen, wearing
a white sunbon
net, with gloved
hands, now and
again stooping to pluck a dead leaf
or raise a fallen spray, but oftener
looking with shy glance towards the
garden gate, as if expectant of a visit
or The time evening the westering
sun gradually sinking amid golden
splendor, his beams falling athwart the
landscape and lighting up the diamond
panes ot the cottage windows with
dazzling effulgence.
A tall, handsome young fellow, in a
light summer suit, smoking a cigar,
approaches the gate, leans his arm
on it, and gazes at the figure in ad
miration. It is young Dainton,
from the Hall, the chimneys of which
hall can be seen over the tree tops
half a mile away. The cottage and
irarden belongs to his father, Squire
Dainton, and Edgar Dainton is his
lather's only son.
Has the fair maid in the sun-bonnet
observed young Dainton at the gate?
If so, she turns her back on him and
saunters up the flower-bordered walk
towards the cottage, still stooping
now and again to pick up a faded leaf
or lift some fallen spray, as though
unconscious of a pair of admiring eyes
which follow her every movement.
Reaching the door of the cottage she
pauses a moment, gives a quick glance
backwards, and then disappears.
Edgar Dainton smiles, throws his
half-smoked cigar over his shoulder,
and a "Gad, she's a handsome girl,
and no mistake," turns,and with rapid
strides goes down the lanetowards the
park and home, followed by a fine
Newfoundland dog.
He has not lelt the gates three min
utes when another young man ap
proaches and looks up the pathway
toward the cottage. He was not
near so tall, or handsome/ or well
dressed as Edgar Dainton, nor does
he possess that easy grace which is
generally characteristic of those %\ho
dwell in halls and live a life of ea3e
and luxury.
This young man has the appearance
of one who knows what it is to work
hard, and fight against adverse cir
cumstances His lace ]ust now is
somewhat melancholy, and his lips
are tightly compressed. Nevertheless,
he possesses not unpleasing features.
His lorehead is high and smooth his
curly head is massive—indication of
not a little mental power and force of
character. His eyes are dark blue
hidden by compressed lips are teeth as
peifect and white and even as ever
graced the mouth of man or woman.
Prank Railton stands gazing at the
cottage with a frown on his lace. He
and Ethel Moieton are affianced
lovers Just now he is feeling the
pangs of ]ealousy. He has watch
ed the squire's son leave the
garden gate, and the suspicion,
toohsh fellow, possesses him that
Ethel has been encouraging Edgar
Dainton in his absence. He thinks,
for the moment, the tall, well-dressed,
handsome young squire, with his easy
grace and smooth tongue, must be
more attractive to a girl like JEthel
than himself. Women, he has read,
are always to be blinded by outward
display—to choose the ornamental be
fore the solid and substantial. He has
even known a girl to leave an honest,
sensible, plain mechanic for the kid
gloved puppy, who wore a ring and
watchguard, and who talked the most
arrant nonsense in a snobbish man
ner. "Bah!" muttered Frank to him
self, "girls are tools."
Nevertheless, when Ethel, having
seen him at the gate, came tripping
down the walk with a smile of glad
ness and welcome on her face
and the light of love in her
bonny hazel eyes, the young
man's heart gave a great bound. A
sweeter, prettier, tairer creature never
met her lover than this dear girl, who
came with partly-opened lips to meet
him. How intensly he loved the girl!
Before she reached the gate he heard
her sweet voice saying. "Why don't
you come in, Frank? I've been wait
ing—oh, so long, you naughty .boy!"
Then she paused, looked into the
young man's face, and was puzzled.
She saw the half -frown there, which
even the sight of his goddess had not
dispelled. Coming quite close, and
putting her gloved hand on his rest
ing on the gate, she said, "What is it,
Frank? Are you not well? Come in,
and tell me!" and she threw -open the
gate for the foouela fellow to enter.
But be stood tflaere. The frown
deepened on his face. The thought of
Edgar Dainton had eome back into
his mind, and was rankling there like
a barbed arrow.
"Why don't you come in. Frank,
dear? What ia it? Tell me!"
