The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1879-06-28
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Always your friend, Rose. 1t does
not matter, you know how poor friend
Is" Thus they parted; Rose to weep 8
few tears, and then to fall asleep and
dream of Andre Leroux; Hans to pom
ger over whether there was nothing to
De done, nothing he could do, to better
his position.
1t was 80 difficult, more difficult in
the prosaic light of day even, than when
dreaming over it, pipe in mouth, in the
soft summer evenings.
| Carving the letters of dead friends
name-more often painting them on
common black wood, for the customers
VINO sought out the little atelier of Hans
GoItlIeb were not often well-to-do-is
not swift road to fortune.
And although he was not proud, and
after Roses remarks about the time
wasted over the wreath of roses, which
might perhaps have been turned to bet
ter account, he had done what little odd
jobs he could after working hours, still
even then the little heap Of savings did
not seem to increase much.
And oftener and oftener now, Hans
noted certain M. Andre Leroux come
up the narrow street of an evening, to
walk up and down in the twilight with
his opposite neighbor.
Each time the sight of the spruce
French flower maker-for Andres trade
was the same as Rose's-sent throb of
pain to the great honest heart of Hans
Gottleib. But he did not repine, did
not blame Rose. It was one of the many
mlsfortunes of not being rich, that was
all. But not cause for complaining,
only burden, like so many others that
fall TO the lot of the poor mana part
of his days work.
1t was not SO often now that Rose
Cordier ran across in the cleaning to
ask how his work progressed, and the
neighbors ceased to gossip and nod their
heads when they saw them speak to one
another. cit was changed, all that they
had thought likely to come to pass-the
wind was in another quarter now-they
could see, ah. yes, it was not difficult to
see what was coming"
Only the children did not forsake
Hans, but were just as eager to talk to
him and run after him as in the days
when there was no spruce Frenchman to
share with him the honor of the narrow
street.
Then came a morning when Hans, as
he worked, saw a couple issue from the
opposite house, followed by as many
| neighbors as could spare an hours holt
day; Rose, with a late Gloire de Dion
in her belt, a bright color on her cheeks,
and her dark eyes shining with pride
and happiness, and her hand ON Andres
arm.
"Good morning, Hans" she cried in
her sweet voice, as she passed his open
door. / am to be married this morn
ing, but we shall not take the wedding
holiday till Sunday. If you can come,
do" And then passed on before there
was chance of saying more than GA
happy future" That evening, as Hans
worked at the rose-wreath-it was nearly
completed now-he CHANGED 70 look
across to the window were he had so
often seen the bent head and the trim
figure. But tonight the lamp was lit,
for it soon grew dark now, too soon for
work to be relinquished with the twi-
light, and on the blind was the reflection
of two heads, of four busy hands.
Hans did not look again; ne drew
down his own blind then, and with q
sigh went back to the carving of his
delicate rose leaves.
But after that evening he gave up his
little room, packed his few goods, and
made up his mind to go away-to go to
Rome, that haven of ambitious minds.
Now that the little savings were not
all to be boarded against the day when
they might be wanted for another, it
was no use guarding them any more.
Better, so Hans decided, use them in
going away to where daily bread might
perhaps be easier come by than in this
narrow German town; where, perhaps,
even the carving he was so fond of might
gain him congenial work, and allow him
to put on one side this other work that
occupied him now.
Besides, if the worst came to the
worst, and he did drift into utter power
ty, it did not so much matter now.
And with that "now," Hans buried
the past and started forth on his travels
First, however, he went across the
street, and for the first time entered
Roses domain, Nine. Leroux, as he had
to call her.
81 have come to wish you good bye
Madame" he said. "And see, / have
brought you as parting present the
little wreath. 1t is finished now"
He laid it down as he spoke among the
colored roses on the table, between Mon
sieur and Madame as they sat at work
ooh, that is good of you, very good,
cried Rose, the ever ready tears coming
into her eyes. "And so you are goine
away? All, my husband" turning to
ward spruce, neat fingered M. Leroux
"thou must also wish Monsieur Ham
sGod-speed,' for in the old days before
was married, he was always kind friene
to me. And see also, what beautiful
present he has brought usi"
At his wife's words nj. Andre stood up
"Monsieur is amiable, most amiable
! Any friend of Madame is dear to tn
heart of Andre Lerouxl Let me- wisl
you Bon voyage and much prosperity
Then there was a brief farewell from
Hans, a few tears from Rose, anothe
bow from M. Andre, and Gottlieb ha'
departed, and the husband and wifi
were left alone.
oft is graceful, very graceful" sal
the Frenchman, lifting the parting gift
| of Hans. zone would scarcely hav
; thought his great hands could have fash
) toned such a thing. When it grow
dark, dear wife, if you fetch nail an
a piece of cord, will myself attach j
, TO the WALTZ
"Itis pretty" said his wife. "I Away
8 thought so, but now, Andre, that Sc
= it among all these red roses, am sur
that what l said of it at first is quit
true-it wants cOlOrP"
"You have it exactly, my wife," re