Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1885-07-02
ADomestio Dinlomate.

She was a buxom young German
woman, with red cheeks, light blue
eyes, and flaxen hair. He was a ro-
bust looking young German artisan,
with long, 1.-the limbs, tawny hair as
yet unkempt, and eyes that were still
heavy after the previous nights spree.
They came out side by side from the
tombs prison, to which he had been
committed from the police court on
a charge of ''drunk and disorderly."
She had just paid his fine and taken
him out" As they passed out together
the woman's tongue broke loose and
the storm swept down.
Drunk again, you good-for-nothing
bube3" she cried, "a nice husband
you vas for any woman. vas tired
Nav, Frida," interposed the hus-
band, in honeyed accents.
Don't | told you don't van to talk
NIT your
You don't, eh?' with rising asper-
ity.
mo, and don't want your face again
about der house to see.
''Goot, den," cried the man; II am
TANNED glad. / go me off. Adieu,
mein liebshen, adieu."
The man skipped gayly across the
street He waved his hat above his
head, as if intoxicated with delight
over his recently acquired liberty. He
disappeared down side street. He
ensconced himself in doorway
The woman walked on few PAGES.
Then she looked over her shoulder.
The man was nowhere in sight. The
angry flush in her cheeks died away.
Her pace slackened Again she looked
over her shoulder. Not a trace of him
was to be seen. She stopped.
She waited irresolutely on the curb
stone for nearly forty seconds. Then
she crossed to the opposite sidewalk.
She looked along the street down
which he had disappeared. Not as
much as the tail of his coat to be seen!
She ran down the street few steps
and called: "Gustav! Gustayr There
was no reply. But, unperceived by
her, head, with covering of tawny
hair, was peeping around doorway
some distance off.
She shrugged her shoulders angrily
and began to retrace her steps. But
-she only went ten PAGES. She sank
down on doorstep and buried her
face In her hands. She was sobbing
as if her heart would break. The
owner of the head with the tawny
hair stepped from the doorway. Put
ting his hands in his pockets he walked
up the street with an air of supremest
nonchalance. He was nearly abreast
of the weeping woman when she raised
her tear-stained face The flushed
cheeks grew yet redder as her eyes fell
upon him. In an instant she was on
her feet. Her arms were around his
neck. She was weeping on his breast.
Gustav put her gently but firmly
aside. His attitude was one of naughty
GOODNESS.
'Let me go mein way" he said; II
am tired Won your bad temper, und
'But, Gustav, listen, y interposed the
weeping Frida.
Il tell you no. Ven speak no more
ven We pass ply.
As this terrible decision was pro-
nounced the woman fell into a violent
paroxysm of weeping. She was be-
coming hysterical. Gustav's haughti-
ness and frigidity of manner became
somewhat relaxed.
Perhaps ven you promise to behafe
yourself" he began, magnanimously.
"Oh, yes, yes.
''Den, donnerwetter, viii dis time
forgif your
''Oh, Gustav, mein schatzr"
oh, schatz, dein? was good-for-
noting bube, yoost now.''
ZACH Colt! vas verrueckt to say so.
Du Dist Sc lebenswuerdig so gutr'
ia, dot is so. But now, let us 90
home. My tongue is so dry as piece
leather. Wee drink glass beer
together"
Leaning on Gustay's arm Frida
passed up the street, her face radiant
with smiles shining through the recent
tears.-Nea0 York Herald.