Ethel. Excuse me go liome
again," And Frank, tha idiot, drew
himself up stiffly, and actually pushed
away the little, loving hkud that
sought his. *.,
"Oh, Frank, Frank," pleaded the
maiden, a look of terror in her eyes,*
and a pain shooting at her heart,
"do tell me, dear, what's amiss! I've
been waiting ever so long*—watching
for your coming- It is such a
beautiful night, and I thought—I
thought we might have such a pleas
ant walk down the lane and through
the wood—but—but—oh, Frank, what
is it, dear?" & MS®
fiow, a young man who could con
tinue surly after such pleading as
this deserves to be cut off for ever
from a true girl's love. He must be
heartless—which Frank wasn't, and
he must have no sense of manliness in
his composition—and Frank, in spite
of his present idiotic conduct, was a
manly, noble fellow. He looked into
Ethel's eyes, he saw the pain he had
caused her, and—why, he repented in
a moment. He grasped her little
hands in his own, he drew her close
up to him, be peered at her lovely
face under the snow-white sunbonnet,
and then, spite of the old lady in
the mob-cap, who was standing at the
cottage door, he kissed the pure, fresh
lips of his loved one, and brought
back the smile of happiness on the
dear face!
Have you ever seen a lovely girl
whose face has beamed with joy, and
yet from her eyes have streamed dia
mond drops ot moisture, called tears?
It was so with Ethel at that moment
—3he smiled and she wept. The sun
shone, and yet drops of rain fell! 0,
dear, loving, tender-hearted woman!
They walked hand-in-hand up the
flower-bordered garden walk. The
bliss of Eden was restored to them.
The subtle green-eyed evil one had
slunk away defeated—abashed by a
pure girl's iove.
An hour after, Ethel and Frank
were seated on a grassy slope over
looking a rich stretch of meadow and.
Behind them was the wood through
which they had come. The sun was
now dipping the horizon amid a splen
dor that was awe-inspiring. The
whole western sky was flooded with
glory. It seemed as if the gates of
the celestial city were opened, and
forth-came the radiance streaming
from God's heaven-illumined throne!
The lovers watched the scene with
out a word. Their arms were en
twined round each other. Ethel's head
lay on Frank's breast her eyes fixed
on the distant grandeur. Gradually
the green and purple and gold faded:
the gates ot the celebrated city were
closed, and nothing was left but the
atterglow, which in a few moments
Then they rose and turned then
steps homeward. When they reach
ed the garden gate Ethel said.—
"Frank, dear, I have something to
ask you Will you answer me?"
"Ask and see, darling. I can refuse
you nothing."
"Why did you look so strange
when you came to-night?"
Frank winced. Fool that he had
been to doubt the dear girl who loved
him so truly.
"Don't ask me darling I am
ashamed of myself.'' And he kissed
"Tell me, Frank- do, please. I had
rather know, and you promised ]ust
now you would answer my question."
I was jealous," said Frank, clasping
the girl close to him.
"Yes but don't mention it again,
darling I was an idiot to let such
feelings enter my mina."
"Jealous'1 again exclaimed Ethel.
"Jealous of me, Frank'"
"I plead guilty, darling, and am
condenied by mine own self."
"But ot whom, dear Frank? Oh, I
have it' I have it! You saw Edgar
Dainton leaving the garden gate, and
you thought—you thought—Oh,
you foolish, tooiish dear!" And this
sweet maiden laughed such a merry
laugh, that e\en Frank was compelled
to laugh too. Then she became
solemn and still in a moment. She
put her two hands on Frank's
shoulders. .She looked up into
Frank's eyes. Then she said-—
"Dearest Frank, all my heart is
yours. All my thoughts are yours.
All my love is yours. Neither in
thought, word, or deed have I ever
wronged you, and I never will as long
as I live. Do not, dear, ever pain me
again by doubting me!"
Oh, woman, woman, blessed wom
an! Let thy heart be once captivated
—let thy love be once fixed, it is fixed
for ever!
Frank was never again 3ealous of
Ethel. For a quarter century they
lived man and wife, and the green-eyed
monster never once dared enter to
foul the sanctity of their earthly par
A Good Bit of Human Nature on
the Fifth Avenue Promenade.
The willful generosity of a pretty
and richly-clad child, the timid joyful
ness of a pretty child in rags, and the
gentle kindness of the richly-clad child's
mother furnished a touching incident
on Fifth avenue near Fifty-seventh
street one afternoon. Both children
were girls. The ragged little girl went
into ecstacies at the sight of the cost
ly doll which the other child was cai-
rying. "Oh, mamma, see that booti
ful dolly1 that bootiful, bootiful
dolly!" she cried, tugging at the skirts
of the haggard and thinly-clad woman
at her side.
