The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1895-08-02

| him Tor some unknown reason, and
that evening made herself as re-
splendant as possible in her cheap
gaudy fnery.
He shall see that I can be smart,
too she thought, and tossed her
head as he appeared.
He stopped, and, drawing note
book from hispocket, 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 Sun
day evenings.
The weather became very hot.
Jeanie dropped more and more in the
| unhealthy workroon and stuffy
streets. He seemed to notice it, for
on Saturday night she found n draw
ing of trees, and path, and figures
| walking about, and underneath the
figures $50. Could he be asking her
to go for walk? She waited in to
see.
At $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 ve1ed 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
looking perplexedly at her, and she
blushed that he should see her untidy,
disorderly loom.
He went out. In few minutes she
heard her door open, and something
pushed along the floor. 1t was little
jug of hot coffee and milk and plate
of German rolls.
The next day another picture was
left. It represented large workshop,
with men sitting at tables, all busily
engaged over some mechanical work;
underneath was written the figures
Cos.
With unskilful fingers she drew an
outline of coat and waistcoat and
needle and thread and posted 1t 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
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 IN
derneath. 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 more for
the fever seized upon her, and when
next she woke to. consciousness 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 a soil
tary 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?''
eyes, 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 bor-
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 truin.
Jeanie dropped the papers.
'tEe is gone!" she said, with little
weak cry. "Oh, why have I got any
better?''
s'There IS another picture, said the .
nurse, and she unrolled it for the
trembling girl.
The man had arrived ct the little VII
lage Jeanne remembered in the first
sketch, then the interior of O house
was shown, g coffin lay in the middle
of the room, an old woman, two girls,
and three men knelt around it.
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-Jeanie in her out
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 for
ests around, the two figures, the man
and Jeanne, walking arm and arm up
the village street.
The nurse held her sides for laugh
ing.
ats the funniest thing ever saw
in my life she said.
Jeanne gathered her papers together
with some dignity.