The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-06-22
on one side, out Of the way OF dust and dirt,
II lay-the half-completed circlet Of carved

ments after my days work."
1T is pretty she repeated, touching with
which surely had the stamp Of genius upon
the m; "but 1t wants something,' she added
aWhat7,' he inquired eagerly. ." IT have
looked ut 1t 50. often that l cannot find out
whether 1t is right or wrong"
Il know" she exclaimed, triumphantly.
"Color! All, Monsieur, II you could but see
the wreath Of roses 1 made last week for the
Graf1inn Won Adeldorf for q ball you would
know what moan. Oh"-with little clasp
Of her hands-"it was perfectf Perfect as
Her thoughts had quite wandered away
from the delicate flowers before her: indeed,
she did not remember them until they stood
behind them, when 1t came across her that
she might have been rude
"They are very pretty she said, sOftly,
"but you see they are not finished yet When
they are. perhaps, who knows, you might sell
Them
"Perhaps" Ne said, II could try II you wish
it: but when made them thought the
color vent into bis face-"that yon would Ike
"Yes, 90 would II you were rich enough to
give presents, or If. Well, you will not
mind my speaking the truth to you? Youare
rather q dreamer, are you not2 This u bad
thing. shaking her pretty head. Tt does
one mast have so take ny sdy vice Leave
off carving things no one cares to buy, and
only do what you can sell. You are not an
gryyafr n,r,, !. ro,,o...a u.ns ..,or -, 20 50
| well2 Why But here they had reached the
merry, laughing crowd, and the spot where
the omnibus was awaiting them, and the
rest Of the sentence had perforce to await
completion at some other time.
And 1t was sentence Hans had not IN
tended to complete. Not yet. BY and by,
when there was q little more money In his
pocket, and home worthy OF Offering 20 Q
| wife, then 1t would be time enough 70 finish
that sentence But on this, as on other ooca !.
Ieast SO far as Hans was concerned, for the
| long, joyful day over, and tired holiday. seek
| ers, beginning to consider the quickest way
home, he found himself under o soft starry
| sky walking downward by the side OF Rose
at would be pleasanter to walk. he had
said, standing by the crowded omnibus, filled
with drowsy, crying children and wearied
| after seconds pause would you rather
mo ] Will come with you she had replied,
! 1T will save the SOUS"
So they had started homeward together
And ere very long Hans found himself re-
yertlng to those unfinished words OF the
Love-Inaking seemed DO natural 30 desir-
able under these circumstances, that 1t was
difficult TO think Of waking Up % the morrow
that where 1T Is 90 difficult to keep one, what
would be done II there was yet another.
| 1T Ia selfish Of me to ask you, Rose when
have nothing to offer, but l am young, and
strong, and willing to work-and love you
| Rose
Hans stood still as he spoke and his voice
trembled as he clasped the girls small hands
In his.
Rose was moved too. The tears stood Ii
her bright eyes, her cheeks looked pale In the
yes, dear Hans she said timidly, In that
sweet foreign tongue he had learned to love
Yes, see. We could not live upon moth.
flushing up into his face again as he said hes
/ itatin9Iy, 1--WE might be engaged? Could you
oh, know It Is asking . great deal, but
could you walt for me?"
"Ah, Hans, you must not think me unkind
butt would be 50 long, and -." There war
no mistaking the girls tones, even II The
words were little vague.
"And there 10 Andre Leroux?"
He is from my country" cried the CIR
Natural, among strangers, / should like to sec
and talk to countryman Of my own"
Eyes, dear Rose, am not blaming you
Do not think that. Az you say, among
strangers, Il is pleasant TO meet one who
speaks your language. Unjust be often lonely
Eyes, Hans" Rose replied, brushing tht
/ tears out Of her eyes. III 1t were not for yol
I should ind the little street but dull and sac
since the poor mother died. And, all" as they
entered the said street, here We ere vt home
i Hans
i She stretched out her hand as she spoke
and again Hans took 1t In his, and looked
down at her.
1T Is =. such pity she said softly "tha'
''such pity" he echoed sadly, looslng her
hand as he spoke.
"And you are not angry with me?" she
went on.
Angry no, certainly not. Why, see o
course you were right. It was silly Of me t,
ask you to wait; you might be an old woma1
before had enough for us to marry onl'
Eyes, dear Hans, It would never do knev
you would agree with ! me 1 when you though a; 3
always your friend, Rose. 1t does no
matter, you know, how poor a friend u.s..
Thus they parted; Rose to weep few tears
and then to fall asleep and dream OF Andre1
Leroux; Hans to ponder over whether Their
was nothing to be done, nothing he could dc
J to better his position.
It was so difficult, more difficult in the Pre-
sale light Of day eyen than when dreaming
over it pipe In mouth. In the soft summe
evenings.
Carving the letters Of dead friends nam
/ more often painting them on comm d
black wood, for the customers who sough
: out the little atelier of Hans Gottlieb Wer
} not often well-to-do-is not swift road to
fortune.
, And although he was not proud, and afte
: Roses remarks about the time wasted owe
} the wreath OF roses, which might perhap
/ have been turned to better account, he ha
h done what little odd jobs he could afte
working hours, still even then the little hea
Y Of saving did not seem to increase much.
Q And oftener ED oftener now, Hans noted
: certain M. Andre Leroux come up the mario
) street OF an evening, to walk up and down |
= the twilight with bis opposite neighbor:
Q Each time the sight Of the spruce Frene
! flower maker for Andres trade was til
same as Rose's-sent a throb of pain to tE
/ great honest heart Of Hans Gottlieb. But
! did not repine, did not blame Rose. It wa
!, one OF the many misfortunes Of not bein
t rich, that was all. But not cause for con
5 planning, only q burden, like 50 many other
1 that fall to the lot Of the poor mana pal
Q Of his days work.
1t was not SO often now. that Rose Cordit
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