New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1892-05-04

all pefVadlng rhapsody was making
her feel uneasy. Why did he not sim
ply say II love you, !" or 4 am dying
OF lover That would have been
much simpler and prettier.
Amid all these considerations she
buttoned the last button of her fault
less gloves, while her heart beat vio-
lently;; then once more she drew forth
small mirror to closely examine her
fringe and the effecttof; her little hat;
alas every woman knows very well
how important her fringe, the shape
OF her hat and the cut OF her dress are,
in the great decisive moments Of her
life!
When finally the carriage stopped
at the entrance of the National Gal
lery her trembling limbs scarcely
brought Elsie to her place of destina-
ton. At first she seemed to see
everything through a haze, and, not
daring to look around, she seated
herself, waiting for him to come up
and speak to her.
But no one came. About 10 min
utes later she took heart and looked
about. Was it possible? He was not
there Elsie wanted to grow angry,
but then she said to herself that life
was full OF unexpected events At.
the last moment he might have re-
ceiyed company-a wealthy old uncle
might have dropped in whom he
could not very well ward off-or he
might have been detained at the
glovestore, or his coachman might
have taken him the wrong direc-
ton; indeed, there were many real
sons.
Some tiresome elderly English ladies
stood about and few schoolgirls
were trying their best to appear APP
preciative OF art. a couple of young
men stared boldly at her, some went
by indifferently, and several earnest
looking elderly gentlemen were deeply
interested IN the study Of Makart's
great work OF art
Why, oh, why are there so many
superfuous people in theWorld? If the
ground would only swallow them up!
There in the corner sat a very old fel-
low, strange to say He had fixed his
eyes on the entrance as if he were ex-
pecting some one. Aglow of expect
ancy shone in his eyes. Asyet he had
not even glanced at the painting, to
which he had turned his back, and he
himself looked like an artist or some
thing OF the sort, thought Elsie.
Minute after minute passed by, and
one quarter Of all hour after another.
but the expected one came not.
The visitors in the art gallery came
and went like the pictures in a kaleid-
oscope; only Elsie and the todd fell
low did not move.
Elsie would have gone long before,
but she was full OF curiosity to see
whom the stranger awaited. Helook-
ed as if life and death depended upon
this expectation. Elsie, too, hung her
dear little head despairingly. She was
bitterly disappointed. So she had in
vain felt feverish all that forenoon,
had not eaten bit Of luncheon. III
vain she had spent two long hours up
on her toilet, and had told her sister
a falsehood about a friends sudden
illness. And now all terrible doubts
as to love and sincerity came back to
her. Alas! how desolate this world
and how insipid was life!
Suddenly she noticed that she and
the stranger remained alone all the
other visitors had left. She had lust
drawn the letter from her pocket to
re-read it for the hundredth time. 1t.
was an odd handwriting, as il written
with a match, and the large, heavy
letters were formed straight up and
down. Really, the writing harmonized
little with the elegant young cavalier
ii only
Madam, how did you come by this
| letter."
| With this hoarse, half suffocated
| utterance the stranger had suddenly
grasped her wrist. Pale as death
with a low cry OF terror, Elsie arose,
for she thought him insane.
| Don't be alarmed; / am quite sane.
Pray tell me the truth. How did you
receive this letter for you?
! stNot intended for me? It was ad-
dressed to me-!
Addressed to your Then you are
Miss Won Lasswitz?'
Eyes, that is my name. WHAT does
my letter concern you?
.sAh! there is the mistake!' The
strange man looked suddenly enlight-
| ened as If he had been relieved OF the
burden OF a great calamity. ZIP ar
don me, mad am, / wrote the letter,
and it was intended for a different
| lady. The usher must have misin-
formed me. Tell me, were you in the
1 third box in the frstrow at the opera
on Monday, Wednesday and F'rld ay?"
/ Yes. indeed with my sister. !"
4 "A slender lady, darkly clad?'
eyes, that.is my sister, Mrs. Won
| Planeck'
L IF E Il II
g Is she married? %
ashe was married, and is now
/ widowed. ''
/ '9The boykeeper told me your name
and address only" Il
d lie knows me and not my sister,
who has been in Berlin only short
time"
My dear madam, will you take me
to Mrs. veirP laneck and introduce mea
4 My name lss Otto Reimar. g
Are yottsDr Otto Reimar, the we'll
4 known writ er?'
i am a writer
How delighted she will be to meet
Iyou! | happen to know that yuo are