The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1889-01-04
The Professors Gift.
A German Love STORY.

German Love STORY.
Every woman desires, above all
things, to be loved, aud Frica was
no exception to the rule. but when it
came to hcing put upon II PEDESTAL
and worshined from IL distance the
pleasure did not outlast the novelty.
1t was cold up there all alone, and
she wanted to he warmed. Respect.
iul homage might do for queens, but
she was only a lovingheartcd little
German girl, who had just passed her
sixteenth birthday, and been invested
with the embroidered bronze slip
pers, which signitied that childhood
had passed, and she might take her
place in the world as young lady,
and he called you" instead of the
familiar "tiion' of years past, and
who had had no thought beyond
papa, mamma, and the children, till
the young candidate, Rhcinhart,
came to lm tutor to- her brothers,
and keep her from forgetting what
she knew
Much time was passed in the
schoolroom, and Franz Rheinllart
soon discovered that the duriIe.
gol,len-haired pupil would be- the
sweetest bride on earth for SO me
one fortunate enough to win her.
That it should lie himself never en-
tered his mind. AS soon would lie
have asked one of the royal family
to keep his house, and mend his socks
which shows of how much advant-
age is deep reading and knowledge
to u man in understanding a. wom-
an.
1t had not taken very long for
fheinhart to become l'rida's ideal of
all that was great and good. His
learning she veneratcd, his abstrac-
tion covered, to her, the most pro-
found thinking, while hiscarrless and
neglected dress only excited IL long
ing to take upon herself the humble
task of ministcring to the creature
comforts of this young divine. who,
to an unprejudiccd on-Iookcr was at
most an awkward, shy, sci-conscious
dreamer, only distinguished from
hundreds of others by Il firm, an all
abiding belief in what he profcssc,l.
This hero worship. however. did
not blind Fridn to the story told by |
Rhcinhart's near-sighted blue eyes.
She saw that loving her in his row.
erent way he had raised Il barrier be-
tween them that she alone could re-
move, and when could it be better
done than now, mt the .fcast of the |
blessed Christi Chill?
She could not as yet tell how, but |
it should be done; lie loved her al-
ready, would soon tell her so, and in
the meantime she revclcd in inno-
cent dreams of the future.
He would soon have parish, of
course, and she would work hard: oh,
yes, and do all he told her with tlleclil-
dren's classes; hut If she could only
look n little older; such n curly head
and baby face would i'll become d
coffee table surrounded by
Heaven preserve us! Frau Doc
tor this, and Frau Professor that.
oh, no. She will knit and mend his
socks, brew cherry cordial for his
cough, keep his books busted, and
never, never lose the loose leaves o
his sermons; anything but take her
place as Frau Pastorin and receive
all these awc-inspiring ladies.
Startled by this idea into looking
up, she met his eyes fixed on hers, felt
sure he had read her thoughts, and
hid her blushing face behind IL huge
pile of unmended socks. Poor Franz
never dreamed the blush was for him:
he saw himself through his own blue
glasses and sighed, patiently going
on with little Max, who could not,
under repeated explanations, I've made
to understand that the square ofa
number was not the same as twice.
Was the child ,lullcr than usual or
WAS it that he could hardly see the
slate through the mist of IL vision?-
a vision Of a little room smaller than
this, oh yes, but warm, with curtains
and fire-light, it has shelves ON three
sides with books, and books are on
a stand at his right hand.
In the middle of the room there is
q table with Il green cloth. and a
napkin folded diamond-fnshiOn un-
der the lamp. There is a work basket
too, and it belongs to II dear little
wife, whose feet are on the fender, u
little golden-haired wife, whose name
is Frida f'ut he must have spoken
the enaInc aloud for she looked up.
did you speak to me, Herr Pro
f.ssorn!'
Pardon, Fraulein, but thought
aloud; We want to leave the book
and states tonight. the little ones
and ], for stories of the Christ
Child"
"Ifyou will listen will tell them
better"
So while the good mother in the
next room dressed the chldren's tree,
the candidate told quaint old legends
of how the oxen in the stable warmed
the Holy Babe with their breath; of
how the wise men who worshiped
Him, were, after His death, baptized
in the faith. And of how the Christ
Child fills the shoes OF good children,
and knows when only IL rod is de-
served, till the little eyes opened wide
with the same wonder they felt every
year, and they ran to hunt for their
Sunday shoes. sure Of forgiveness for
the little naughtiness that bad al
ready brought their punishment
from the dear house mother.