The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-05-10

not come up here mt live vie You get
vell?
'.You are very kind, but that would
hardly be practicable | must have a
home of my own. have family and
require place. You don't think you
would care to sell, do you?"
mo. OF such thing would not
think. My children here were born and
here / shall die. / did knock around
the world enough ven | a young man
vas. Now will take my rest. Every
place in the world would be strange to
me ven should go from here out.
sYou are right. 1t is great thing to
be settled down. would willingly give
forty thousand dollars for place like
this
The sound of a plate falling and
smashing upon the dining room floor
reached their ears.
"My graciousln exclaimed Mr.. Kropff,
starting, s.Lieschen is at it againl Ven
her young man comes her mind into
she imbulsively opens her hands, and If
she got dish in them, down it goes.
By chimini! We got to eat out of troughs
ven she don't got married poorly kyick.
But he wronged Lieschen that time.
It was her mother who dropped the plate.
When Messrs. Cute and Sharp were
seated at the table, with Liesehen wait
ing upon them, and dinner enough for a
dozen men set out before them, Herr
Kroptf settled himself to resume his in
terrupted siesta, and was already drowsy
when his reluctant attention was COM
PEELED by suppressed bat still sharp
voice calling, "Henrichl Heinrichls
Away out in the orchard stood Mrs.
Kropff, making vigorous signs with her
arms, summoning him. Unwillingly
and slowly he arose from his chair.
IAN afferage of dozen garter snakes
every summer for twenty five years, I" he
grumbled, ssunt yet she viii not by her
self either kill one or let it alone. She
must gall me to smash its head. The
three hundred unit first has no doubt APP
peared to her."
But when he reached her he found
that harmless but offending garter
snake was not the vital question.
'Um gottes willenr she fairly painted
in her combined eagerness and anxiety
to repress her voice. "Vy you did not
yoomp on proposition like dot? Ten
thousand dollarsI"
81 vas not thinking that would sell
my farm"
ssNoi You would sit there like an old
fool ven man offer you more as two
times so much as the place been WORTH
'eHow you know vat it is vorth?"
ut cannot be so much worth. Helm
rich, it vas no astonishment by me ven
you die NIT the boorhouse, you got for
business so lettle head. Don't you ever
think vat Win BECOME Of our boor poy,
Jacob, ven We are gomez?
Eyes; / think he viii go in jail"
Zach, himmell How you, his waiter,
gan abuse dot boor poy. You got no
lofe vor dot poy-you yoost look on him
like he vas your sohn by anodther waiter
unit nutter.r
''Herr Gottl Woman, how you make
that out?"
well, like he vas adoptioned."
II did not think you, any more than
me, would like that We should go way
from this old place. Anna, vevere young
yet ven We came here together. Iieschen
unit Jacob have been born here. Unit
the leedle one that has slept so many
years under the elm tree-all she knew
of earth vas here. Habit makes the old
place dear to me, unit love mt death
make it sacred. feel as if my gate to
another world vas right here.
"Narrigkeiti Ven We got to die We die
yoost so veil one place as some other
places. You talk sentimentalisch, like
you vas yet in Deutschland. You forget
here in America everybody be got to
speculate unit be sharp if he want that he
shall get along"
"Then you VII that shall sell the
farm?'
q gif you no peace of your life ven
you don't"
You viii not anyway"
eve can buy another place yoost so
goot for five thousand, unit put five thou
sand in the bank for Jacob"
Jacob 10! Unt Lieschen2 Eh?"
"Ven she marry George Stirling she
got enough for her"
SIS dot 20? Veil now, look a-here.
You gan make your old jaw greak 20
much ais you like, but got something
to say about that nnysellnf. :"
"Yell. viii you sell the farm, you old
fool2"
Il viii see. Maybe Lieschen got more
chance that way ven been gone"
Turning his back upon her, needless Of
her continued clack, he slowly returned
to the porch. He heard her cry after
him that she had more to say. OF course
she had, she always had. But he had
heard enough. Too well he understood
that the Angel of Peace had her gripsack
packed. metaphorically speaking, and
was only waiting to hear his final refusal
to sell the farm as her signal for instant
fight. twas quite true, as he admitted
to himself, that bis opposition was purely
sentimental, that the sum offered was
more than the value of the farm; still,
the thought of selling made his heart
sore.
When the visitors came out from din
ner Mr.. Sharp stood for several minutes
in silence gazing upon the pleasing pros
pect Of orchard, meadow, fields and for
est outspread before him. Then he