Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-04-26

ers), and to talk to him in the musical bad
German, which at once pleased and amused
her. And finally, when she went away, ne
protested that he was better.
"The Fraulien," he said, with flourish
of his faded hand, "Was an enchantress.
She had already given him new life"
But he was mistaken. This headache and
heaviness was but the beginning of his i'll.
ness-and Mary Tyson cheerfully nursed
him through it ALL"
"a sweet young Fraulein," said the Herr,
patting her hand-"a Fraulein with heart
of gold If it werenot for thee, pretty one,
1 should have been coffined under six feet
of ground. How can | pay thee for the
hours thou hast sat beside my bed, the weary
watches, the many little luxuries that thou
hast purchased from thine own purse
Wilt thou accept one of my singing birds,
Fraulein Maria?"
Mary Tyson cared but little for the bird
for its own sake. But she saw how eagerly
the Herr awaited her reply.
81 shall be so glad :" she said kindly.
"And which shall it be? Nay, pretty one,
do not fear-thy kindness has, to me, been
worth many birds. Shall it be the brown
thrush that sings like the flute? or the
nightingale or the lark ?" he persisted.
HI-I think l should like that canary"
said Mary, pointing to small gold-winged
creature on a stem of hemlOck, above her
head.
"Nay, Fraulein Maria," gently reasoned
the old man, "the canary is but a, common
bird. Take an old mans advice, and take
the brown lark with the eyes that shine so
brightly, and the throat lined with silver:
Stop a minute, Fraulein Maria-they tell
me that you are betrothedt toa worthy youth
but poor %
eyes" said Mary, calmly. ave are en-
gagged. We shall be married when we have
saved up enough money to furnish room"
"Ah," said Herr Zohn. "Itiswell. The
little bird will help thee to furnish. When
thou windest him up, he will sing. And
thou needest not to feed or care for him,
aha ~
"What bright eyes he has," said Mary.
"They sparkle like clear drops of dew!'
The old man chuckled. "Take him
home," he said. 'He will sing for thee.
But be very careful of him. The strength
and the knack are going out ofmy old hands
now. shall make no more birds"
Mary looked pityingly at him. "What a
cold human oyster that nephew of his must
be-" thought she, mot to come when Mrs.
Crudge sent word that he was ill {! | shall
talk to Reuben about it! !"
Reuben Grover, an enterprising young
lapidary, believed in Mary, and Mary's
ideas, most implicitly-and when she told
him about the poor old man, he burst out
vehemently:
"Polly, I'll tell you what. There's plenty
of room in that Sixth Avenue fiat I've been
looking at. Why don't we adopt the old
Herr? Why don'twe take him in, and care
for him? We've neither of us any parents,
and"
"Oh, Reuben, should like it so much, if
YOU wouldn't mind" said Mary. "But,
forgot-I put the little bird-cage in my
pocket to show you!"
(For this peculiar young couple were do
ing their love-making on one Of the Central
Park benches in default Of any more seclu-
ded spot y
''The bird cagen repeated Grover. "Why,
the bird must be smOthered long agOw
"Oh, but this is one of the kind that don't
smotheru" said Mary, bursting out laugh
ing. can artificial lark, Reuben, in a box,
don't you know? And hesings if you wind
him up-so! The dear old Herr gave him
to me. He manufactures them."
"Whew-W-w!" said Reuben, as Mary
wound up the tiny spring, and the lark,
opening his small beak, began to carol de-
liciously.
The nearest park policeman came dubi-
ously near them, as a crowd assembled.
"Look here, you," said he, "if you've
been a-trappin' the wild birds here, remem-
ber as its a fineable offense. Eth! What
Artificial! Well, / never"
And the policeman grinned broadly, and
stretched his neck over the little. mob OF
nursemaids and children to see the marvel.
But Reuben's honest gray eyes had dilated
with surprise as the lark warbled on and on.
"Let me look at it moment" said he.
"There,- best walk on, Mary"
And thrusting the still vOciferOus lark
into his breast pocket, he gave his arm to
Mary Tyson, and they walked on.
"Polly," he said, in a low voice, when
they were out of earshot, "did you notice
that birds eyes?"
"Yes," said Mary, carelessly. ''They were
very bright, weren't they? Too brightto be
natural, 1 thoughts"
''They are diamonds" said Reuben, "Of
the first water!'
"Diamondsn cried Mary. "Impossible ~
"Do you suppose l don't know an Old
Mine stone, when l see it 20 said Reuben,
smiling. "And me in the business, too: |
tell, you, Polly, those stones are worth eight
or nine hundred dollars each"
"Then," said Mary starting, "there has
been some mistake. IluSG take llle DlIu
back to Herr at once"
But the old Herr only shook his head and
smiled, when she eagerly explained to him
what she believed to be his mistake.
"There is no error, Fraulein Maria," he
said. 81 am not SO poor as thou thought
save in friends and home. 1t is my we'd
ding present to thee, child, the eardrops
which belonged once to Meme M,Hter"
And nothing could induce the Herr to
take back his gift.
But he went to live with the young couple
when they were married and settled down,
and when, after five or six years he died,
his property-no small sum-was Willed to
them and their children.
And when Mr.. Bruce bennington saw the
death of "Sigismond Zohn" in the papers,
he only remarked: GA good thing that
Providence has seen fit to remove him.
One doesn't know what to do with poor re-
lations like that?"
For Mr.. Bruce bennington knew nothing
about entertaining angels unawares ''-
Shirley BrOUne.
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