Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1877-04-18
Then the man let her in, but very re-
luetantly, and scowling fiercely at Karl,
who remained outside.

Then the man let her in, but very re-
luctantly, and scowling fiercely at Karl,
who renamed outside.
Bettine had to wait only a few min
utes before Miss Faulkner appeared
1t was the very same lady she had seen
driven away in the carriage, and she
came toward her with such kind smile
that Bettine had not the least fear that
she would accuse her of stealing the
bracelet.
''I've found your bracelet, ma'am, !"
she said. ''Yeu dropped it when you
got into the carriage" and she drew
the bracelet from her pocket and put it
into the lady's hand, and was moving
toward the door, but Miss Faulkner
detained her.
II want you to tell me all about
YOURSELF" she said, land how you
knew where to bring the bracelet"
Then Bettine told her little story as
meekly and uncomplainingly as posi-
Bile. She did not mean to tell any of
their troubles, but, semeway, Miss
Faulkner asked her so many questions,
and was so kind, and sympathizing,
that she could not help it. And when
she told about Karl, the tears would
come into her eyes, and she felt very
much ashamed, until she looked at Miss
Faulkner, and saw her eyes full of tears,
too.
Then the lady left the room, and
came back in a few moments, with a
gentleman-a beneyolent-looking old
gentleman-and Bettine had to tell her
story over again to him. Then they
sent for Karl to come IN; and then,
after gentleman had talked a long
time with him, they were taken into
another room, and had the incest dinner
they had either of them eaten in their
lives. Afterward, General Faulkner
sent them home in carriage, telling
them he would come and see them the
next day.
Bettine had to rub her eyes every
two or three minutes after she got home
to be sure she wasn't dreaming, and by
the next morning she had got to feel
quite sure that it could have been
nothing but dream, when she saw that
same elegant carriage rolling into the
little, dirty, narrow street where they
lived; and then such store of good
fortune began to look in upon them that
Bettine began to fancy, rather, that the
old dreary days had been dream, and
her present happiness the only reality.
General Faulkner got Karl a situa-
ton in warehouse, where he earns
what seems to Bettine an unheard-of
sum of money, and hired for them three
of the cosiest little rooms you ever
saw in cottage, a little way out Of
town, where a good German woman
lives, who seems ever so much like
Bettine's mother =; and Bettine has
nothing to do but to keep house for her
self and Karl; and you may be sure
that she is the incest, tidiest little
housekeeper imaginable.
The hand-organ is put in corner of
the little kitchen, with Bettine's
tambourine hung over it; and some
times, when Karl comes at night, he
takes the organ out Of the cornor, and
plays "Home, sweet Home" on it ; and
though the old grenadier's joints have
grown little stiff by age and inaction,
he hobbies up, and holds out his cooked
hat still, and the gay lady and the
soldiers begin their hornpipe, and the
dairy-maid carries her eggs and milk to
market, and the snuff-taking old lady is
as persevering as ever; and, though
some of the tones are harsh and out oil
tune, the melody is still very sweet
and plaintive, and brings tears to
Bettine's eyes. But they are happy
tears. now that she knows what ''sweet
home is"