The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-06-22
A WREATH OF ROSES.

10 was 80 narrow, this little back street In
the quaint, old fashioned German town, that
Hans Gottlieb could, II he had SO wished,
have shaken hands out Of the window with
his opposite neighDor.
The sun that shone 30 bravely elsewhere
was seldom visible here; only In the early
morning few golden CLEANS found their
way La, and gave faint encouragement to the
two Or three flowers that blossomed In pots
on the window sill.
On such occasions Hans would pause In his
work, knowing full we'll what was coming
how the easement opposite would be flung
open, and q girls voice. singing blithe lit
tie French song, would ring across the silent
street to his listening ears; how slim, pref
ty figure would for moment stand framed
III the blossoming scarlet runners, a pretty
figure, with dark French eyes, and black hair,
drawn up under white cap, u beautiful con-
trast, SO Hans thought, to his comedy, yellow
haired countrywomen. As soon as this vision
appeared Hans would pause In his work and
turn his eyes towards 1t; would wait until
the watering Of the flowers and the singing
OF the song were alike ended, and then would
approach his window.
across In that pretty foreign German that
was 80 enchanting In his ears-"dood morn
Ing, Monsieur Gottlieb," and then with nod
and smile the trim little figure would
vanish into the dark shadows, and Hans
return to his work.
But though life was too busy with these
two, and bread difficult enough to win, even
when one worked hard for 1t, 50 that neither
could afford to idle away the minutes to talk,
yet Hans, as he worked, dreaming Of the days
when stOne-carving would not mean daily
bread, but honor and glory to those he loved.
was pleasantly conscious all the time OF q
dark head bent over table drawn close UP
to the window opposite-a table covered with
many bright coiored scraps Of muslin and
paper-which In due course, under these deft,
small hands, became summer flowers; at this
short distance seeming to the lOoker-on the
spells OF a June garden
Thus they worked day after day, these two,
90 near together, yet 80 far apart, abstaining
from oil conversation which might have made
the days pass more quickly; but then 40
hours idleness might mean going supperless
she loved thesound Of her own voice, refrained
from making use OF II, exceptfo for an occasion
al song. But when the day was over, when
the GOODNESS In the little close street, and the
shadowy gray Of the strip Of sky overhead
gave notice that the long summer day was
drawing to all end, when the small room grew
dark, then Rose would rise and open-the door,
to interchange greetings and gossip with the
neighbors-With the women sltting on 1nelr
1oor-steps, knltblhg III Inc peaeeIui IWlngnlI,
fathers returning from their work; with the
young men lettering about smoking, Ior Rose
had always bright word and look for every
man. woman and child she knew.
And they were all fond OF her-of this little
foreigner who had come among them four
years ago with a. old mother, since dead. and
who earned her daily bread honestly among
them.
Then a. II grew even darker, Hans Colt,
lleb would become aware That the day and
Its work were over ana would lay aside his
chisel, and also seek what little fesh air there
was ct the door Of his dwelling: lie did not
laugh or gossip with his nelghbors, Us did
q Hose Oordier; y was not n1s way, ana this
William street J, rect Beyond coed evening,
neighbor, they dld not seek TO disturb him In
the enjoyment 81 his evening pipe, only occa-
6lonaliy hose Woulu sIep across and ask nam
What ne was aI WorK upon, or II ne had q
GOOD orueri ana Inen p9or Hans, 1ushln9 ~
over nls Ialf lace, Woulu proceeq 70 describe
MS WORK, pis prospects, untll hose, Win 9
pretty snrug o. ner snoulaers. Wqula ten nm
10 ner lorelgn derman sne eouna not una ,at
stand MN; ne musI speak slower, mucL
slower ~ was goo laIe nov, DlL y "
yes tomorrow, he must Iry ana explain II al
again, for IL was interesting, 90 ngere eg
n but !or now ~ must y De eoo,u-nlgns, Eouu .
nignG W everyone, aha the silRnI, It'll llguIs
Inc nelghpors, watchlng hans as q.
strolied UP and down the little street , aite I,
one another. "Ah, when there Is enough fol
two over yonder, there WIN ne weddlng !
such was The form The whisper4in1g Inc. took ko,,,.
Even the hardest WORKERS a take e. nond "a.
Rantist is esteemed in Freidrichblrp the lie
oitfmata sumner holiday 81 ali its industriou
inhahitants. The happy dav ia spent accord
inu To nm MD oIstnm at q small Village som
thrraa milea d;atant fro ~ q tha toun SShera
time-honored fair Is held. ~ q - '
the hundred and one shows that are the right