The pretty child of fortune heard
the eager cry of delight, and instantly
her little heart swelled with generosity.
"Here little girl," she said, "you may
have this dolly, I have got another
one at home." And she pressed the
beautiful toy into the arms of the
poverty mite. The poor woman ut
tered a feeble protest, and the rich
mamma was about to interfere to re
cover the doll when the little aristo
crat exclaimed "Now mamma you
give the little girl's mamma some
thing and, then we .each \mx^
done a good deed."
The «yes of the rich woman and the
,. ,, eyes of the poor woman met, and the
I woman's sympathies were toucht
In another instant a compact
green roll was thrust into the poor
woman's hand with thegentie request,
"Please accept this for fchs children's
sake/ W & Times.
Humorous Incidents, Witty Say
ings, and Laughable Doings—
Read This Column as a Sure
£%*&? 'Cure for the Blues. $Ma
#wt He Was Particular.
was standing at the corner of
Woodward and Jefferson avenues one
Sunday morning, says the Detroit
Free Press, evidently in doubt, when
a policeman came along.
"I want to go to Westminster
Church." he said to the officer.
"Up hereon Woodward avenue, isn't
it?" inquired the blue coat, whose re
ligious education had possibly been
"That's what the hotel clerk said,
exclaimed the visitor.
"Well, you just catch this car com
ing, and it will take you right past
"I don't want that kind of a car,"
objected the inquirer.
"What's-the matter with that car?"
argued the officer. "Do you expect a
vestibuled train?" And he looked as if
the good name of the city of Detroit
was being smirched.
"No, not exactly," hesitated the
stranger. "I want a car that will
take me where I want to go."
"Well, didn't I tell you that car
would take you right past there?"
asked the officer, somewhat provok
"Yes, you did, and I am much
obliged to you but I don't want a
car that will take me past there,"
protested the visitor. "What I want
is a car that will let me get out when
I get there. See?" The policeman
gasped once or twice, the stranger let
a wee bit oF smile flicker on his face,
and as the car came by he swung eas
ily onto the platform, leaving the of
ficer to wonder why some people were
so funny on a Sunday morning.
Not a Captious Man.
A night or two since, as a police
man was making his way up Beau
bien street, he was accosted by a col
ored man with the remark:
"1 doan' want to seem capshus,
sah— 'deed I doan', but dar's trouble
in my house ober dai."
"What sort of trouble
"Why, sah, a cull'd pusson called
Williams sits dar wid his feet on de
stove convarsin' wid my wife. 1'se
ordered him to vacate, sah, but he re
fused. What am de proper course in
sich a case9"
"Go and order him out once
Jn about ten minutes the man re
turned and reported
"I doan' want to seem capshus,
sah, but I dun ordered him out, 311st
as you said."
"And he didn't go
"No, sah. He said he'd see me in
Texas lust. What would be your ad
vice under such circumstances9"
"If a man was in my house and
wouldn't go out I'd put him out
Would it seem capshus, sah'"'
"I don't think so."
"Just as you say, sah—31st so, sah.
I feel sartin that I ketch de ideah,"
He retired into his house, and the
officer remained to see the end. It
came about two minutes. Three or
four toul yells were heard, somebodv's
feet seemed to strike the wall, and
then the door opened and Williams
flew into the street like a half-tilled
straw bed. He was scarcely on his
feet before he bolted up the walk, and
the owner of tne house*came down the
steps to explain:
"I doan' like to seem capshus, sah,
but now dat I've got my han' in I'd
like your advice about cuffin' de ole
woman up to a peak' 'Pears to me
dat she sorter encouraged Williams to
believe dat I couldn't lick one side of
He Saw it at Last.
It is said that an American went in
to a London bookseller's, and asked
for Hare's. "Walks in London." In
the United States it is printed in one
volume, in this country in two.
"Oh," said the Yankee, as he looked
at them, "you part your Hare in the
middle, do you?"
"I, sir?" said the shopman, with a
bewildered look. "Oh, no, sir."
"I saw he didn't see the joke, said
the Yankee, "so I didn't explain, but
bought the books and went away.
A week later I entered the same shop.
As soon as the assistant saw me, he
approached me, exclaiming: 'Good!
Capital Partyourhairinthe middle9
That's capital", sir—capital!'
