Shiner gazette. [volume] (Shiner, Tex.) 1893-current, 1894-05-31

MN pert nOui Sne telt annoyed with
him for some unknown reason, and that
evening made herself as Respondent
as possible in her cheap, gaudy finery.
He shall see that l can be smart,
too, She thought and tossed her head
as he appeared
lie stopped, and, *rawing a note
book from his pocket, rapidly sltetched
church-front upon it, She shook
her head. He looked puzzled; then
his quick fingers drew the outside of
one of the commonest type of meet
lighthouses. She shook her head again,
and moved off.
The weather became very hot
Jeanic dropped more and more in the
unhealthy worlSroom and stuffy
streets. lie seemed to notice it, for
on Saturday night she found draw
ing OF trees and a path and figures
walking about, and underneath the
figures 9,3O. Could he be asking her to
60 for a walk? She waited in to see.
At $3.50 knock came at her door.
There he was, with his square, ugly,
good-natured face smiling at he +
She felt awkward going down the
stairs with him. But that walk did
not take place. The smart tie around
her neck had been the price of her
dinners She turned faint and reeled,
then sat down on the stairs and burst
into tears. She hardly knew if she
was veNcd or pleased to find herself
picked up like baby and carried up
to her own room and laid upon her
bed.
lie went out. In a few minutes she
heard her door open, and something
pushed along the floor. 1t was "A
little jug of hot coffee and milk and
plate of German roles. The next day
another picture was left. 1t repre-
scented large workshop, with men
sitting at tables, all busily engaged
over some mechanical work; under
meath was written the figures 3Os,
With unsl5illful fingers she drew an
outline of Il coat and waistcoat and
n needle and thread and posted it as
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 friend
ly signal in the world to her, the SCRAP
Of paper of the foreign artist
She heard it pushed under the door
at last, and feebly rose and CROPPED
for it. Her head was throbbing so,
that She could scarcely see that it con-
tanned whole line of portraits-an
elderly man and woman, and younger
faces, among which was his own. His
family doubtless. She heard him in
the morning come up again, and then
she heard Kim no more, for the fever
seized uron her, and when next she
woke 10 consciousness she was lying
upon 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 would 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 a
stretcher through the streets. Then
the same man sitting alone in a soli-
tary room with his head bowed upon
his hand and weeping The next, the
same man at a door, evidently asking
questions of a porter within. The
next, the man was beside bed on
which lay deathlilSe figure.
HAS he been to see me?'
YES it was when we thought you
were 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 Wendish from
the borders of SaXony and Bohemia,
and one Of the doctors here got him
book in it, by which he could study
English. You will see by the
sketches"
The next one represented the man
with the book in his hand,
"See, this is the last" said the
nurse, and as she held it up she
laughed. Itwas the man on one knee
before a grl-Jeanie in her outrage
Gus hat; but there was in little
sketch, up in the right-hand corner,
as If it was vet in the distance, the
same little village with the pine
forests around, and two figures, the
man and Jeanie, walked arm in arm
up the village street The nurse held
her sides for laughing
"It's the funniest thing l ever saw
in my life" she said.
Jeanne gathered her papers together
with some dignity.
81 don't call it funny" she said 81
I think it just the incest thing that
ever was done to any girl"
"My loofe" said a voice at her side,
and there was the man. Jeanne gave
little cry.
my loofe" said the man again; at
is my first Engleesh to you, and it
will be my last. My loofe!"
And Jeanne, with all the dreams of
her girlhood back upon her, put her