New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1894-02-21

| He stopped, and drawing anotebook
from his pocket rapidly sketched a
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 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 Jeanne
dropped more and more in the unhealthy
workroom and stufy streets. Heseemed
to notice it, for on one Saturday night
she found a drawing of trees and path
and figures walking about, and under
meath the figures $3.50. Could he be ask
ing her to go for 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 her. She
felt awkward going down the stairs with
him. What could they do during
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 vexed or
pleased to find herself picked up like
baby and carried up to her own room
and laid upon her bed. She sat up and
drank some water, while he stood look
ing perplexedly at her, and she blushed
|. that he should see her untidy, disorder
~ room. ~
He went out. In few minutes she
heard her door open and something
pushed along the floor. It was little
jug of hot coffee and milk and a plate
of German rolls.
The next day another picture was
left. 1t represented large workshop,
with men sitting at tables, all busily
! engaged over some mechanical work.
Underneath was written the figures 80
shillings. .
With unskillful fingers she drew an
outline Of a coat and waistcoat and a
needle and thread and posted it at 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 feebly rose and CROPPED for it..
Her head was throbbing so that she
could scarcely see that it contained a
whole line of PORTRAITS elderly man
and woman and younger faces, among
which was his own, his ia mily doubtless.
! She made rough outline of her hat,
with sharp oval for face underneath.
She was too i'll to get it down to him
She pushed it out and trusted that he
would fetch it. She heard him in the
morning come up again, and then she
heard no moIe, for the fever seized upon
her, and when next she woke to con
! seriousness 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 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 a man following a
stretcher through the streets, then the
same man sitting alone in solitary
room with his head bowed upon his hand
/ and weeping; the next, the same man
at door, evidently asking questions OF
porter within; the next, the man was
| beside bed on which lay deathlike
| 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 Dor
ders 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. ..
The next showed the man in train,
| and then on board steamer, and then
in another train.
Jeanie dropped the papers.
He is gone!' she said, with a little
! weak cry. ''Ch, why have 1 got any
better?'' III
There is another picture, - said the
nurse, and she unrolled it for the trem-
bling girl.
The man had arrived at the little vii
lage Jeanne remembered in the first
sketch; then the interior of house was
shown; coffin lay in the middle of the
room an old woman, two girls and
three men knelt arouG4d il.
His father is dead SAID Jeanne.
And she turned to the next. The man
was at the hospital door.
'Oh, he is coming back!" she cried.
See, this is the last, said the nurse,
and as she held it up she laughed. It
was the man on one knee before girl
Jeanne in her outrageous hat-but
there was in little sketch up in the
right hand corner, as if it was yet in
the distance, the same little village with
the pine forests around, the two figures
the man and Jeanie-walking arm in
arm up the village street. The nurse
held her sides for laughing.
It's the funniest thing ever saw in
my Hfe!' she said