Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1879-07-04

be often lonely for you?''
"Yes, Hans, Rose replied, brushin.
the tears out of her eyes. .If it wer,
not for you, should find the little stree
but dull and sad since the poor mother
died. And, ah, .as they entered thu
said street, here we are at home! How
quickly we have comel Goodnight
Hans. W a
She stretched out her hand as she
spoke, and again Hans took it in his
and looked down at the pretty face.
&c 1t is such a pity" she said, softly
that you have no money" 7
"Such PITY" he echoed, sadly, loos.
ing her hand as he spoke.
"And you are not angry with meP'
she went on.
"AngryP no, certainly not. Why,
see, of course, you were right. 1t was
silly of me to ask you to wait; YOU might
be an old woman before / had enough
for us to marry ON
"Yes, dear Hans, it would never do.
l knew you would agree with me when
you thought it over. But you will still
remain my friendP"
Always your friend, Rose. 1t does
not matter, you know, how poor friend
is" Thus they parted-Rose to weep a
few tears, and then to fall asleep and
dream of Andre Leroux; Hans to pom
der over whether there was nothing to
be done, nothing he could do, to better
his position.
1t twas so 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
who sought out the little atelier 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 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 q certain M. Andre Leroux come
up the narrow street of au evening, to
walk up and down in the twilight with
his opposite neighbor.
Each time the sight of the spruce
French ower-m9ker-for Andres trade
was the same as Roses-sent q 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 many
misfortunes of not being rich, that was
all. But not cause for complaining,
only a burden, like so many Others that
fall to the lot of the poor mana part of
hisa dy's work.
1t was not so often now that Rose Cor
dier ran across in the cleaning to ask
how his work progressed, and the neigh
bors ceased to gossip and nod their
heads when they saw them speak to one
another. "It was changed, all that,
that they had thought likely to come to
pass: the wind was in another quarter
dcut ddRK tpfGS g sGe What att was as comng SaS not
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 mar
row street.
Then came morning when Hans as
he worked saw 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, bright color on her cheeks,
and her dark eyes shining with pride
and happiness, her hand on Andres
arm.
a" 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 we'd
ding holiday till Sunday. If you can
come, do" And then passed on before
there was a chance ofSaying more than
A happy future !" That evening as
Hans worked at the rose wreatb-it was
nearly completed now-he CHANGED to
look across to the window where he had
so often seen the bent head and 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 rehec-
tion of two heads-of four busy hands.
Hans did not look again; he drew
down his own blind then, and with a
sigh went back to the carving of his
delicate rose leaves. l Ia#t
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 bt
easier to come by than in this narrow
German town; where perhaps even tht
carving he was so fond of might gair
him congenial work, and allow him tC
put on one side this other work that oc
cupied him now.
Besides, if the worst came to the worst
and he did drift into utter poverty, it dit
not so much matter now.
: And with that ''now" Hans buried tn
past and started forth on his travels.
First, however, he went across th,
street, and for the first time entere,
Roses domain-Madame Leroux, as h
had to call her. Il
AZ have come to wish you goodbye
madame" he said "And see, | hav
F brought YOU, as parting present, tn
little wreath. 1t is finished now"
He laid it down as lie spoke amongs
the colored roses on the table, betwee
monsieur and madame as they sat a
work.
"Oh, that is good of you, very good
! cried Rose, the ever-ready tears comm
; into her eyes. And so you are goin
awavp All, my husband" turning tc
! ward spruce, neat-hngered NJ. Lerouz
"thou must also wish Monsieur Han
godspeed,' for in the old days before
was married he was always kind frien
to me. And see, also, what a beautift
present he has brought us!"
. At his wife's words M. Andre stoo
! up.
-. Monsieur is amiable, most amiablt
5 ANY friend of madame's is dear to th
{ heart of Andre Leroux! Let me wis
I. you Bon voyage and much prosperity,
e Then there was brief farewell fror
. Hans, few tears from Rose, anotht