The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-02-25

too, SIG thought, ana tossed her head
as ho appeared.
He stopped, and drawing Il notebook
from his pocket rapidly skctched
church front upon it. She shook her
head. He looked puzzled Then his
quick fingers drew the outside of one of
the commoncst typo 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
dropped more and more in tho unhealthy
workroom and stuffy streets. He seemed
to notice it, for on one Saturday night
she found drawing of trees and path
and figures walking about, and under
meath the figures $50. Could no DO ask
Ing her to go for walk? She waited
in to see.
At 2:3O "a 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 tho
stairs and burst into tears.
She hardly knew if she was vexed or
pleased to find herself picked up like a
baby and carried up to her own room
and laid upon her bed. She sat up and
drank somo water, while ho stood look
ing perplexedly at her, and she blushed
that he should see her untidy, disorder
ly room.
He went out. In few minutes she
heard her door open and something
pushed along the floor. 1t was Il littlo
jug of hot coffee and milk and plato
of German rolls.
The next day another picture was
left. 1t represented Al large workshop,
with men sitting at tables, all busily
engaged over some mechanical work
Underneath was written the figures 30
sllillings.
With unskillful fingers she drew al
outline of Il coat and waistcoat and
needle and thread and posted it at his
door as she went out, but she had to
como back again, she was so i'll, and all
day she lay there alone waiting Tor
what was tho only friendly signal in
the world to her-the scrap of paper of
tho foreign artist.
She heard it pushed under the door at
last and fcebly rose and CROPPED for it.
Her head was throbbing SO that she
could scarcely see that it contained
whole line of portraits-an elderly man
and woman and younger faces, among
which was his own, his family 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 como up again, and then she
heard no mole, for the fever seized upon
her, and when next she woke to con-
seriousness she was lying on 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 q man following a
stretcher through the streets, then the
same man sitting alone in Il solitary
room with his head bowed upon his hand
and weeping; the next, tho 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 sec me?''
Yes; it was when we thought you
We're dying no 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 tho Dor
ders of SaXOny and Bohemia, and ono
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 III his hand.
The next showed the man in train,
and then on board steamer and then
in another train.
Jeanne dropped the papers.
He is gone!" she said, with q little
weak cry. "Oh, why have / 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 viii
lage Jeanio remembered in tho 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 around it.
His father is dead" said Jeanie.
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. 1t