"Not Much.'*
Mrs. Morton (angrily). "Tommy
Horton, what'made yon hat my little
Tommy Horton ''He struck me wid
a brick
Mrs. Morton (more angrily)- "Well,
iiever let me hear of your hitting him
again. If he hits you, you .come and
tell me."
Tommy Hortoaa (sneeringly -"Yes
And what would you do?"
Mrs. Morton- "Why, I'd whip him?"
Tommy Horton (in disgust). "What!
He hits me wid a brick, and you have
the fun of lickin' him fe? xt? JKot
Rare Self-Denial. ,'
A little girl at one of the Episcopal
Sunday-schools last Sunday was a«k
ad what she had denied herself during
the past Lenten season, tne necessity
tor some such denial being impressed
on the scholars by the different teach
*fWell."replied the female scholar.
"I didn't go without candy, because
Lent is too long and candy is so
"What did you do without?" asked
the teacher.
"I did without meat—I don't like
meat, anyway." ,r
An Ungrateful Horse.
One spring morning a farmer went
into his stable to harness hisnorsefor
plowing, when he perceived that the
animal was dead."
"This," said the farmer, gazing at
the dead horse, "is what I call unlimit
ed gall. I'd like to be a horse myself
under the circumstances. All winter
long the miserable brute does nothing
but stand in the stable and eat and
drink, and when spring time comes,
gentle Annie, when there is work to be
done, he just pegs out."
Her Aim To Please.
Mrs. Greatchum—How can you
wear that glaring bonnet, my love? I
never liked it.
'Mrs. Toosweet—My husband likes it
and as long as please him I don't
Jptermission of two hours.
Mr. Toosweet—Can't we have a lit
tle of that quince preserve for tea to
night, Clarissa?
Mrs. T.—Not much! That's for com
A Tender Son,
"You look very sad, Gus," remark
ed Gilhooly to Gus De Smith.
"I feel that way," responded Gus,
heaving a sigh.
"What's the matter?"
"My hired servant has quit, and
now my old mother, who is ninety
seven years old and has the rheuma
tism, has to tend my horse, black my
boots and do the cooking and wait
ing. Ain't that enough to make a fel
low feel sorry for his poor old moth
A Hard Question,
"Mamma," said Johnnie, "can any
body hear with their mouth?"
"No, child, I don't think they can,"
replied the mother.
"Then, mamma, what made Mr.
Jones tell sister he wanted to tell her
something, and put his lips to her
mouth instead of her ears?"
The mother didn't question Johnnie,
but turned her attention to Mr.
Jones, but that worthy gentleman
made it right by proper explanations.
Getting Out.
Miggs—"Boys, I'm in an awful mess,
.and I want your advice. I'm engaged
to six girls all at once. How shall I
get out of it?"
Briggs—"Easy enough quarrel with
five of them."
Griggs—"I'll tell you a better ay
than that, old man
Miggs—"What is it?"
Griggs—"Quarrel with six of them."
—Somerville Journal.
A Nice Neighborhood,
Not long since a family moved into
a house on Austin avenue. After a
week or so a friend of the family
called on them, and asked how they
liked the locality.
"Pretty well."
"Have you called any of the
neighbors yet?"
"No, but I am going to if there is
any more of my firewood missing."
Not to Be Interrupted.
Servant—Madam, there is a poor
man at the door, who says he is out
of work, and has a large family who
depends upon him for support, and
have nothing to eat. He wants em
Lady—Do tell him to go away. He
should have come before Lent was
over, when charity was all the go.
A Sure Siern,
Paterfamilias—I always know when
Easter is near.
Old Bachelor—Oh yes! Oh yes! On
account of the painted eggs in the
shop windows, I suppose.
Paterfamilias—Not at all, not at
all it's because I have to shell out for
spring dresses, you ignoramus.
It Is All Right,
Gus de Smith—You sold me that
picture as an orginal Rubens, but I
find out now that it is only a copy.
Art Dealer—Well, you see the origi
nal was also painted by Rubens.
De Smith, quite satisfied,—Ah,
that's a different thing. I hadn't
thought of that. Good morning.
Some Time Ago.
Studious boy—Father, did you ever
study arithmetic?
Father, indignantly,—Of course I
studied arithmetic.
Studious boy—Well, I can't find
the cube root of
Father, hastily.—It's a long while
since I studied it.—Good News.
Climatic Mystery.
Little Dot—What's the matter with
my nose, mamma?
Mamma—You went out yesterday
without your rubbers and got your
feet wet.
