St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-03-07
GWENDOL. " + .JI4ERBY.

AAOOL- ~ o. l. AbhD4s
She was lovely British maiden with
golden hair and yelyety-br0wn eyes, down.
cast and modest, out which managed, never
hc.eSS. To see more than many bOlder Orbs.
She was an heiress, sole heireSs to the large
fortune OF her aunt, Miss Grunter. quite
elderly lady with an aggressive manner, a
hOarse voice. and Squint. They were
staying az an asylum for timid travellers on
III, fashionable promenade at Heidelberg.
an establishment which boasted OF bacon
10 breakfast. while its rivals gave only
c"ifre 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 patron
age.
FridOlin HOlZkOpf was Heidelberg stu
dent, with seam over his nose. pudgi-
ness Of contour, an eyegass and a dog. and
was shining specimen of the jeuneSSe
dOre OF that place. lie was a corps student
| one of the noble band vino wear cOlOred
caps like pill-bOX covers. light sword duels
| padded and gOggled against severe injury,
cultivated aSSduUusly a capacity for hold
| ing twenty tall glasses OF beer per day. and
who, tOwed along the promenade and the
castle grounds by their big Danish hounds.
delight the eyes of susceptible young for
eign maidens like GwendOlen.
When FridOlin first Spied Miss Grunter's
0ewiIching niece in a window of the asy-
lum he walked thirty-seven times up and
down a small space of the promenade be
meath her delighted gaze-an act of devO-
ton which obliged him to have his boots
reSoied, and to dispense with his raw ham
| at supper FOR the remainder of the week.
| When the band played at the castle. Gwen
| dOlen. I'm CT eam-cOlOred muslin, would walk
up and down AZ NJ IS Grunter's side, bliss
tull in the cOnSc BUSINESS that presently, be
tween beers. her admirer would come up
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 to hold.
lie loved her passiOnately. madly; more
than his life and honor, almost as much as
his beer. Herr HOlzkOpf, being q younL
man of noble directneSs of purpose. asked
the proprietor of the asylum if Fraulen
| Fiutterby had any money. Learning OF her
expectations. he sent her a rectangular ar
| rangement of flowers surrounded with an
| embroidered paper tlOmce called bouquet
Heretofore his offerings of affection had
cen of the inexpensive Orignal-p0etry
order, but now he could afford 10 be reck-
less. To render himself still more irresiSt-
IDLE he cut live Sits in little blue caps
cheek. tied balloons to his dogs tail, and
| when he met his inamorita in the street
Saluted her with a contort,on of spine and
legs that crowded three ladies and poodle
into the gutter.
Gwendolen was bliSsfully happy, feeling
| herself to be the incentive to all this chiv-
| alTy-it was heaven to love and be loved
| by creature so worthy. The one drop
OF bitterness in her cup was her aunt's
blindness to the charms of FridOlin; she
heartleSsly spoke of him as that pig-eyed
fellow with the fat cheeks" and Tidiculed
mercileSsly his most delicate gallantrieS.
Young HOlZkOpf and his brave cOmpan-
| ions emerged from their drinking room
ODe night at the witching hour of II; it was
a festival, and they had imbIbed more beer
than usual, consequently they and their
| fifteen dogs made nOise-quite a noisy
noise. They passed beneath GwendOlen's
window. what had been her bower until
that day, but Mrs. Grunter, hearing rats
in her wardrobe. had changed bowers with
her niece. FTidolin, the ardent, proposed
a serenade, whereupOn 4 dozen berry
1 voices began shouting lively
refrain which dwelt much upon HerZen.
| They arrived at SchmerZen, when the shut
tiers flew open with bang, and an appari-
| ton alarming as unexpected glared upon
the groggy-Kneed trOubadours-MiSSG run-
ter in yellow flannel dressing-gOwn. night
cap and curl-papers, with jug of water i'm
her hand. instead of the lovely Gwendolen.
with blush and rosebud, the latter to be
dropped into the eager fingers and pressed
fervently 10 the lips of her ''chevalier sans
| peuT ct sans reprOche."
/ III, L
for a set of gOOd-for-nOthing. lazy, beer
bibbing brutes."
And the water came down splash upon
their eanary-eolored caps.
Gwen" said Miss Grunter the next
morning. with her most awful look. ''yOu
don't get penny of my money unless you
send that nulking jackanapeS in the yellow
cap oil about his business. If you speak
10 him again or allow any more of his idi-
utic oglmg disown you"
Too much adulatiOn had upset the gentle
GwendOlen, and she began to kick over the
traces.
Il don't need your money, aunt. with
| FridOln TO care for me-he loves me for
myself alone, not for the paltry fortune you
might leave me-"
Tell him you are not to get grOat, and
see how he will take it." SAID this knowing,
worldly old lady, with chuckle.
Tine Indignant maiden sought and found
an early opportunity for pouring her griev-
AnceS into her lovers ears.
I'VE shall love each other all the more.
being pOor-shall we not, Fridolin, darl-
ing?"
Fridolin turned pale green and instinct
lively felt for his hat.
"His regret for what / am to sacrifice fol-
his sake" thought GwendOlen. with gen
tie pressure of his Teutun fist.
That evening she received a hurried note
from her idol. His grandmother i'm a re
mote corner of Siberia was dangerously ILL.,
| and he was Obliged To start suddenly upOr
this long journey without time to bid hi,
! hearts darling adieu. But they would NEE
aLain.
They did not. however.
Long weeks afteTward some kind friend
told GwendOIen That Herr Hozkoprs jour
ney to Siberia had come 10 ali abrupt hal
ut a summer resort a few miles up Tn,
Neckar. Perhaps it was grief for hi,
grandmother which had overwhelmed hin
and forced him to tarry. or perhaps it wa
the charms of a certain widow with red ha
| and "A mountain of California gOld-alSC
living down her sorrow OH the romantic
shores of tine Neckar.
GwendOlen il now living i'm Switzerland.
n melancholy wreck of her former beauty
! and vivacity. She makes wax flowers and
is writing poem in twelve cantos and tn,
most cheerful stanZas are those i'm which
hearse rhymes with curse and dungeon with
bludgenn. When the poem is finished she
is going To marry professor of archaeology
aged IS. who has spent seven years over .
work called The Moral influence of The
Beetle Upon the Ancient Egyptians. He
subsiSts chiefly upon biscuits ahd cold NUT
ton. and does not know a v.o.et from sun