Daily Kennebec journal., 1874-08-15

become q sensible vile; tellX Hust e9A
tainly leave me awhile longer under
Ewald's instruction and your care. we
will write to him about 1t, will we notF'
First Of all, we must wait for his next
letter, incomprehensible little one. I'LL
then. rest and patience"
+. And on the very next n orling, Frau
Won Welenberg held in her hands large
letter from her dear one. He has written
seasonably, once" She laughed gladly
"Ewald will rejoice with me, when he
comes home Dear Hello, perhaps a let
ter is enclosed for you also-But see only
a carefully sealed little note J"
The mothers eyes had glanced over the
first page, when her lips uttered cry,
Hello stood by her side in trice.-The
readers face changed color, the leaves
trembled in her hands, large tear-drops
fell upon the words obliterating them.
what is the matter, mamma ?" ex-
claimed the terrified young maiden. At
the same moment small picture glided
out of the letter, and fell down.-Helo
picked it up--'This is Mademoselle Ma
tilda, my governess, our pretty French
girl Felix has certainly ascertained where
She is know he liked her very much"
go, be still, be calm, poor child, it will
break your heart.
And her arms tenderly enfolded the
maiden's slender form.
'.Dear mamma, do speak, you torture
me-" Hello entreated, trembllngly.
.'Ewald has known it a long time all
ready, Felix has found her again. that
handsome siren, but as the sick widow
of Marquis, and she has drawn him into
her snares again-and now fear, he has,
he will, he may,-oh Hello, believe me
it is her fault alone-she makes US all un-
happy
mo mamma, not me, certainly" He-
10 said with deed emotion. "Now, Felix
will not marry me, but Metilda that is for
tunate.-Let me tell you have known
for a long time, that we did not suit each
other, and that we never could be happy
together. He could not guild and support
me he has not the right hand for it. And
so there will not be a wedding, for since
that day, when Ewald spoke of it, l have
felt that could love Felix as a brother
but never as my husband, and God knows
/ should have told him frankly and honest.
", when he returned, have even began
to write-but it did not sound as wished
to talk to him, and always tore the leaves
again, one after another-God be thanked
that ali this has happened, and that
know he is happy with another. lie liked
Matilda when We were looking for the
violets."
.Child, it is well, and will thank God,
but it is most singular, that you do not
love Felix, and can resign him SO easily,
this man, when all women admire the
handsomest best"
Il do not love him, mamma. because
gave my heart to another, one indeed,
who would not have It and, perhaps
it was childish obstincy, when Felix
wooed me, that said to me: Il will make
him happy, since another does not need
me-"
He will always be so, until he has
found the fortune of life-namely, a
woman who loves him. and even this"
80! if the maiden could only see him.
as see, and hear as have, "Helo an
swered jealously-"Bu no one will please
him, that is mamma; he does not make
such moderate acquisitions as Felix"
Frau Won Welleng berg laughed and en-
braced her future daughter in-law
because, indeed, he wishes for none
other than his modest, little Hello; so
many have besieged his heart"
And has this heart always remained
unmoved withal p
"Child, we never enquire about this, if
a man loves u.s."
"But yet, it must be very pleasant, If
man gives us his first, full, entire love. >
s'My darling, the fate of a first love is
seldom fortunate. Usually there is much
greater stress laid on so-cailed first love,
according to my opinion than it deserves,
at least with women. Frequently, it is
nothing but the awaking of nature, an un-
real dream and emotion. But few women
love decisively for lifetime with such a
frs: love, and feel it echoing in their
hearts to the last beat You are a fortu-
nate girl-your first love was reciprocated-
May you keep it ever to the end of your
life.'
The young maiden did not say word.
Disconnected by this conversation, she sat
down upon the chair, clasping her hands
on her lap. Why was it, that hot tears
glistened suddenly in her eyes, which
trickled slowly down her cheeks in large
drops, and fell on her slender, trembling
fingers. 1t was we'll that mamma sent
her to bed without saying anything far
ther, and that she was too short sighted
to notice particularly the flushed face that
bent over her hand with apparently cheer
full greeting of good night.
Felix had been at Paris long time, but
he never seemed to think of his return
home. II was still more remarkable, that
now he wrote more frequently to his broth
er than his mother, and to the astonish-
ment of the ladies, Ewald was less COM
municatiye than usual in regard to the
letters, however much they seemed to in
terest him. "He is well and happy-the
old rogue" this sounded the refrain of
all the extracts which he was accustomed
to give. He wrote almost daily to his
brother also, but he never asked his moth
er or Hello to enclose single line. Hello
watched her brother-in-law with almost
painful attention, often the receipt of the
letters. His glance was wont to rest upon
her for long time, with singular ex-
preston, as often as he thought himself
unobserved. Gradually there came over
him strangely variable mood, as soon
as he had read the letters, partly reserved,
partly embarrassed. Afterwards he re-
manned alone for hours, and Hello, whose
room was over his now. heard him pace
up and down constantly. What could ag-
itate him SO? What did that glance say