Little Dot—Well, I don't see why
that should make mv nose wet.
A Case of Dark Desoair.
Burlesque Actress—Have you
black silk tights?
Clerk—No, madam but we have
other colors.
Burlesque Actress—I must have
black. My husband died recently,
and I'm wearing mourning.
First AetoK—I was grand as Othello
last night. There was only one
opinion about my performance, and
that was that it was unrivaled.
Second Actor—Only one opinion?
What's the name of the man who was
so blank unanimous?
Empire Mill CoSf
24 Rollers ancf 4 Burrs.
We take pleasure in informing the
public that we are now ready for
business. The best machinery and
all the latest improvements in. the
manufacture of flour enable ns to
compete with the best mills in the
We are constantly baying
W a
O a
&c.. &
At the Highest Market Prices*
We sell all kinds of
Special Attention given to
Custom Work
An extra stone for grinding feed.
Steam Cornsheller.
Wood taken for cash or in exchange
Empire Mill Co.
Fr. Aufderheide,
VAMfeefttmr «l
fire* W Buildinjr emd Bteeite
in Presse fa*
ornamental fronts.
T« the hMt of •hipping facilities as*
frill pay prompt attention to mail ordM*
All kinds ot mason work and plastering
done to order, whether in city or country.
Reference, C. A. Ochs.
Having taken M. Epple's meat market, I
am prepared to wait on all customers with
tresh meate, sausage, hams, lard, etc, al
ways on hand. Orders from the country
attended to.
Anton Schwerzler.
Kiesling Block, New Ulm, Minn.
I handle Bourbon Whiskey, Dave Jones'
Brandy, Anderson Club, Cognac, and Im
ported Port Wine for medical use also the
.celebrated St. Julien Clarets, Rhine and
Rieslins Wines and Champagne. Whiskey
ranging in price from $1 50 to $6 per gallon.
My goods are ol the very best grades and
are guaranteed as represented.
Our brewery is folly equipped and able to All
all orders.
Minn. Str. New Ulm, Minn.
The only first class brick fire proof
Hotel in toe city.
Schapekahm Brothers & Go.Whips,
a to a
Plans and specifications furnished to or
der. Having received new and mioroved
machinery we are able to furnish all kinds
of work in our line, as Sash, Doors and
Mouldings, also all kinds of Turned and
Scroll Saw Work.
Mrs. Anton Olding,
Has on Hand a good stock of Millinery
Goods consisting in part ot Hats, Bonnets,*
Velvets, Silks, Ribbons, Feathers Human
Hair, Flowers &c
Also Patterns for stamping Monograms.
Stamping of all kinds. Embroidery
Work, German Knitting and Bergman's
Zephyr Yarns a specialty.
C. GHAjmouB8n C. Roea,
fjb ~i_v President. Cbshie
New Ulm, Minn.
Collections and all Business per
taining to Banking Promptly
Attended to.
•Merchan Millers,,
3STew TXlm, Tv/ri^T-ii
Tobacco and Smokers' Article?
Beinhorn's building New Ulm Mimas.
Dealer in
Crystal Spring, Bourbon Whiskey, Hen
nessy Brandy, and Otard, Dupny & Com
pany Cognac. Imported Tarragona Port*
lor private or medical use. The celebrated
St. Julien Clarets and California ReisMi^r
wines. "Whiskey ranging in price froso
$1.50 to $4,00 per gallon. Pure Akofaos
$3 00 per gallon.
Received First Premrama a
Minnesota State Fairs 1887,1889L
Iowa State Fair 1887. St. in
Agricultural and Mechanical A
sociation Fair 1887.
Fr. Burg,
Manufacturer ot and Dealer ia
Cor. Minnesota and Center
Cottonwoo Mills..
Custom grinding solicited- Wfl|
grind wheat for (one eig£h) or
change 34 lbs. flour, 5 fcs. short* ami
lbs. bran for one bushel of wheat. ¥lmm
and feed sold at low rates and delirvraf*
A New Ulm free of expense.
FBANK A BxxTzns.
—«ad Scalar 1»_
Collars, and all o*A
er articles usually kept,
in a first-class har
ness shop.
New harnesses made to order axel a
pairing promptly Attended tov
Bingham Bros*
Lime, Cement tod CodL
NEW BLUt ItHtraMXHfc! *v
Fwek«OTseJita«MBtlftlM to a

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