The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-10-26
THE TRUMPETER.

"Herep' camo child's voice from
beneath linden heavy with bloom.
Franz Honnig entered tho shade
whore Margarita, with sloolx yellow
cat for companion, sat knitting.
"What is thatg" tho lad asked.
"A stocking, stupid. Hast thou not
cyesg" tho child answered. affecting inn
patience
For me, thenf" Franz captured tho
needles and scrutinized tho work with
covers amusement.
They woro to DO thine. but they
grew 40 small I'm afraid thoy will DO
only largo enough for tho cat" Mar
garita sighed.
"Sol Well. littlo one, thou shalt knit
mo stocking another time" He looked
drcamily across the garden to tho quaint
old house which for threo years had
been his home
Three years Of preparation for tho
university, three years OF unremitting
kindness from tho busy housewife and
her aged mother. who had opened their
doors to the lonely student, thrco years
frightened by tho enthusiastic devotion
OF little child. Now this chapter must
close.
From down the village street camo
tho rattle OF drums buglo note and
the sound of cheers.
ut Is bandl" shouted Marearita.
selling pussy and preparing to leave
the shade.
"Wait, Franz said. with thrill in
his tones. IL have something to say TO
thee. liebchen. Dost thou know what
the drum is crying? II Is warl"
WAR" sho responded, with childish
indifference "The mother said this
morning that the soldiers wero going to
France. But why dost thou care. dear
Franz"
Herr Steinert returns to tho army
today" no said gravoly.
"Then there will DO no moro lessons
ON the beautiful trumpet for thool
am sorry. But don't mind Thou wilt
have me.
"Margarita. he said sorrowfully. 81
shall not have thee. for go too. "
"Thou" She stared with wide. in
credulous cyes "Surely, not thour'
'Liebchsn," no whispered huskily.
"Liebchen, wouldst thou have me idle
at homo when tho rest arc going?
Wouldst thou have mo coward? | have
no father or mother, no sister to mourn
for me, while many 90 from dear ones
who can i'll spare them.
"Thou hast tho mother and grand
mother-and thou hast mol" sho sobbed.
ttTruo | havo fhoo or1 ,ho,. .,.s1t 10
bravo littlo German maid and make
my going happy"
"When wilt thou go?" she asked,
bravely trying to suppress tho sobs
This afternoon.
"And who will rido thy horse. Prinz,
when thou nrt gomez"
''Prinz will go with me. for l shall
try for tho cavalry, rs my father did be-
fore mo. Hank to tho trumpet IL
might 90 us trumpoterl To sound tho
charge-that would DO gloriousl But it
is not possible. Of course. hopo | shall
DO near Steinert. But come; it is time /
was making ready"
Tho hours cropt away with rapid prep
arations and fearful partings. Through
tho little town sounded hurrying feot
eager voices. snatchos Of warsongs,
rolling drum or bugle's blarc. In tho
midst Of tho turmoil Margarita was
missing.
"Whero can she beY" queried Frau
Krummcr nnxiously. ''Margarita, Mar
garita. Franzil goingl" But no childish
voice responded.
"Wo must 60" cautioned grand
mother, tying her bonnet strings with
trembling fingers. "Comc. Lotto. 4"
"Margaritar' shouted Franz. but
only hooking echo gavo answer. With
sad eyes no gazed onco more about the
dear home. then turned away.
AT tho littlo station all was confu-
sion. fearful women chung to tho IA
theirs. brothers, sweethearts, who laugh
ed and joked with heavy hearts. Tho
long train was laden with troops from
farther south. all pressing forward to
Join tho crown princes army nc Ian
dan. Tho moment for departure was ut
hand.
'Auf Wicdersehen, then, dear
friends. said Franz. pressing hearty
kiss upon tho checks OF the two women
who had taken him into their hearts.
"Margarita, you will give her my dear
love. wish"---
Franz. waitw cried n SMALL voice.
aud Margarita clutchcd his arm.
From thy mothers grave" sho
cried. thrnsting a bunch Of blue corn
flowers into his hands.
For an instant he caught her up in
his arms.
Thanks liebchen." Inc whispered.
then. setting her down hastily, ran
through the crowd and jumped upon
tho slowly moving train.
''Auf Wiederseheni" no cried, wav-
ing the blue flowers above his blond
head.
"Auf Wiedersehenr' echoed Mar
garita, trying to smilo through her
| tears
Under tho shelter Of q friendly hill o
detachment Of Bavarian cavalry awaited
the s'ynal to charge To the left sound
ell the continuous roar of musketry.
punctuated by the detonatiops of artil-