The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1895-02-05
EVANSVILLE, w. VA, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY s. 1895

veloped me in a brand new apron to
protect my uniform.
The house door opened again, creak-
ing loud and warningly; heavy steps
"A mans steps--came up the stair
case; the little bell at the entrance of
the Herr Direktor's apartments
tinkled. A horrible dread seized me
1T was the Herr Direktor himself,
and, merciful heavens, of course,
Bello, the irrepressible and suspicious
Bello! He would make straight for
the kitchen, 1 felt sure.
''Is not Herr Eisenstcin here?"
L turned cold as ice.
"Herr Eisenstein ~ said a soft, clear
voice, and now 1 turned burning red
with shame. "Herr Eisenstein? No,
he IS not here, papa. How funny
Why should Herr Eisenstein be here ?"
1t was the fair Agnes who spoke
Agnes of the soft blue eyes. 1 felt
their limpid gaze resting on me even
through the thick darkness.
Hannah, has the Herr Esenstein
not been here tonight? Are you
quite sure?''
mo, sir. 1 have not seen the gentle
man this evening. No one had been
here"
81 can't understand it," said the
Director, 81 went over to Herr Eisen-
STEMS rooms to ask him TO come over
with me to the cafe, and his fellow was
standing at the door, and he told me
his master was gone out. i asked him
where. "Down to the big street to
magistrates house"
'Bello, come here. Come here,
sir"
But Bello had entirely different
intentions. The wretch began to
scratch and snarl at the kitchen
door. He ran back to his mas.
ter. L heard distinctly The sound
OF his nails on the stone floor He re.
turned. / could not SIT still another
moment, my left leg had gone to sleep.
moved very, very slightly, but it was
enough fer Bello. Barking furiouslv,
he leaped wildly up the door as high
rs the latch.
"What in the world is in the
kitchen?"
Before Hannah could interpose her
stout form between him and the door
the strong hand of the master had
flung it wide open, and the light of his
candle fell full on my pale and agita-
ted countenance. Wife, daughter and
maid servant pressed after him.
draw n veil over the scene. hear
once more the astonished ordinations
of the ladies, the sobs of Hannah, the
triumphant barking of Bello-detesta-
BILE little brute--and find myself out
on the staircase alone in the dark
night, condemned to everlasting shame
and content. Behind me echoed the
scornful laughter of Herr Direktor.
Next morning Gottlieb Feuerstacke
pondered thoughtfully over a blue
kitchen apron that he had found OH
my sitting room floor.
Many years have passed away since
that terrible evening. l am general
officer and "A star aderns nv manly
breast. A few gray hairs have crept
like moonlight round my temples; my
dear, fairhaired wife has the same
soft blue eyes rs of old, and she dis
cusses household matters every dav
with good old Hannah On our mar
riage my mother.in- law sent her to rs
rs general servant. Many and weighty
are the consultations on the davis
dinner. Very often they cannot settle
on anything.
Rudolf, what will you have for to-
morrow's dinner? One does not know
what to order. Do, please, suggest
something, dearesti"
My countenance assumes n serious
expression; 1 think deeply for a while;
it is an important matter. Then /
L open my lips and say, softly:
'5avory omelet, with fine herbs
and bacon sauce, is as good now as
when"
Good old Hannah has already got
her apron up to her face and rushes
from the room.
We eat in due time of that excellent
dish which 1 tasted for the first time
under the friendly roof of my father
in-law. Hannah gets her share, too,
n goodly portion, for now she has no
corporal to share it with her. The
children, however, insist on giving
many n dainty morsel Of the self-same
omelet to Bello, not the original
Bello, but the grandson or great
grandson forget which-of that in
famous, trnitorous animal. From the
German.