The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1878-12-31

| hand.
Il give you my w"rd. lam anx.
ious t. convince you that l have
spoken the truth. Ny name is
Wilhelm Schmidt. and here is nv
address :" giving him at the same
time bit If paper which he drew
from his packet.
"And my name is Karl TAFT. I
am the son of Anton Trait. Take
these bank-notes. but only on cum
dition that you do not leave this house
until l fetch you from it. Waiter. q
bedroom for this gentleman. You
require rest. Herr schmidt. G.nd
night. To morrow you will go me
again"
In one of the narrow and ill.liehted
street Of Sachsenhausen. in an attic "
lofty and unsightly house. sat q
blondine, about twenty years Of age,
busily employed with her needle. The
furniture Of the room Was clean and
tasteful. The girls whole dress would
not have fetched many kreutsers: but
every article fitted her as we'll as If
it had cost hundreds. Her fair locks
shaded a face frightened BY a pair Of
ewes Of heavenly blue. The spirit Of
order. modesty and cleanliness reigned
in everything around her. Her
features were DELEGATE. like those nj
one nobly born; her eyes betrayed
sleeplessness and anxiety; and ever
aud anon . deep sigh rose from the
maiden's breast. Suddenly, steps
we're heard on tho staircase. and her
face lighted up with joy. She listened.
and doubt seemed to shadow her
brow. Then came . knock ut the
door, which made her tremble 50
much that she almost wanted the
courage to say "Come in A young
man, stability dressed. entered the
room. and made low awkward bow.
Il beg pardon. miss" said he;
''does Herr Schmidt live heref"
"Yes. sir. What is your pleasure :"
"Are you his daughter Bsrtha!'
IL am"
"Tken it is you that l seek. i
come from your father"
For heavens sake. where is he?
Something must have happened--he
has STAYED away all night"
1.-THE misfortune Is not very great. I"
"Oh: my poor. poor father! what
shall l hear!"
The young man seemed to observe
these visible marks If anxiety with
great interest he said-''D, not be
frightened. it is nothing of great i'm
portance. Your father met last night
an old acquaintance. who invited hlm
to . tavern. They had come wine
together; but when the landlord csme
for his bill your fathers friend had
decamped. and left him to pay the
score. He had not sufficient money
for this. and nov the host will nat let
him 20 until he Is paid. and declares
that unless he gets his money. he will
send him tn pri.on."
"To prison ?" exclaimed the girl.
''Can you tell me how much the bill
comes to ?"
Three forms and q half"
20 Gid !" sighed the girl. call that
l have dies not amount to more than
one form; hut I will 60 at once to
Madame Berg. and beg of her to
advance me the money"
"Who il Madame Berg!"
1.-THE milliuer for whom I work"
"But If Madame Berg does not I'D.
vance the money-what them"
The girl burst into tears.
IL am much afraid she will refuse.
l already owe her one form. aud sh-
is verv hard"
"For what purpose did you borrow
the money you owe her 2"
The girl hesita,ed to reply.
"You may trust me"
"Well. nv father is very weak.
and requires strengthening. borrow
ed that money to get . quarter Of q
fowl for him."
"Usder these circumstances. fear
Madame Berg will not give you any
more. Here il one form. but that j.
al pos.ess. Have you any valuables
upon which We could raise some
money!"
Bertha considered for . moment.
II have nothing" said she. at
length, ''but my poor mothers prayer
book. On her death bed she entreated |
me not to part with it. and there is
in the world I hold more
sacred than her memory, and the
promise I gave tn her; but still. for
nv fathers sake, I must not hesitate"
With trembling hand she took the
book down from the shelf. %. sir"
aid she "during many . sleepless
right I have been accustomed to
inter the secret thoughts If my
,eart on the blank leaves at the end
# the book. I hope no one sill ever
Know whuss writings they are; will
'ou promise me that :" |,
Certainly. Bertha. l will take care
hat your secrets shall not be pro-
aned. But now get ready that We
nav Co."
Whilst she left the room to put on ,
her bonnet and shawl, Karl Trait,
forthe young man was no other than
ar herO). glanced 0yAr the vritin0
D the book, and bic eyes filled with !
ears If emotion and delight - he g
ed The outpourings Of . pure and .
ious heart; and when they had left \
hs house together. and che Vas walk. :
q beside him With dignity Of which
he seemed entirely u0conscious, be
ut upon her looks Of respect and 7
dmirstion.
They 6nt vent 10 Madame Berg.
no did not give the advance re.
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