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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, 0. 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 C.& N. W. R. R. 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. For folders, rates, etc., apply to MSMG' w' NICHOLSON, Agent. A. B. Cutts, G. P. & T. A., Min neapolis, Minn. California Prune Wafers, nature's cure for all bowel troubles. Act promptly without pain or inconvenience. 100 for 25 cents. ASK your Druggist. OeWltt's Little Early Risers The famous little plllt• "t"I"I"I"I"I"H"M..I.. ..I,^.. ..|.,]„ „|.,t. e&.r *& *ByA. M. rDaxie* Ogden Copyright, 1904, by A. M. Davies Ogden A $1"1"H»:..1":-:»:» »I-H.. ..:..I..I 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." •M-M-I-I-I"!-!"!-:-!!-!-!"!":'':-!-:-!-:-!-!-!'^ At 1 The Sound of $ A Voice 1 .£• "By K.eith Gordon *r Copyright, 1901, by Frances Wilson 4I.I.. ..I..X..I..I..I..I..I..X..X..I..I..I..T.. ..I..I..I..I..X..I..X,.T..I. 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. hl 1 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* *v 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? memaantest Path Downward. Prosperity has ruined many a man, but If a fellow is going to be ruined at all that is the pleasantest waj.—PJ delphia Record. J' M. ¥&?- S S JH I 5 rft® S Phone 8—2. III aw. ,_ •S'^WJ Telephone* U.No. 72 greatest strength and flesh creator known to medicine. 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