St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-02-03
GWENDoLEN FLUTTERBY.

nevertheless. to see more than many holder
orbs. She was an heiress. too, sole heiress
to the large fortune of her aunt. Miss
Grunfer. a quite elderly lady with an az
gressive manner, hoarse voice, and
squint They were staying at an asylum
for timid travellers on the fashionable pro-
menade at Heidelberg; an establishment
which bnasted Of bacon for breakfast,
while rivals gave only coffee and rolls with
limited butter. This bacon together with
the view obtained from the asylum windows
Of the castle-a rare rosy old beauty in
trailing rObes OF green-WOn Miss Grunter's
golden patronage.
Eridoln HOlzkODf was a Heidelberg
student with seam over his nose, pudgi-
ness Of contour. an eyeglass and dog. aud
was shining specimen OF the Jeunesse
dOre of that place. He was corps stud
ent one of that noble band who wear
colored caps like pill-box-cOyers. hight
sword duels padded and goggied against
severe injury. cultivated assiduOusly a capa-
city for holding twenty tail glasses of beer
per day, and who towed along the prOmen-
ade and castle grounds by their big Danish
hounds, delight the eyes OF susceptible
young foreign maidens like GwendOlen.
When FridOlin frst spied Miss Grunter's
bewitching niece in window or the asylum
he walked thirty-seven times up and down
a small space of the promenade beneath
her delighted gaZe-an act OF devotion
which Obliged him to have his boots re-
sOled, and 10 dispense with his raw ham
for supper for the remainder of the week
When the band played az the castle Gwen
DOZEN, in cream-colored muslin. would walk
I'D and down at Miss Grunter's side, bliss
full i'm the consciousness that presently, be-
tween his beers, her adnirer would come
and walk past her four or five times with
all his soul in his eyes. They were rather
small eyes and would not hold much, but
then there was not very much 10 hold.
He loved her passiOnately. madly; more
than his life and honor. almost as much as
his beer. Herr Kolzkopf being young
man OF noble directness OF purpuse. asked
the proprietor of tine asylum If Fraulein
Flutterby had any money. Learning OF
her great expectations. he sent her a rect
angular arrangement Of flowers surrounded
with an embroidered paper dounee called a
bouquet. Hitherto ms offerings OF affection
had been of the inexpensive original poetry
| order. but now he could afford to be Teck-
less. To render himself still more irresist-
able. he cut tiye Sits In little blue-cap'S
cheek. tied balloons TO his dogs tail, and
when he met his inamOTata IN the street
Saluted her with a cOntOTtiOn of spine and
! legs that crowded three ladies and a poodle
into the gutter.
GwendOlen was blissfuly happy, feeling
/ herself 10 be the incentive TO all this chival
ry-it was heaven TO love and be loved by a
creature so worthy. The one drop of bit
terness in her cup was her aunts blindness
| 10 the charms OF FridOlin; she heartlessly
spoke Of him as that pig-eyed fellow witt
the fat face" and ridculed mercilessly his
most delicate galiantries.
Young HolzkOpf and his brave eompan-
ions emerged from their drinking-roOm one
night at the witching hour or -; il was a
festival. and they had imbibed more bee
than usual, consequently they and their
fifteen dogs made a nOise-quite a noisy
noise. They passed beneath GwendOlen':
window. what mad been her bower till thai
day. but Miss Grunter. hearing rats in hel
wardrobe, had changed bowers with hel
niece. Fridolin. the ardent. proposed &
serenade whereupon dozen berry voice:
began shouting a lively refrain which
dwelt much upon HerZen. They arrived
at Sehmerzen. when the shutters flew oper
with a bang, and an apparitiOn alarming
| as unexpected glared upon the groggy-
kneed troubadours-MiSsG runter in yellow
flannel dreSsing-gown, nightcap, and curl
ing-papers. with jug of water in he
hand, instead of the lovely Gwendolen
! witha blush and rosebud. the latter TO b,
dropped into the eager fingers and pressed
fervently to the lips of her ''cheyalier SAN
peur ct sans reprOche."
Take thatI" cried the enraged lady
"for a set of good-for-nothing, lazy, beer
billing brutes"
And the water came down splash upol
their canary colored caps
Gwen said Miss Grunter the mex
morning, with her most awful look. ''yol
don't get a penny of my money unless yol
send that hulking jackanapes in the yellow
cap of about his business. If you speak +
him again or allow any more of his idoti
ogling disOwn you"
Too much adulatiOn had upset the gentl
Gwendolen, and she began 10 kick over tn
traces.
Il don't need your money, aunt, witt
Fridolin to care for me-he loves me 70
myself alone. not for the paltry fortune yO
might leave me-"
Tell him you are not to get groat, an
see how he will take it, said this knowing
worldly old lady, with chuckle.
The indignant maiden sought and fOun
an early opportunity for pouring her grie'
ances into her lovers ears.
I'VE shall love each other ali the more
being poor-shall we not, Fridolin, da
: ling?"
Fridolin turned pale green and instinc
lively felt for his hat.
His regret for what am to sacrifice 70
his sake" thought Gwendolen. with gel
tie pressure eff his solid Teutonie hst
: That evening she received hurried no
! from her idol. His grandmother in a r
mote corner of Siberia was dangerously Il
4 and he was Obliged To start suddenly upo
e this long journey without time to bid
) hearts darling adieu. But they would me
again.
: But they did not. however.
Long weeks afterward some kind frieI
told GwendOlen that Herr Holskopfs jou
ney TO Siberia had come to an abrupt ha
: at a summer resort few miles up q
: Neckar. Perhaps il was grief for b
grandmother which had overwhelmed hi
and forced him to tarry, or perhaps il w;
2 the charms of certain widow with red hs
2 and mountain of California gold-al.
i living down her sorrow on the romant
r shores of the Neckar.
Gwendolen is now living in Switzerland
a melancholy wreck of her former beau
and vivacity. She makes wax flowers, al
q is writing poem in twelve cantos. and Z
4 most cheerful stanZas are those i'm wifi
hearse rhymes with curse and dungeon wi
: bludgeOn. When the poem is finished 81
e is going to marry professor of archRolog
n aged 5s, who has spent seven years over
S work called The Moral Influence of 4
It Beetle upon the Ancient Egyptians" 1
subsists chiefly upon biscyits and cold mu
;. ton, and does not know violet from a su
q flower, so Gwendolen believes she C:
. trust him.