The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1891-06-18

back. Poor soul, she always seems so
lonesome-l like
Meanwhile Anna plodded on. After
awhile she heard scream from the
bank overhead:
miss Danner! Miss Banner! Why
didn't you stop for your letter."
1t was a well-meanlng boy who
called to her. He had a letter from
home and was glad over it, and sone-
thing in the lonely figure troubled him.
But she hurried on, seeming not to
hear, only believing that she was
Knocked again; and the boy, fearing to
be fined if he were late, ran on.
Later, man on horseback passed
her, and shouted down:
'You don't seem to vally your letters,
young woman. Guess you don't expect
one from your beau
Anything is joke in the country.
Anna did not quite understand the
words, but the tone was that in which
a jest is uttered. She felt the blood
rush to her face. The mill was in
sight, and she saw group of people
looking at he~.
ITO make fun of me-" she thought.
Then the face of Klaus Cristofer
arose before her. She remembered his
last words, his kiss, his embrace, the
farewell.
"Oh, Klaus! Klausr she sobbed.
"Can it be? Can it be that you, also,
Knocked me; that you never meant to
come back; that, as the girls all said, I
was a fool?"
Anna! Anna" shrieked twenty
voices. Anna
They were pointing at her. So she
thought. Pointing as the children in
Copenhagen did, long before, at Crazy
Peter, who watched for his imaginary
ship to come in.
The blood rushed to her face She be-
gan to run, hoping to pass them and
get to her frame and hide herself be.
hind her work.
"Anna! Anna! Anna!' shrieked the
voices; and the fingers pointed still, and
some were rushing toward her.
Then there was a noise, rush,
shrek beyond human power. She
knew too late that their voices, their
gestures, their wildly pointing fingers
were kindly warnings of the danger OF
which she was unaware-that the ex.
press train Oh the down track was be-
hind her.
At dusk that evening a solemn group
stood about the counter of the old
store. The chief legal gentleman OF
the place was amongst them.
ut was awfully sudden" said one.
almost as if she wanted it to hap,
pen." said another.
mo; she was thinking of something
else," said woman. "She acted dazed.
like
"And you think it's sort of justifable
fol- us to open the letter, squirrel" asked
the postmaster.
eyes. In that way you may know
who her friends are and notify them"
replied the squire.
Then silence fell upon the group, and
the red seal of the travel-worn en-.
velope was opened, and one of the
workmen present, who came from Den.
mark, ofere ! to interpret.
This is what he read:
Anna my best beloved, the time has been
long and the waiting weary, but my heart has
never changed. am home again in Copen.
hagen and my first love is my last.
Olsen hos seen you and knows you live and
are in health. 1 sent the money for your jour.
ney. Come home and we will be married at
once. I have SO much to tell that cannot be
written, but most Of all this: love you-l
love you, and know you love me-
Your betrothed husband
KLAUS CRIsroFER-
"She came here every morning for ten
years and never got q letter." said ths
old postmaster. "And here it is at last,
and she can't know it. 1t does seem
hard"
But, perhaps, Anna knew; for if her
freed soul could go whittier it chose,
it few back to Copenhagen and Klaus
Cristofer.-Mary X. Dallas, in N. Y.
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