Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1890-12-26


you perhaps ever meet in America a mar
by the name Of Schaefer-Haus Schaefer 2
There was no kind angel at hand To reveH
to DR.. Farland all that lay behind that
question But in the wrinkled face was sc
much OF eager longing that the doctor an
, swered with sympathy, NO my friend
am sorry to say never did"
Herr Schaefers eyes lost the little bright
ness still left them, but he only rubbed his
hands the more briskly.
81 thought it, sir but there's Just one
more question I'd like TO ask Did you. sir
did you, perhaps, ever see my Hans He's
tall about as tall as yourself, sir, strong
and big every way and his eyes are as blue
as little Frida's upstairs-thats his little
maid, strand his hair is yellow and crink
led like hers. He speaks up quick al
ways was a deal smarter than his father
With shake of his head, the doctor inter
posed Whereabouts in America is your
son p
Two tears rolled down over the wrinkles.
ITS nigh on to six years since he went
away, promising his poor wife and me all
sorts OF happiness from the going But,
save letter from Bremen when he sailed,
no word Of him has ever come back"
The old mans eyes and the doctors eyes
looked into each other, and the doctor felt
his own heart sink
That is a sad story. How do you try to
account for it ~
well, sir, there's many ways Maybe
he has been i'll maybe discouraged maybe
coming 20 surprise us all, and put off in it
time after time. There's many ways when
you think them over of nights
But now the loud striking of the St.
Thomas clock was heard
nv At fbo e. Z
the doctor. 1--WE will talk further togeth-
er, Herr Schaefer. Can you come down to
my room tomorrow evening -
And at the old mans pleased assent and
with his thanks following him, the doctor
hastened away
That same evening DR.. Farland was com.
ing home from the opera. His hands we're
thrust into his OvercOat pockets, and his
overcoat collar was turned well UP around
his muscular neck, for a mist was falling
Is there anything more dsagreeable than a
Leipsic mist 1t gives no warning through
the thermometer of increased cold it calls
for no reserve force of waterproof and um-
brella but it chills a mans face TO smart
ing, dampens all his clothing and. by some
demoniacal power of its own, makes its
MOTTO be -obstructed way to the marrow of
his bones
But the doctors thoughts we're not of the
mist. nor of the slinneTv navarent nor of
the general uncom fdrt Of 49,
They we're not even oT Tho ,,,,sio ,,,hini, bo
had inst beard-the soft tbrill;n, of tba ,,ia
Inns the swans sons, tba oha,',;,',. ~ H.
wedding ouasts So ,bo ,n,,.;o "a iaF.
only its undertone.
! o-nigbt-bis dangbtar b;s onI,, cbiId TLa
| doctors friends knew of thar Short i;fo h,,t
he was so busv man tbev sa;J az aoti,,a
so studiops % rnerr,, ,,,;tbai ,ba, 49,
| scarcely imnressad b;r, Ha LaJ noaI ,-au
| known the worth of 1ybat be bod Ios,
They did NOT kno,,. oil CT a..
doctor kuav, of tbat ni,,h, 49,, ~ Lai',
Law like a frozen aowar uron bo, riiio,,y Iouy
| and beside bar the Doctor tor,t bis ip,,ataL
too sad to ween. too sad 70 nrsv. ' oniv 70
hold the wee hand onlv to stndy tba bah,'
features while he migbt ''''9 '"' "'oS
There was another secret bat,yea, 10 and
the doctor-bow his little daughter had
lived and grown beside him ever sinco
The curly head of the toddIar had reanad
over his heal ss ha st,,d;ad ~ FL
SCHOOLGIRL had rpn ~ rneet hin, il ,ho
street They had sung rhvmes anJ ,oId
stories and had man. a ro,,t' t,r,a.La- WIN
sixteen years oIj Thap Soeton,e Lo.l
sank on his breost And no~ ha l. neau
longer in misty T. einsic h,,t in ho;,ht
o;t,9 of ~ ~ WriI' ~ s"'
the stone stems of his bousa Ha Ue T. t,mn
inc bis night lto,, saf,i, stoni;ll - wi L.
