Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1872-12-11
From Hearth and Home.
No. 80.
BY PAIGE DWIGHT.
CHAPTER 1.

NO. 0lO.
BY PAIGE DWIGHT.
CHAPTER 1.
1t was four story tenement house
only six months old the autumn q
which ! write, and was desirable fo
people with small incomes. because /
was clean, it was healthful, and ther,
| were two fine maple trees in front.
was OH account %! the trees that til,
tall, tidy, fair-faeed German tailOI
mad taken the first floor. Boxes %
viues, OF pOrtulaca and pansies, framed
| the pantaluons and vests that graceC
his window, and it was such plea
sure, while doubled up on the table in
the back.rOom, to gaze through thu
folding doors between seams, and be
hold his treasure dangling amid
blossoms and foliage, the blithe fellow
| would roll out an air from Der Frei
schulz with such jolity, che two
| Methodist dress.makers on the nexi
| floor were sure To stop the rumble Oi
of their sewing-machine to Ii>ten.
One fine August morning MyDherI
| Kar, sat on his table in particularly
| good humnr. He had received two
unexpected orders, and his morning
giorIes were d wonder to see II was
all so exhilarating, the tailor suddenly
dropped the light cloth psntaloOns.
and Sliding to his feet hogan the hun
Ting chorus. emphasizing the staccatu
notes by dramatic beating of the air
with his right hand. between the
q J. .,F hs.ln L. a
was retained, the long thread -four
ishing like the tail of a rOmet
Presently there was a creak at the
door, and through the aperture a
brown nose thrust itself. The comets
tail came down from an uncommon
ly lofty fight, and the chorus ceased
half bar before the key note. Back
darted the Drawn nose, and two little
hands clapped vigorous encore -
Mynherr laughed. brought his polish
ed toes ON line, bowed profoundly.
and threw kiss toward the aperture
Then a CHEEKY voice said; please
sing some mOre-DIedSe dO!'
Mynherr at once complied by roar
ing the merriest of all the merry Ger
man songs he knew. When it was
ended he bowed again and said -
'Shall mein little friend be so pleased
as 10 walk in?"
The aperture registered a mental
struggle. 1t grew wiGer, as much as
TO say, II like you very much and
am coming" then disappeared alto
gether, declaring, "Oh | dare not (;
I'm off, you see," then the door open
ed sharply and the brown nose came
into full view. There were pleasant
brown eN es above il, and rather large
mouth smiled below il, and a mass OF
wavy, tangled hair surrounded it A
clean green bingham dress, a pink
apron, white stockings, and passable
boots completed the picture.
well. vat name shall l speak ?"
asked Karl, bowling again.
I'm Betty" answered the child
simply.
Petty ?" repeated Karl. "vell,
Periy, 1 pc hearty glat to see YOU
Ware to you life"
"Oh! l 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"
All CD-rOs ctAitt haAA.
Didn't you see Us mOve?" asked
Betty, gaining confidence as she
established her identity. THE man
packed our things d1CftL. The glass
to our cupboard got broken, anu a
chiny pitcher was all smashed TO bits.
and our tin thugs 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 grstified at the genuine
OF his new friend. Step
ping to a shelf. he took upa terracOtia
pitcher of fanciful shape. and handed
il To the little girl.
Miss Petty" he said, "here is
Won nice pitcher vat kOm from Sher-
many. Dake it vOr de vOne vat was
init my most kind rec
spects."
oh! no. no." said Betty ,blushing.
Its ten thousand times prettier'n
ours.n
"Vell, vat of dat? 1t ish all right.
Pc gut girl. Dake it, l say, and we
De gut neighbors nOw-alvays."
His face was so honest and SD ear
nest. Betty took the pitcher with a
frank Its the beautifuIest one /
ever saw" and ran up staiis. Later
in the day she again entered Myn-
herr apartment. In her arms She
held u brown pot, in which a small
button rose was planted. The earth
was dry and the leaves had grown
yellow, but there were several cOura-
geous little blossoms sill adorning it.
Her mott er, though engaged in
fiuting at its most critical point, had
found time to brush the ehild's hair
smoothly from her forehead and TO
braid 1t in one tight little pigtail al
the back, upon the ebd OF which a
iaded blue ribbon, like some gigantic
bug in low spirits, was precariously
perched. With her piPtail and her
button rose, she yOusly ran to Myn-
herr Karl.
Here's something for you, cause
you gave ma the pitcher" said Betty.
"It's to be yours for always, and it's
real nice, for ma gave twenty-five
cents for it"
80 vat a price !" laughed Karl, and
watering it well. he placed it among
his own thriving flowers.
Betty. being now equal with her
benefactor, folded her hands behind
her and began a conversation.
do you sing Shall we gather at
the river?"
''Shall We garder at VdTe 2" His
great scissors had clipped the last
woI ds as well as the cloth.
"At the river to you mean-de
Mort River or de Feast River?"
"Why, river up in the sky. It's
o song, you know. We sing in Sab
bath School,"
"Ah! $3.50. No. not know dat. !"
"Oh you must learn it. It's 6eaW-