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New Ulm Review
Wednesday, Dec. 28, 1904.
A. ALEXANDER,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
Prompt attention given to collections.
Insurance good old line companies.
Office cor. Minn, and 2d. N. St.
New Ulm, Minn.
E I N E E
SPECIALIST, iM
C&EYET EAR, NOSE AND THROAT.^,
Office in the Ottomeyer Block. Hours
from 10 to 12 a. m. and 1 to 5 p. m.
N W MINN
|R. J. H. VOGEL,
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON
Office over Alwin's Drug Store.
Residence on Broadway.
Residence Phone 179, Office Phone 188.
N E W ULM,
,R. O. C. STRICKLER,
MINN.
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON.
Office over Alwin's Drug Store.
Residence cor. Broadway & 2d N. St.
N E W ULM, MINN
OOIDALE & SOMSEN,
ATTORNEYS & COUN
SELORS.
Practices in all State and U. S. courts.
Collections given particular attention.
Office over Postoffice.
N E W ULM, MINN.
A
L.BERT PFiENDER,
ATTORNEY AT LAW.
Office in the Ottomeyer Block.
N E W ULM, MINN.
1 A. HAGBERG,
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ATTORNEY & COUNSELOR.
Office in Masonic Blk., 2d floor.
Legal advice given and suits tried in
all courts. Collections attended to.
N E W ULM, MINN
A. HEERS,
ARCHITECT AND BUILDER.
Office on State street.
Plans and specifications furnished.
Contracts taken on all kinds of build
ings.
N E W ULM, MINN
J)R.
F. W. FRITSCHE.
DENTAL SURGEON.
Oduntunder for extracting.
Office over Brown Co. Bank.
N E W ULM, MINN.
DR. G. R. KOCH,
DENTIST,
Office in the Post Office Block, over
the City Drug Store.
N E W ULM, MINN
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DEPAR rCTRB OF TRAINS EAST.
Pass. No 504 (Ex.Su line, 3 4 2 am
No 24 (Ex.Sun.) old line, 5 „J a
No 502 (Daily) new line, 3 5 5
No. 22 (Daily) old line 3-56
N 14 E Su line 6:55
DEPARTURE OF TRAINS V» EST.
No. 13'Ex. Sun.) new line, 7:52
N 23 Daily) old line, 1:00
No. 508(Daily) new line, l:8am
No. 27 (Ex. Sun.) old line, 8:25 p'm
No. 501 (Daily) line. 12*43 a
Trains Nos.504 and 503 ha^qjlfsleepingcars
between Mankato and Chicago and chair
cars between Mankato and Minneapolis.
Dining cars between Winona and Tracy
4«d Mankato and Minneapolis.
Trains No9 504 and 501 have sleeping cars
between Minneapolis and Redtielcl, S. D.
Further information inquire of H. L,.
Beecher, Agent
A C.Johnson C. A. Cairns
Gen. Asc't, Winona G.P A.. Chicago.
Minneapolis & St.Louis
Time Table
at New Ulm, Minn. Corrected to
May 25th, }904.
The "Short Line" to
St. Paul, Minneapolis, Chicago,
St. Louis, Peoria, Kansas City,
Omaha, Des Monies
and all points beyond.
TRAINS LEAVE AS FOLLOWS:
NORTH BOUND
Twin City Pass, (daily) .6.40 am
Twin City Pass. (ex. Sun.) 1.50
TiOcal
Freight (ex. Sun.).. .3.30
SOUTH BOUND
Esthcwille Pass, (daily).. .9.37
StormLakePass.(ex.Sun.)12.28
Local Freight (ex. Sun.). .8.30 am
Elegant new Vestibuled Pullman
Sleeping Cars and Coaches run
daily.
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Miss Maxwell was angry. Her blue
eyes blazed like stars. Her red lips
were quivering. For three days to
have led the long procession of car
rioles that each morning started across
Norway's smiling landscape and now
on coming out from luncheon to find
her pony untethered, her carriole pull
ed to one side! The stout Englishman
regarding her waited and was secretly
rather alarmed at the storm he had
evoked.
