Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1879-08-02


Cihd dlpoor mother died. And ah,' a
kth6y entered the said street, 'her'
We axe ct home! How quickly vi
have come! Good night Hans
n She stretched out her hand al
aho spoke, and again Hans took il
|in hie, and looked down at the pref
! ty56nee. 's.e .
h tltls such . PITY she said softly
||thnt you have no money
ueh : PITY he echoed sadly
|lo0ning her hand as he spoke.
n knd yo4 are not angry with me
|SS y won't on.
kngryl no certainly not. Why
M course you were right. l,
n ~ 10 Z ia . waits
Il6d enOngh for Us to marry onv
Yes, dear Hans, it would never
do. 4knew you would agree with
me wPn you thought it over. Blu,
you wiz still remain my friend
'AlwEs your friend Rose. II
does nd matter, you know, how
Door a fiend is.' Thus thew part
ed: Rose to weep a few tears, and
then to fall asleep and dream Of
Andre Ilsroux Hans to ponder
over wheiher there was nothing tt
be done, tothing he could do to bet
ter his pol ton.
1t was sd difficult, more difficult
in the pro'aic light of day even
than when dreaming over it with
pipe in mouth, in the soft summer
evenings.
Carving tie letters of a dead
friends name more often painting
them on common black wood, fol
the customers who sought out the
little 0telier of Hans Gottlieb were
not often well.to do-is not a swift
road to fortune.
And although he was not proud
and after Roses remark about the
time wasted over the wreath of
roses, which might perhaps have
been turned to better account, he
had done what little odd jobs he
could after working hours, still even
the little heap of savings did not
seen to increase much.
And oftener and oftener now
Hans noticed a certain M. Andre
Leroux come up the narrow street
of an evening to walk up and down
in the twilight with his opposite
neighbor.
eeh time the sight Of the spruce
French flower.maker-fop Andres
trade was the same as Rose's-sent
a throb Of pain to the great honest
heart of Hans Gottlieb. But he
did not repine, did not blame Rose
1t was one Of the misfortunes of not
being rich, that was all. But not a
cause for complaining, only q bur.
den, 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. 1T
was changed, all that, 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 for
sake Hans but were ejust 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 o morrow, when Hans
as be worked saw a couple issue
from the opposite house, followed
by as many neighbors as could spare
an hours holiday; Rose with late
gloire do Dion in her belt, bright
color on her cheeks, and her dark
eyes shining with pride and happi-
ness, her hand on Andres arm.
"Good morning, Hans" she cried
in her sweet voice as she passed
his open door. ~ am going to be
married this morning, but we shall
not take the wedding holiday till
Sunday. If you can come, do.'
And then passed on before there
was q chance to say more than "a
happy future" That evening as
Hans worked at the rose wreath
it was nearly complete nOw-he
chanced to look across to the win.
dow where he had 90 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 relin quished with the
twilight, and on the blind was the
reflection of ts0o heads, of four busy
hands.
Hans did not look again; he
drew down his own blind then, and
with q sigh went back to the cary.
ing 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 &c