The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1894-04-13

from hls posket, rapidly sketehed n
church front upon it She shook her
head. He looked pazzled; then his
quick fingers drew the outside of one
of the eommonest type of meeting
house She shook her head again. and
moved off. Somehow she did not like
to show him how she spent her Sunday
evenings
The weather became very hot. Jeanie
drooped more and more in the un-
healthy workroom and stuffy streets.
lie seemed to notice it. for on Saturday
night she found drawing of trees and
path and figures walking about and
underneath the figures 2:S0. Could he
be asking her to 60 for walk? She
waited in To see.
At 2:30 a knock came at her door,
There he was, with his square, usy,
good-natured face smiling at her She
felt awkward going down the stairs
with him What could they do during
the whole walk if neither could speak
to the other? But that walk did not
take place. The smart tie around her
neck had been the price of her dinner:
She turned faint and reeled, then sat
down on the stairs and burst into tears
She hardly knew if she was vexcd or
pleased To find herself pIciIed up like IA
baby and carried up To her ow room
end laid upon her bed. She sat up and
drank some water, while he stood look
ing perplexe,i at her, and she b.n.ied
that he should see her untidy, disorder
ly room.
He went out In few minutes she
heard her door oI.~n, and sorn-ta:Ig
pushed along the noor. 1t was a little
jug of hot coffee and milk and plate
of German rolls
The next day another picture was
left II represented a large workshop.
with men sitting at tab.rs, all busy
engaged over some mechanical work;
underneath was written the figures S,,s.
With unskiiIful fingers she drew an
outline of coat and waistcoat and n
noodle and thread and posted it al his
door as she went out: but she had To
come back again, she was so i'll, and all
day she lay there alone, waiting for
what was the only friendly signal in
the world to her, the scrap of paper of
the foreign artist.
She heard it pushed under the door
at last, and feebIy rose and CROPPED for
it Her head was throb,nng so that
she couId scarcely see tEat 1T contained
whole line 81 portralts-an elderly
man and woman, and younger faces.
among which was his own. His family
doubtiesS.
She made a rough outline of her hat.
with a sharp oval for face underneath.
She was too i'll to get it down to hIm.
She pushed IL out and trusted that he
would get it She heard him in the
m orning come up again, and then she
heard no more, for the fever seized upon
her, and when next she woke to con-
sciousness she was lying on a hospital
bed For days she was too weak TO
speak or think, but, when she was able.
one of the nurses asked her If she wou.d
like To see some papers which had been
brought to the hospital for her, and the
nurse spread them out before her.
The first was of man following
Stretcher through the streets, then
the same man situng alone in 4 soli-
tary r.-,m with his head bowed upon
hIs hand and weeping. The next, the
same man at 4 door, evidently asking
questions of porter WITHIN. Then-,t
the man was beslde bed on which
lay deathlike figure
Has he been To see me?"
''Yes, it was when we thought you
We're dying he came every day, but we
could not tell him anything, no one
could speak his language, but at last we
found it WAS Wen.iIsh, from the bor
ders of Saxony and Bohemia and one
of the doctors here got hIm a b,.,'k in
it, by which he could study English.
You will see by the sketches"
The next one represented the man
with the book in has hand
The next showed the man in a train,
aud then on board steamer, and then
in another train
Jeanne dropi.ed the papers
''He is gone!" she sad, with little
weak cry. "Oh, why have l got any
better"
There is another picture" said the
nurse, and she unrolled it for the trem-
bling girl
The man had arrived at the little
village Jeanie remrmt tpered in his first
sketch, tEen the interior of a h"use was
shown, Il coffin lay in the mii.i.e of the
room, an old woman, two girls and
three men knclt around it.
Ills father is deaf" said Jeanie. and
she turned To the next. The man was
at the hospnta! door
'.Oh, he Is coming backr' she cried.
''See, this is the last said the
nurse. and as she held 1t up she
laughed. 1t was the man on one knee
before a girl-Jeanle in her outrageous
hat; but there was in little sketch, up
in the right-hand corner, as if 1t was
vet in the distance, the same little
village with the pine forests around,
the two figures, the man and Jeanne,
wa.aIng arm in arm up the village
street
The nurse held her sides for laugh
ing.
Its the funniest thing l ever saw in
my life," she said
Jeanie gathered her papers together
with some dignity.
II don't call it funny" she said 81
i think it was just the incest thing
that ever was done to girl"
MY loofe!" said a voice at her side.
and there was the man. Jeanie gave q
| little cry.
MY loofel'' said the man again; 'it
| is my first Engleesh to you, and 1T viii
be nv last My looter'
And Jeanie, with all the dreams of hel
girlhood back upon her, put her arms
| around his neck, and sobbing, said
| And 1 don't even know your name
| but | don't care for anything in the
world but you."-N. Y. Tribune
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