Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-09-22

and, sitting behind foaming glass of the
Munich royal brew, was casting up In his
mind whether he would have boiled saus-
sage from Frank fort or smoked sprats from
the waters of Keel, when his thought was
distracted by sudden frou-frou of much
starchiness, pretty face presented itself
lust over his shoulder, soft touch fell upon
his arm, and voice whose sincerity was un-
mistakable exclaimed: "Oh, Heinrich, l
am so glad 70 find you here"
Chow came you here, Louisa?" Heinrich
demanded, peering darkly around.
81 came with my cousin, Henrich-my
real cousin, you know. He is 60 years old
and his wife is with u.s."
Heinrich was not the man to be jealous of
such company as that. The girl was easily
persuaded to sit down with him for little
while, although the mature cousin and his
wife regarded the visit somewhat doubtully,
and eyed Heinrich with cold suspicion while
he and Louisa ate double portion OF sprats
together. Before the sprats were finished
an idea entered the head of Heinrich that
seemed to him very promising. Louisa"
he said, ''the Arion ball is tomorrow night.
Would you like to go with me?"
''Oh!' cried Louisa, would II"
The tone of this repeated inquiry was un-
mistakable. Heinrich was satisfied that
Louisa would be very much pleased indeed
to go to the ball with him. In extending
the invitation to her he had not forgotten
that Martsrsteig would be at the ball, and
that in all human probability his cousin
would be there also, but he thought that he
could easily conceal his identity. He would
have good look at the woman in black and
silver with the three red roses, he said to him.
self, and have a nice time with the pretty
chambermaid, and nobody would be any the
wiser. Heinrich had lighted cigar and
was looking complacently through the
smoke at Louisa as he thought this. She
was all smiles, and her glances at Heinrich
were very grateful and very distracting in
deed. She had finished her sprats, and was
beating the bread crumbs out of her lap
preparatory to rejoining her relations, when
a good-looking young gentleman sauntered
up behind Heinrich and surveyed him
somewhat quizzically through single eye
glass. She had a vague remembrance of
having seen him before; he knew that he
had seen her before, and remembered
where.
"Herr Wachsmuth, +" said Martersteig, as
he laid a hand on Heinrich's shoulder,
will YOU confer upon me the honor of a
presentation"
1t was hard for Heinrich; he would have
gone without sDrats and beer and Louisa
into the bargain for a month rather than it
should have happened; but happened it had,
and it only remained for him to make the
best of 1t. He hemmed and hawed, his face
was ablaze. and every sprat that be had
eaten seemed to be in his throat as he pre-
sented "his friend, Herr Martersteig, the
son of an old friend of his fathers, to the
Fraulein Niemeyer, of-of-that is to say,
to the Frauleiu Niemeyer"
Poor Heinrich! He might just as well
have said Hoboken and saved himself some
The face of Louisa Niemever
was remembered perfectly well by the young
Philoiog. He had seen her once or twice at
the Hotel Bruckbauer, and her face was
much too pretty to be forgotten within a
month, even by man who had looked at it
only casually. Martersteig smiled as he
recalled the story that Heinrich in his jeal-
ousy had invented. Heinrich! Heinrichl
even the villains who are shrewd are pretty
sure to be brought up with a round turn;
what chance is there, then, for foolish one
who tries with his little legs to run in ai-
vance of Fate?