The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1877-01-03

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measured by rule and com
pass, did not permit Gottl1eb Braun to |
gather crumbs which fell from the
table spread for a foreign attache and
Mr.. Thornst the millionaire.
The trim servant still stood at the
open door, permitting glimpse Of
marble vestibule,, q rim. Of crimson
rug, the sweep of a velvet curtain, and
a group of lovely children playing with
a poodle. ~
st is against my rules to give
dare say your story is true.
Served in the war, Ell? And did not
run away?"
~s~'sNo,'' said Gottlieb, simply. ~@s,-'>sa"""
Mr.. Gildwell pursed up his lips sour.
ly, and did not spare himself. At the
risk of having his guests discover him
without dress. coat, he searched in a
corpuleHt pocket-book for a small red
ticket.
'sTake that to the Poor Bureau. A
policeman will direct YOU, Now be
off, q t-G,Sti&E@% > FtS WV !
Gottlieb turued away. Curious freak
of destiny! AS Gottlieb, a poor Ger
man, was thus dismissed, the attache,
also a German, was received with ex-
cessive urbanity in the house he con-
descended to honor. The trim servant,
Maria. ran out on the step after admit
ting the visitors, fumbling in her
pocket for pennies. Gottlieb had dis.
appeared. ,..A. ....- .,.,....- a.. .
Half an hour later he found the
bureau, having twice blundered and
missed his way. The place was closed
fer the night. He wandered on with
out purpose to the corner. The Bit
ter wind had lulled; the sombre clouds,
gathering in denser masses overhead,
promised the first snow of the year. II.
Mr.. Gildwell, adjusting his napkin and
presiding over a table, glittering with
silver and gorgeous with flowers and
light. was observing =:
eff truffles are not indigenous in the
country, count, they may be cultivat-
ed" 49, -'~5r
Gottlieb observed church, massive
and dark, with a slender shaft tower
ing above the surrounding roofs. The
church meant cool darkness, silence,
purity, after the reeking streets, if
one could gain entrance. He tried the
door mechanically it was locked.
What would you haYe? We can not
keep our churches always open, even
should fainting soul perish by the
way. 70
Next he was caught in an eddy Of
desperats humanity-the abjectpoor,
the sodden, brutal, poor, all seeking
the station.house, eager to receive
that last stamp of degeneration on the
coinage of their4own abasement, II
sleep might only bring forgetfulness
of misery. Gottlieb shuddered and
drew hack from the crowded entrance
of a building which seemed to exhale
a painful familiarity with crime from
every stone. He could not throw5h him.
self into that stream Of pollution %. /.
Afterward he wandered on, without
purpose, past rows of fine dwellings,,
past hurrying people all intent on
reaching home. Sometimes he held
out his hand for aims, but it was done
so awkwardly and hesitatingly that
few noticed the movement. The way
grew narrow and crooked !; he had
quilted the spacious .thoroughfare un-
consciously, and now tall houses, time
stained and dilapidated, lined the
street. Gottlieb sat down on a wooden
doorstep to rest. Nobody disputed
his right of possession. Laborers came
and went wOrk.wOmen trudged along;
children played in the gutter.
Suddenly light form darted around
the corner, tripped, and fell almost at
Gottlieb's feet. r Was It the CLEAN Of,
golden hair escaping from "a little
scarlet hood j that made Gottlieb start
with the exclamation, Gretchen 2"
Color had dawned in his pale face ;; he
knew his mistake even before the
young girl rose,s nursing abruised
wrist; Gretchen was i'm her grave.
The girl regarded him sullenly almost
wildly, and when he laid a hand on
her arm she darted away again as if
fearing capture. Her rapid flight was
impeded by, an old, woman carrying a
basket of apples and oranges, which
were spilled by the shock Of contact.
ssAin't yer ashamed now, an for an
old body too :" said the woman, whose
name was m others Bates. s The girl
hesitated, then stepped to gather up
the fruit. ,.. gfTlJ zEFal1t ~
tlieb. tss's-s''-a.-S 4, : 80
The Hooked from one to the other.
suspiciously. 5...st.i5 s1.. .s.z|.
..He wants me / to be taken she
cried, with a sob.. - 81 - - q. 4
''You are like my Gretchen, and I
wish to help you,' he replied, quietly.
Mother Bates planted her cane before
her energetically.
IS where are you going e. to Gottlieb.
II don't know, = YEARLY. !, d
ssWhere are you going e to the girl.