New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1886-12-12


spot liking itself on her cheeks and her blue eyes
growing sadder with every week Franz. the son
OF their Old neighbor at home, hated this crowded
city as she did, and urged her to take her chances
and mary him, even II as yet, he was only iaborer
In the market gardens out on the Island. There
G we're minutes when Lotte nearly yielded. but the
loved him and she had always submit
ted: Perhaps in time he would yield
and learn again to care for the old life OF the
country.
At last change came but there was IN it re-
lease, only closer imprisonment Peter and Ann,
chen had followed brother TO Chicago and opened
shop double the size of the old one, and they
hardly settled when Liescben sickened suddenly
and after long illness died. For many weeks there
was no earning. tven the angry Grossvater saw
that it was impossible. and doled out reluctantly
the money they had elped him to save. LIeschen
had always tretted him. Lotto was the best gift
she had ever made the Bauer name. and when the
funeral was over, be went home secretly relieved
that the long watch was over; went home TO lind
that the precious chest, hidden always under piles
of bedding in the closet where he locked his own
possessions. had disappeared. There had been
moving from the story above. Men had gone up
and down for an hour and no one had noticed
specially what was carried. There was 10 clew,
even after days of searching and Grossvater Bauer
who had rushed madly to the police station
haunted II now, with imDloring questions. till told
they could do nothing and that he must keep away.
lie sank then into the sort of apathy that had held
him when the news came from Sedan. He went to
the fire when night came, with only an impatient
shake of the head when Lotto tried to comfort him.
Till then no one had realized his age but now his
hair whitened and his broad shoulders bowed. He
was an old man. and Lotte sald to herself that his
earning days were nearly over. and worked an hour
or two later that the weeks gain might be little
larger and comfort him.
She came home one afternoon with her bundle Of
work. Gretchen was nearI thirteen and had helped
her carry H. and had shrunk back frightened as the
foreman put q finger under her chin. and nodded
smiingy at the peach-like face and the great blue
eyes. Lotte struck down his hand passionately.
She knew better than Gretchen what the smile
meant The child should never know if SIZE could
help it,, and g. she did not mind the evil
here were people standing at their doors, as
she went slowly up the stairs, her breath coming
quickly as now it always did when she climbed
them
Poor sOull' one Of them said. "she little
knows what she's coming tor
WAS ist los !" Lotte cried as the door opened
and then shrieked aloud, for the Grossvater
lay there on the bed. crushed and dsfgured and
almost speechess. but lifting one hand feebly as
"A sugar hogshead." somebody said. at rolled
over him when he Thought II was firm and brought
aGwn barrels Ta Tor hes post fs2p
He would be brought here, but what Will you do
with hlmi"
another. Cant you see he's goingi" But by
morning no change had come, nor for many morn
ngs The wounds and bruises slowly healed, but
for the one hand that moved toward her. there
no signs of life. The strong body held by
paralysis might linger for years, and
Lotte must earn for him and for
been possible for Gretchen had place
cash-girl and earned two dollars week. and Lisa
was promised one after New Years. But il
hard winter. They ate only what they must. and
Lotte's blue ewes looked out from hollow sockets,
and she shlvered with cold. Wages had fallen, and
they fell faster and faster TIL tv January her ten
and twelve hours work broU ght her but SIX dollars
instead of the eight nine >he had always earned.
The foreman she hated made everything az difficult
possible Though the bundle came ready from
the cutting -roO N. he had managed more tn once
slip ont some essential piece. and thus lessened
her weeks wages, no price being paid where gar
ment returned unfinished. He had often done
this where girls had refused his advances, yet 1t
was impossible TO MAKE complaint. The great
house Cana-st. left these matters entirely with
HIM and regarded complaint matchmaking.
LOtte tried Others, but wages were even less. She
was sure OF work here, and pay was prompt.
But long before the spring Lisa had
sickened and died. and LOtte buried her the Pot
ter's Field; and hurried home to make up the lost
time. and hush the crying little ones as she could.
IL did not occur to her that she could write to Ann
chen and ask for help, and Franz had quarreled
with Der because she did not put the GrOssvater
IN hospital and send the children to some asy-
lum: ~ -
said, but never with the Grossyater who hlndered
and spoiled everything."
"He has cared for me always even when he was
hard said Lotte. IL shall care for him now; and
Franz rushed away and had come no more.
For year Lotte's struggle went on. She knew
only the one form of work and she dared not take
"If it we're not for the Grossvater.' she said.
land the children, should have place and work
in the country and grow strong. but cannot If
die before them what can they dot
there was other trouble. Gretchen's light little
She was fourteen and tall and far,
fretting against the narrow life and re-
fusinp to STAY indoors when evening came
one day she did not come home and when Lotto
sought her she saw only the evil smile and trl-
umphant eyes of the foreman who had followed
her a year ago aud who laughed IN her face as he
shuttle door go
You'd better come IN yourself" he called
You'd fare better If you did"
Lotte went home dumb and sat down at her ma
chine. there money in the hon Sc nor
would be till she mad taken home this work, but
as she bent over ii the blood poured In a stream
from her mouth She tried to rise, but fell back
and when the screaming children had brought IN
neighbors LOtte's struggle was quite over When
they had buried her III the Potters Field by Lisa,
they took the bundle of work stained with her life
blood and carried it back to its owners.
% she'll need no more" said the old
neighbor from the floor above as she
LAID 1t on the counter. You've cut
her down and cot her down, till there wasn't
life left 10 stand jt longer. There's not one of you
to blame you say, but that know. know you've
fastened her coffin lid with nails o your own max
in an that sooner or later you'll come face 10 face,
an find that red-hot is cowld to the hate thaps
maxim ready for you. An as for him that stands
tbeI smIn' If 1t weren't for the laws that spare
the guilty and send the innocent IT, their deaths,
God knows IL would be the best thing these hands
ever dld to tear him to bits. But there's no one 10
| blame. Yere sure o. that. Wait while. The
days comm when you'll maybe think different, an
may God speed itW
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