The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-11-08


and then she became very wretched
She told herself that sooner or later
her aunt would conquer her, that
sooner or later that mean-faced old
man, with his snuffy fingers. and his
few struggling hairs brushed over hi.
bald pate, with his big shoes spread
ing here and there because of his
corns, and his ugly, loose, square,
snufy coat, and his old hat which ne
had worn so long that she never liked
to touch it, would become her hus-
band, and that it would be her duty
to look after his wine, and his old
shoes, and his old hat, and to have her
own little possession doled out to her
! by his penuriousness. Though she con
tinued to swear to herself that heav-
en- and earth together should never
make her become Herr Steinmarc' S
wife, yet at the same time she contin-
ued to bemoan the certainty of her
coming fate IF they were both
against her-both, with the Lord on
their sides-how could she stand
against them with nothing to aid her
I nothing but the devil, and a few
words spoken to her by one whom
hitherto she had never d AIRED to an
swer?
The house in which Linda. and
Madame Staubaeh lived, of which
the three gables faced towards the
river, and which came so close upon
the stream that there was but mar
gin some six feet broad between the
wall and the edge of the water, was
approached by a narrow street or pas
sage, which reached as far as the end
of the house, where there was a small
gravelled court or open place. perhaps
thirty feet square. Opposite to the
door of the red house was
the door of that In which
lived Fanny Heisse with her
father and mother They. indeed.
had another opening into one of the
streets of the town, which was neees-
sary, as Jacob Heisse was an uphol-
sterer, and required an exit from his
premises for chairs and tables. But
to the red house with the three gables
there was no other approach than by
the narrow passage which ran between
the river and the back of Heisse's
workshop. Thus the little court yard
was very private, and Linda could
stand leaning On the Wicket-gate
which divided the little garden from
the court, without being subject to the
charge of making herself public to
the passers- by. Not but what she
might beaseen when so standing by
those in the Ruden Platz, on the 9th
or side of the river, as had often been
pointed out to her by her aunt. But
it was habit with her to stand there,
perhaps, because while so standing
she would often hear the gay laugh Of
her old friend Fanny, and would thus,
at second hand, receive some impress
from the gaity of the world without.
Now, In her musing, without think
ing much of whittier she was going,
she went slowly down the stairs and
out of the door, and stood leaning
upon the gate looking over the river
at the men who were working in the
front of the warehouses. She had not
been there long when Fanny. ran
across to her from the door of her
fathers house Fanny Heisse was
bright, broad-faced girl, with light
hair, and laughing eyes, and a dimple
on her chin, freckled somewhat, with
a pug nose, and large mouth But
for all this Fanny Heisse was known
throughout Nuremberg as pretty
girl.
Linda what do you think?" said
Fanny, Papa was at Augsburg yes
terday, and has just come home, and
it rs all to come off the week after
next"
: And you are happy?"
shouldn't a girl be happy? He's a
good fellow and deserves it all, and 1
mean to be such wife to himl Only
he is to let me dance. But you don't
care for dancing?"
" | have never tried it-much."
" No; your people think it wicked.
1 am so glad mine don't. But, Linda,
you'll be let to come to my marriage
will you not? I do so want you to
come. | was making up the party
just now with mother and his sister
Marie. Father brought Marie home
with him. And we have put you
down for one. But, Linda, what ails
you? Does anything all your Fan
ny might well ask, for the tears were
running down Linda's face
1t Is nothing particular.
Nay, but it is something particu-
lar-something very particular. Lin
da, you nope too much" W
[ have not BEEN moping now.
But, Fanny, cannot talk to you
about it. [ cannot indeed-not now
Do. not be angry with me if [ go in
and leave you" Then Linda ran in,
and ,wentup to her bedroom and bolt 4
ed the door.
New House! New Stock!