"But it was not safe," he declared,
with much dignity. "You must wait
until your boy turns up. Of coarse
he had no business to leave you," see
ing an ominous frown on the white
forehead. "But as he did"—
The people, beginning to come out
from the posting house, cast curious
glances in her direction, and the girl
felt her throat swell That hateful
boy! How dared he run off this way?
Noting the empty shafts, the loosened
pony, a young man came forward.
"Can I be of service?" he asked. "I
speak a little Norsk. What! Your
boy is lost? Oh, pray take mine. It
would be a pity for you to lose your
place," with a glance at the purpling
Englishman. And Miss Maxwell, anx
ious to have the matter settled before
the arrival of her mother and sister,
after a moment's consideration con
sented.
"And I am so glad you did," declared
Rita later. "I would just have hated
to give up our place to that horrid
man, who has been trying every day to
get it. I believe he bribed our boy to
get lost."
But Miss Maxwell did not answer.
She had just discovered the loss of a
tiny gold heart that belonged on her
watch chain, and she remembered dis
tinctly having seen the tall young
man as he turned away stoop and pick
up something from the ground. Could
it have been her heart? And. did he not
know that it was hers?
In the long evening twilight the stout
Englishman, Renfrew, joined the girls.
"I hope that you did not consider me
intrusive this morning," he began
pompously. "I spoke purely in your
own interests. And regarding that
young man—I saw you speaking with
him before dinner—I certainly would
not advise you to form an acquaintance
there. My boy tells me that he takes
"AND YOU EEAIiliT DTD HAVE MY HEAKT
AMi THE TIME, THEN?"
only the very poorest rooms and bar
gains for all his meals, while no one
seems to know his name. Curious way
to be traveling"—in conscious superior
ity. "Wouldn't pick him up if I were
you."
Miss Maxwell, her lip curling, drew
back.
"I thank you," she responded quiet
ly. "We, as you say, have no desire
to piek up acquaintances of any kind
So I wish you good night."
But up in her room the girl's face
grew troubled. It was true that she
had been talking with the tall young
Englishman before dinner. Meeting
him coming dowu the stairs, she had
stopped and uttered a word of thanks
for his courtesy then, plucking up
courage, asked if he had found a gold
en heart. His answer puzzled her.
"And if I had would you expect
from a mere mortal resolution enough
to reject the gifts of the gods?" Be
fore this response Miss Maxwell had
beaten a hasty retreat, but now it
arose again in her mind. What could
he mean? Had he queer views on com
munity of property? Was he—after
what Mr. Renfrew had said—actually
in need of the money? For it was im
possible that he would willingly steal.
The problem worried and irritated her,
keeping the young man constantly in
her thoughts. And when, Christiania
reached at last, Mrs. Maxwell took her
girls to the Grand hotel, unconsciously
Mabel felt her spirits droop. Was this
the end then? *|Was she never to re
cover her heart ?$c „*r
A week slipped "by uneventfully, and
as the girl dressed one night for a din
ner at the embassy a sigh rose to her
lips. How stupid such things were!
In the same uninterested mood she fol
lowed her mother into the brilliantly
lighted room. There the sight of a
tall young fellow caused her heart to
heat violently for a second, then stop.
It could not be he! But the man, turn-
lng, caught sight of her, and seizing
his opportunity drew her behind the
heavy curtains of a convenient win
dow. For a moment both stared with
out speaking. A familiar voice from
without broke the silence.
"No, no. The man I mean is tsfil,
and some people might call him good
looking were it not for his lack of
breeding. The fellow arrived with us
last week. He could not be Sir Nigel's
nephew. Why, he hasn't a penny."
His companion laughed.
"Yet I fear, just the same, that it
would be Sir Nigel's nephew that you
mean. He left here awhile ago for
home and then suddenly for no rhyme
or reason turns back at Bergen and, as
you say, arrives without a penny. It is
just like Lionel Carteret. Yet I suspect
there must be something at the bottom
of it. Were there any pretty girls in
your party?"
But Renfrew was past speech.
Miss Maxwell, in whose eyes a dawn
ing wonder had banished aught else,
glanced swiftly at the stricken Car
teret, but at his expression of mingled
entreaty and conscious guilt the cor
ners of her mouth began to curve re
lentingly. A quick gleam of amuse
ment shot through her astonishment.