stndv coexing tho door staaIthiiiP. IP W ms
! The LIGHT bnrns brigbtiv nc nsuaI p,'t a.
night no curled-nn co1ouerad IittIa n,oiJ
an Iies ssIoan !, r. - -. '''G ma
his sIxteen. .Tear-oId dsngbter and sha % s;ts
reading lost Is il noen' nr 'i'9 ~.
;dvI Of tine, onJ n5 os .i TI TI
enchanted world And is IL tbis .hat Sas Oas
li,b,eJ ,ba soft g.. ~, - sLt Siiis Sua' HSs ~
does sor,a sroII frai,, ,ha, I,,,..ta.' ~ VI
ing vyomanbood anw,rar bar ~ ri,,S. I''n,.
in the foIds ~ bor Jai,it,' ',a,.,-,a,,s ~ IN
ribbon at her tbroat in tbe n,,rIs 1,a,hanJ .ll
| back mt tb;s sLi,';,,I, III M NJ eItl,
breath comes onic-aned A. ~ 49, io',.o
nm and rms 20 bir, .nJ tla,'.. IL. IN
isb arms arm around b;s racI aG 'D'0"' ''io'e s''l'
Was tbe ains;o Mn, :, .bo Ioa.o.,.
ewes He wiped them ' ouickly | Horo gorooI bs
was at the bon.e door Eo its noiSa.,,ls
IRON kew was NOT in his nocket e,' pTVneus WnnSar
ing how long he mnst Wait ba dre,y tbe
ia1itor's belloonce twice thrice
some one ,yos comm, Tb.o,,,,, a.,
ground glass he saw a Iigbt aI;n,H,ar;,1,,
down the stair Some orn ,,'oS Frrr,hl;rts5
weaklv at the loct Tbor sIo,,,I,. sn,,,
rpTrpafInn hahInI fha citr.. 10,
swung back
The doctor stepped into the coprt Than
he Turned Tbe door ,,as s,r;no,;,,', sIo,,I,,
To revealing more and more of tho ,aE
sonage behind it-a very TttIs Girl win
,,a,,, lii, sba,,'i ,,'o,,,,Sl ','sle eI "'.n
entangling her feet as She beld tho door al
knob in one hand and a Iamn in tbe o,Ior
.,Wbo in tha aorIJ J." af;a'I,ltn..J 80 w.. .L.
doctor. ~ " ''' O''''e' ''e
"Tm Frido - said the mid,et Iooli,,,r
with a smile 1F'
The door baing no,y closoJ sbo oo,,,b.
nm her shawl and held the Iamm over Sar
head It's Iybt nIavad at biJa-orJ saei,
among her cnrIs Int fell cIsar into bar mn,
raised eyes-eyes with such innocent re-
vealings that the doctor fingered loatb to
lose sight of them.
NSo YOU are Frida-Frida Schaefer ~ he
said.
Eyes, sir. And YOU are the American
gentleman"
''Yes. Well. Frida. what are Won doing
down here at this hour of the night ~
Letting YOU in. sir"
THE Dickens YOU are And how is it
you come to do that Z"
why, sir, grandfather is so tired that
sometimes he doesn't hear the bell. So i
come down. You ought TO see how sur
prised he is when | tell him in the morn
ing"
81 should think so But now run away
out of the cold-and take this with YOU
said the doctor, dropping a mark into her
hand
THAT is too much" she gTavely object
ed. NO one ever gives me more than ten
ptennlge.
Wen, can't help that l VIII.
Thank you, SIR, DO you think" with
reflective knitting of the brows ''it
would be wrong to keep the fifteen pfen
nlge from grandfather until Christmas I"
Keep the whole mark, and give him