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kindchen brought him! | assure yor
that the Professor. standing there i'm tn,
shade Of that curtain, she'd tears of 10y
God. perhaps, deems me worthy o
her. thought he, RENE emberiDg the words
of the old woman at GriefswaId. and he
silently thanked God.
| But where is the Herr Professor a.
length exclaimed Christkindchen. wher
now, having concluded her poe tical ad
dress. she proceeded to appropriate heI
gifts. Let him come forward, for | find
beautiful pair Of slippers from his lit.
tie daughter. every stitch being done BY
her tiny fingers; have also pryse knit
ted with beads of steel upon dark blue
ground. to represent the stars of heaven
on Christmas Eve: this is from a lady
who wishes we'll 10 the excellent Herr
Professor.
The Herr Professor stepped forward =
He said not a word, but advancing TO
Christkindchen took her hand in his and
whispered softly. My Ida!' All at once
Christkndchen's other hand dropped pow
erless to her side and she lay motioness
in the Professors arms. He carried her
10 the unoccunied sofa. speaking words
Of the utmost tenderness; the children
began to cry; poor blind Frau GoetZen-
berger rose up. felt her way round her
table. and advancing forward exclaimed,
What has happened? oh, Ida-Ida!
speak my child. thou art i'll? Do some.
body, tell me what has happened repeat
ed she in impatient terror.
Papa has kissed her. She is better
now,' exclaimed little Lima. still sobbirg.
Ida raised herself from the sofa. aud
leaned her head. weeping. on the Profes-
sor's shoulder. He kissed her hands and
her forehead many times, and then, as
poor old Frau oelzenbefger still impa-
siently inquired what had happened. he
turned round and said. i have found her
whom hive sought for years-the be-
trothed of my youth! Pardon me. madam,
if | have forgotten myself--pardon me,
Ida, il have been too abrupt
Oh, Eberhard!' said Ida, rising, 'how
is this? Blu: take off all this finer, frst
which is not real-thoSe wings and this
crown: let me not find anything unreal
a! this moment. And you Eberhard! how
can you be Herr Won Hoffman,
He explained il in few words. And
YOUR said he. you are called Ida Goeizen-
berger--how is that?'
Nobody calls me so bu, you. she re
piled. smiling, Il am Ida Schmidt
But understand said he. my Ida
lived with Madame Bernhard
My maiden name WIS Bernhard.' said
the old LADY, who now understood il all
for she knew the history OF Ida's early
love; my nephew il was aho married
Ida's sister. | am not aunt 10 Ida. but
only great-aunt TO S1nchen. but they are
both my children. Ida IS dear to me as
daughter; she has been daughter 10 me
and the blind eye Of the dear old Iads
shed tears.
The Professor told the history OF bis
many fruitless journeys in search of hel
who was so near 10 him after all. In &
while they all laughed together.
Toge iher they walked TO The yet bril-
liant Christmas tree; they looked at tht
various presents; he took up the new
purse and compared it with the old one
Ida saw how her present. given so many
years ago. had been treasured. The child
rem sat one on each of the Professor
knees and he told Sanchen that he Shouts
hoped aunt Ida would soon be her mother
/ The old lady sat by and smiled, for sh'
saw it ALL although not with outward
sight; and she blessed God thai he hac
given so much happiness TO those whC
were so dear 20 her.
! The Professor ate his sausage and sal
lad with Frau Goetzen berger that, and 81
he did every night until early in Nay
when, having made his own habitatior
very neat and cheerfully arranged all hi
books by the help OF poor student. whom
he paid handsomely, and furnished, il
beautiful style. several new rooms, Id;
became his wife, and Frau Goetzenbe rger
and little Sanchen. and old Barbet moved
across the University garden, md tool
up their abode with ,heir new relative
ia the great old house with the GRIMM,
face over the gateway.
| The same summer an operation wa
performed on the eyes of Frau Goetzen
berger by famous occulist. friend o
the Professor, and she fully regained he
sight; and in the autumn they all spen
the holidays on little Lina's splendid pro
per:y in the beautiful Saxon Switzerland
the Professor at the request cf Ida, hav
ing secured it to his little daughter, il
right Of her deceased mother, retaining
only for himself its income during be
minority.
Such is the history of the wonderful
occurrences on Frau Goetze berger's las
Christmas Eve.-Ladies' Companion.
Col. w. is fine looking man. said ,