"And—and you really did have my
heart all the time, then?" she queried
demurely. Carteret bent forward.
"Have I?" he demanded. "Have I,
indeed?" The girl reddened. ?Jg
"Of course I mean the gold one," she
retorted. Carteret produced the tiny
golden symbol.
"I saw you in a shop at Bergen," he
confessed shamefacedly. "And then I
found this, and it seemed a message of
hope. At least it told me that you were
free. Would you have had me give it
back without a try? Did your chal
lenge mean nothing?" '^^X
"Challenge?" repeated the girl.
"Is it not a challenge to fate?" Open
ing the locket he showed a paper in
scribed with two words, "To let." The
girl, uttering a little cry, felt the color
flooding even to the tendrils of curly
brown hair.
"I had forgotten," she gasped. "Rita
put it there one day for a joke, and I
had forgotten. You opened it, then?"
with keen reproach. Carteret laughed.
"I had to try for some clew," he de
clared, with a cheerful lack of contri
tion. "I was not sure at first that it
belonged to you, and wAen I discovered
the fact I somehow took my finding of
it as an omen. Was I wrong?" his tone
changing suddenly. "Should I have
given it back? Must I do so now? Is
there no chance that I might ever meet
your requirements for tenant owner,
what you will? Won't you speak to
me?" as the girl's lashes fluttered un
certainly. "Ah, Miss Maxwell—Mabel
—answer me."
Almost the first present that Sir Lio
nel Carteret gave to his fiancee was a
tiny heart all set in diamonds, and hid
den within it, neatly folded, was a slip
of paper, on which was heavily pen
ciled the word "Taken."
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They met first in the dusk of a June
evening, and, as Mrs. Stanton said, it
looked like a sheet and pillowcase par
ty. The drawing room was ghostly
with pictures, statuary and chandeliers
draped in white muslin, the furniture
bulking awkwardly in its summer
linen
Lansing had dropped in to see the
Stantons and say goodby, and soon
after Mrs Audley, who was, it trans
pired, to sail with them on the mor
row, was ushered in. She hesitated for
a moment the doorway, a tall, slen
der, unsubstantial figure in white
Then as they rose and Mrs Stanton
stepped forward to greet her she spoke,
and the obdurate heart of Richard
Lansing fell, without a sound, with
out a flutter of resistance, a willing
captive to the most exquisite voice he
had ever heard.
In the flow of small talk that fol
lowed he was strangely silent, floating,
as it were, on the music of that voice,
with its beautiful modulations and
strange, minor pitch. He scarcely
heard what she said Indeed, with a
voice like that, words became ridicu
lously unimportant.
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Rallied by Mrs. Stanton upon Tiis
silence, he replied to her banter awk
wardly and with an effort, like a man
aroused from a dream ^^gLater, when
Mrs. Audley rose to go, she extended
her hand to him frankly Then she
drifted out into the glimmering light
of the hall, followed by Stanton, who
went to put her in her cab5i$
The moment they were out of hear
ing Lansing turned to his hostess, with
highwayman-like directness.
"Where is Mr. Audleyr' he asked
sententiously, with a grim determina
tion to know the worst without delay.
"Really, Dick!" she mocked. "Is the
foremost bachelor of our set 'taking
notice' at last? How very interesting!"
"Where is^Ir. Audley?" he r|peated
doggedly. $g
"Dead these three years," she an
swered. Then at the long breath that
she heard him take in the soft gloom
of the room she added warningly^'Birt
Penelope has many suitors!"
She had indeed so many that Lan
sing used to wonder afterward by what
miracle she had been preserved for
him. It was six months before he saw
or, rather, heard, her again. A death in
his family and the precarious state of
the great business that he managed
prevented him from carrying out his
first mad scheme of following Jber pell-
mell across the Atlantic and as many
continents and parts of continents as
need be.
After the first few weeks faithless
Mrs. Stanton had ceased to keep him
informed of their whereabouts. But,
though Edith Audley seemed to have
drifted beyond his ken, that rare, ca
ressing voice still sounded in his ears,
and in dreams he saw again that
straight, slim, unsubstantial figure, the
face a mere pale phantom from which
two shadowy eyes looked out.
