The Potter journal and news item. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1872-1874, 1872-12-20
From the Hearth and Home.
No. 80.
CHAPTER L.

CHAPTER l.
( 1t was four-Story tenement house.
4 only six months old the autumn of
which | write, and was desirable for
( people with small incomes, because it
was clean, it was healthful, and there
were two fine maple trees in front. 1t
was on account of the trees that the
! tall, tidy, fair-faced German tailor had
taken the first floor. Boxes of vines. of
/ portulaca and pansieS, framed the pan
falcons and vests that graced his win
dow, and it was such a pleasure, while
/ doubled up on the table in the back
room, to gaze through the folding-dOors
/ between seams, and behold his treasures
dangling amid blossoms and foliage,
/ the blithe fellow would roll out an air
from Der Freischutz with such jOllity,
! the two Methodist dreSs-makers on the
next floor were sure to stop the rumble
OF their SeWing-machine to listen.
/ One fine August morning Mynherr
Karl sat on his table in Il particularly
good humOr. He had received two un-
! expected orders, and his morning-glor-
/ les were wonder to see. 1t was all so
eXhilarating, the tailor suddenly drop
ped the light cloth pantaloons. and slid
ing to his feet began the hunting chorus,
emphasizing the staccato notes by
dramatic beating of the air with his
right hand, between the thumb and
finger of which his needle was retained,
the long thread fiourishing like the tail
Of a comet.
Presently there was Il cTeak at the
door, and through the aperture a
brown nose thrust itself. The comet'S s
tail came down from an uncommOnly
lofty flight, and the chorus ceased half
Il bar before the keynote. Back darted
the brown nose, and two little hands
clapped a vigorous encore. Mynherr
laughed, brought his polished toes on Il
line, bowed profoundly, and threw u
kiss toward the aperture. Then CHEEKY
voice said PLEASE sing some more
.-pIenSe do!'
Mynherr at once complied by roaring
the merrieSt of all the merry German
songs he knew. Shall mein little
friend be SO pleased as to walk in?"
The aperture registered a mental
struggle. 1t grew wider, as much as to
say, Il like you very ymuch and am COM
ing" then disappeared altogether, de-
claring, 'Oh. ! dare not; I'm off. YOU
see, " then the door opened sharply and
the brown nose came into full view.
There were pleasant brown eyes above
it, and rather large mouth smiled be-
low it, and mass of wavy, tangled hair
surrounded it. \ clean green gingham
dress, a pink apron, white stockings,
and pasSable boots completed the pic
ture.
Well, vat name shall | Shpeak?n
asked Karl, bowling again.
I'm Betty answered the child sim
ply.
Petty" ?"repeated Karl. ''Vel. Pet
ty, | pc hearty glat to see you. Ware
you lif?''
"Oh! | live here" answered Betty,
up stairs, you know. Mother she
takes i'll washing, and father he's dead,
and there's nobody but mother'n me-
We moved here Monday"
ALI $685. y said Karl
Didn't you see us mOVe?" asked
Betty, gaining confidence as she estab-
lished her identity. The man packed
our things dlCtul. The glass to our cup
board got broken, and chiny pitcher
was all smashed to bits, and our tin
things spilled out of the barrel, and I'm
SO glad we come here, cause you
sing!''
Tall Karl was very generous, and he
was highly gratitied at the genuine ad-
miration of his new friend. Stepping
to shelf, he took up telra-cotta pitch
er of fancifUl shape, and handed it to the
little girl.
Miss Petty" he said. there is vone
nice pitcher vat kom from Shermany.
Dake it vor de vone vat was smashed,
nit my most kind respects
"Oh! no, no, )" said Betty, blushing.
It's ten hundred thousand times Dret-
TERN ours.
Vel, vat of dat? 1t ish all right.
Pc gut girl. Dake it, say, and we pc
gut neighbOrs now-alvayS. "
His face was SO honest and 50 earnest
Betty took the pitcher with frank
Its the beautifulest one L ever saw, -
and ran up stairs. Later in the day she
again entered Mynherr'S apartment.
I In her arms she held brown pot, in
which small button-rOse was planted
The earth was dry and the leaves had
grown yellow, but there were several
courageous little blossoms still adorn-
ing it.
Her mother, though engaged in flut-
ing at its most critical point, had found
time to brush the child'S hair smoothly
from her forehead and to braid it in one
tight little pigtail at the back, upon the
end of which a faded blue ribbon. like
some gigantic bug in low spirits, was