The Potter journal and news item. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1872-1874, 1872-12-20
From the Hearth and Home.
No. $40.
CHAPTER I.

1t was four-StOry tenement house,
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 a 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
1 ped the light cloth pantalOOns, and slid
/ ing to his feet began the hunting chorus,
emphasizing the StaccatO notes by a
dramatic beating of the air with his
right hand, between the thumb and
finger of which his needle was retained,
the long thread tlourishing like the tail
Of a comet.
Presently there was Il creak at the
door. and through the aperture a
brown nose thrust itself. The comet 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 cHc0rc. Mynherr
laughed, brought his polished toes on Il
line, bowed profoundly, and threw a
kiss toward the aperture. Then a CHEEKY
voice said: please sing some more
.-pieaSe do.'
Mynherr at once complied by roaring
the merrieSt of all the merry German
songs he knew Shall mein little
friend be 50 pleased as to walk in?"
The aperture registered mental
struggle. 1t grew wider, as much as to
say, Il like you very much 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 a rather large mouth smiled be-
low it. and a mass of wavy. tangled hair
surrounded it. \ clean green gingham
dress, pink apron. white stockings,
and passable boots completed the pic
ture.
Veil, vat name shall | shpeak?''
asked Karl, bowling again.
I'm Betty, " answered the child SIM
ply.
Petty? repeated Karl. "Ven. Pet
ty, pc hearty glat to see you. Ware
''Oh. | live here" answered Betty.
up stairs, you know. Mother she
takes in washing. and father he's dead.
and there's nobody but mOther'n me.
We moved here Monday"
"Ah, $3.50. said Karl.
Didn't you see us move?" asked
Betty, gaining confidence as she estab-
liShed her identity. The man packed
our things d,rttd. The glass to our cup
board got broken. and a 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
Singn'
Tall Karl was very generous. and he
was highly gyatitied at the genuine adj
miration Of his new friend. Stepping
to a shelf, he took up terra-cotta pitch
er of fanciful shape, and handed it to the
little girl.
Miss Petty" he said. here is vone
nice pitcher vat kom from Shermany.
Dake it yor de yone vat was smashed.
nit my most kind RESPECTS
oh. no, no, said Betty, blushing
Its ten hundred thousand times pret-
tern ours"
Well, vat of dat? 1t iSh all right.
Pc gut girl. Dake it, | say, and we pc
gut nelghbGrS nOw-alvayS.
His face was 50 honest and so earnest
Betty took the pitcher with a frank
Its the beautifulest one l ever saw. =
and ran up stairs. Later i'll the day she
again entered MynheT's apartment.
In her arms she held brown pot. in
which a small buttOn-rOSe was planted.
The earth was dry and the leaves had
grown yellow, but there We're several
courageous little blossoms still adorn-
ing it.
Her mother, though engaged in fiut-
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 faded blue ribbon, like
some gigantic bug in low spirits, was