It was just before the Christmas hol
idays, and Lansing had decided that
nothing should keep him longer, that
In spite of fate he would sail for Eu
rope within the next ten days, when
the tinkle of the telephone bell aroused
him. He lifted the receiver to his ear,
and at the sound that greeted him he
felt as if a flame of happiness ran over
him.
"Is this 332 Cortlandt?"
The voice was unmistakable. Though
the -wires imparted generously of their
own metallicness, it was still the most
beautiful voice in the world. Unlike
Trilby's right foot, which had a rival
in her left, Mrs. Audley's voice had no
rival. Lansing was as certain that it
was she who was speaking as he was
that it was himself who was listening.
"This is 332," he began.
Before he could get further there
was a despairing exclamation from the
other end of the wire, while the only
voice in the world pleaded, "Won't you,
please ring off?"
Lansing laughed delightedly, but that
laugh cost him his chance. %&
"How are you, Mrs. Audley?" he be
gan, but a buzz, buzz-z, buzz-z-z-z.
buzz-z-z-z was all that he got for his
pains. Nor did his frantic ringing nor
the things he said to central avail him.
"Don't know, sir. Can't find out,"
was all that the distant, impassive
voice of the operator vouchsafed, and
with a sigh of exasperation he at last
hung up the receiver.
She was back in the city then. Some
where in the wilderness of brick and
stone that incomparable voice was
making music, but not for him. Sud
denly Mrs Stanton's warning remark
fell upon his ears as if it had been
spoken by some invisible presence.
"Penelope has many suitors."
The thought goaded him. While he
tarried, allowing mere life and death
matters to detain him, what might not
have happened? The truth came to him
now with a terrible, crushing force.
The one thing in life greater than all
other things was love. And, strange
and unnatural as it might seem, he
loved with all his heart a woman
whom he had practically never seen,
since that brief, dim half hour in the
Stanton drawing room seemed more
like an encounter of souls than an ac
tual meeting, where the sweet, strong
woman,of her had been revealed to
him that strange, vibrant, caressing
voice.
Inquiry at the Stanton residence did
not put him forward. They were still'
in Europe, and the housekeeper did not
know when they would return Nor
could she tell him anything of Mrs.
Audley.
Baffled, but determined, he left no
stone unturned for the next three
weeks, but without success. Edith
Audley seemed to have disappeared in
the crowd of the unknown, and he
wondered if that fool Stanton would
ever bring his wife back from Europe.
Then, in the most casual manner, the
information that he had sought in vain
came to him. Waiting moodily for a
friend in the Turkish room of the Wal
dorf late one afternoon, the strident
repetition of a name at last recalled
him to his whereabouts
"Symington! Mr. Symington!" sang
out a call boy in a nasal tone, looking
inquiringly about as he sauntered
through the room.
None of the men scatteied about the
room responded, and the boy tried
another tack.
"Card for Mrs. Audley' Card for
Mrs. Audley!" he reiterated, with an
expression that implied that the fel
low who had sent his card to that lady
must be trying to conceal himself.
Then suddenly a gentleman near the
door beckoned to him energetically.
"Mr. Symington?" demanded the
boy. At the gentleman's negative re
ply he looked away very weary But
when the latter, pressing a quarter in
to his hand, asked a certain question
he replied with mitigated severity. gf*
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Lansing's first impression of her
when at last she carne towaid him in
broad daylight was that she was like
a reed The eyes -were dark and a
trifle wistful, the mouth wide, flexible,
with thin, Mvid lips And then that
moving voice fell upon his ears for
the third time, and he only knew that
she was all that he had e\er dreamed
of in woman—and more JlfJ
"Talk to me! Talk to me'" ne would
beg playfully dunng the weeks that
followed, when he was tiymg with all
the arts he could master to lead her
to the point that he had reached at a
bound.
"I'm growing jealous Of my "own
voice," she said to him at last, with a
hurt, questioning look in her eyes. "I
sometimes think that it isn't, my
friendship that you care for at all, but
it's only that my voice appeals to you,
touches some chord in you. I don't
just like it."
And it was then that Lansing told
her, told her with an ardor that she
could not doubt, ending with, "Your
voice, my darling, is the most beauti
ful thing in the world, but if beauti
ful because it is you put into sound."
*MAnd, being but a woman, what could
she do but believe?
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