The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-09-19
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 Oae evening in the far~o6f FasAeFiAn6, as sAe leaned over the gate and waieaa fnr the coming ot the re0-cAeeked and 6axen-haired FEi:s, she sAyly whispered to heEself:
 In little time we shall be married. My mother will live with us, and Fritz will whistle and will sing all day long in our happiness Ahl FilI So jolly ] So honest So truthful Was ever another boy like him2
 Her heart beat faster as she heard the echo of his wooden shoes oa she hard path, and she threw open the gate and ran hallway down to meet him,
 "Whatl Frita illl"
 "No."
 "No."
 Bat something has happened2 ?"
 He led her 10 the bench under the old pear tree and witn his arm about her he explained that he was going away-across the ocean ito America. He could make little money in Germany-he could make fortune in America. The idea of separation grieved him more than he could tell, but it would not be for long. In couple of years-in three at most he would come back to claim his bride. And so he talked and argued and pleaded, and with her heart almost choking her, and her eyes SO full of tears that she could not see his face in the moonlight, Katrina whispered:
 You shall go, and shall wait for you. l shall wait two years-three-fv fve-for- ever. believe in you as in my God"
 h week Fritz was on his way, and if katriRa's blue eyes were never clear ot tears his heart was never fee from pain. By and by letter came from him then another and another; and for year Kat rina was happy. He had found work and was doing well. He loved her with all his soul-he would work and save and return to her.
 And the days made weeks and the weeks made months of the second year The letters did not come so often, and there was something in their tenor which provoked anxiety,
 "Ah but he is so busy, aud perhaps he was very tired" Katrina's old mother would say. "Friiz Is faithful and true be patient"
 When the weeks were running into months of the thir year Katrina was an orphan. Letters from Fntz now came only at such long intervals that her soul was sick with the waiting and hoping. He still claimed to love her, and he still hoped to return for her, but he had be en ili-was out of work-had me, with loss always something to put the .lpe far ther away.
 Why no,2" she suddenly asked her. self one evening as she sat under the same pear tree. It is hard task poor Fniz has taken upon himself. 1 will tighten his labors. He cannot come to me, but l will go to him, Let the world talk. We love each other-we are to be man and wife"
 A month later Katrina was walking the streets of the city in which her Fritz was living She did not know his abid. ing place. but she would walk and walk she would inquire of every kind.fAced man-she would whisper her errand to every woman, and she would find Friiz He would be so glad-and they would be so happy, and the thought of 1t brought such smiles to her face that men turned to look and wonder.
 Oue-two-three days Of weary and frultless search, but she was not discour- aged. On the fourth day, as she wan. dered up and down, her heart suddenly stood sull. Out from a side street came her Frllz. Yes, she would know him among ten thousand. The same red cheeks--the same faxen hair the same smile cf good nature.
 " Fri'z-oh FIiz. It is Lit is your Katrina
 Joy must have blinded her tor the m O. ment, for she did not sec that he had company that a woman walked beside him and looked up into his face as only a wife can look.
 Katrina stood before them. She looked from one to the other, and her woman s instinct told her the truth. Fn,z had played her false, He was married. White faced - trem bling heart broken, she looked into his eyes. He was pale, bu, firm
 " Fritz On. Fritz she ga ped.
 ' do not know you he replied.
 " And this is my Frilz my lover-my pledged husband
 Woman, move out of our path
 She obeyed Straight before her was the river. Crushed and d4zed and walk ing as one in her sleep. she walked on and down to the wharf The swift, deep waters were at her feet.
 She turned and looked back to the spot where she had encountered her faithless lover.
 Poor Frpz-perhaps it was bes, she murm ured.
 Next moment the fierce tide was bear ing her body away and ,he hear, which had kept faith so long and trusted so we'll was s,iiled n dea'h
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