Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1895-10-03


Nnouph to take us back If Lima
comes If she does not come, ! want
M more money for anything ever
again
,,;cked Lima OF course she comes
hack the little bride. And, mind, look
for our ship. Remember the Swan.
Rring the little bride back with us, and
h make her SO comfortable she thinks
she is first class "
"Mammy, nanny, see the big mani
Tie is as big as-as st. Christopher,
isn't heP And I've asked him to come
In and eat doughnuts with us, and he
emit talk one bit"
A little gray-eyed girl danced into
ber mothers kitchen, pointing back
wards over her shoulder at Frederick
the Great.
"Land O. Goshen, child you amt
never asked tramp into the house?"
said her mother, lifting ten sticky and
ldough-covered fingers helplessly out Of
her pudding basin.
Y "He amt tramp, nanny"
"How do you known"
"Cause he smiled smiley smile.
Tramps only smile growly smiles, like
Bruno when he's going to bite"
Hes peddler, and they're as bad"
"This one is NICE" said the child,
with confidence.
Vuha vno ~
the fourteenth day of his march, took
off his hat an said:
bite gaadige, Frau" He always
said that as he deftly undid his pack
and spread the contents out to view.
People never understood his words, but
women liked his deep voice, and chill
dren were taken by his smile that was
smiley. His very muteness appealed to
them,
please, nanny, want to buy a
knife"
mo, Kitty, don't waste your money
on knife"
81 meant thimble," said Kitty,
selecting one. Are you German?"
she added, turning to Frederick the
Great
va soldat." said he.
"What's soldat'" said she.
va solddt," said he.
"Soldat," said Kitty, slowly. "Oh, I
guess know-soldier. Amt it?"
She thrust out her left arm stiff
from the shoulder, screwed up her eyes
and brought up her right elbow.
"Bang shoot! gum puff!' said Kitty.
ia, ,ja,' said Frederick the Great,
with deep laugh. And then he gave
them an example of German marching.
"Oh, isn't he funny?-iust as if he
was made Of wood and screws. Oh, |
wish you would stay moreT
Frederick the Great was rolling up
his pack
Where are you going?" asked Kitty.
"He can't understand, child. What
Is the use Of talking to hiIn?' said her
mother.
But where are you going?' asked
Kitty, beseechingly.
Frederick the Great pulled out that
address in st. Louis.
"0h, he is going clear off to st.
Louis! | sha'n't ever see him again.
Are you going to Lina?'
"Ach, ia, Lima" said he, softly.
rs Lima nice? Is she your sister?'
Frederick the Great undid his neck
tie, and, christening gold locket
from around his throat, showed the
picture of fair-haired, round-cheeked
German girl.
'Oh, that's Lima? She looks nice.
I'll send her something" said Kitty,
tripping away.
She came back with a picture OF a
little cottage, gabled, with snow on
roof, and glass-glittering frost every
where. A gigantic robin sat on an I'M
known tree in the foreground.
That's for Lima, with my love, she
said writing on it her name and mes
sage.
A slight snow was falling as Fred
erick the Great, free of his pack and
with heart as light as sunshine,
strobe down the long street in st.
Louis. He had reached the end OF his
long march. Sixty-three days tramp
ing, tramping, tramping. 1t was
long, long way, but he was at the end
now. The gray twilight OF a late No
vember day was settling around him,
but he felt it not. In an hour more he
should be with Lima. Her sweet voice
would sound in his ear, and-oh, what
world Of things he had to say to Linal
He could think of nothing, nothing but
Lima, Linal The falling snowhakes
were like the petals of flowers, so cool
and soft on his face. The shops were
past, the dwelling houses had begun.
Nineteen hundred and twenty Ave!
How often in his march had he pictured
to himself this long street, with its
two thousand houses so like each other,
and nothing on the outside to dis
tinguish Lina's home from any other!
She would he sitting behind the warm
curtains in room brightly lighted
He could see the light CLINT on her
fair soft hair. Did she wear it in two
long plaits still? Was she quite calm
and undisturbed this evening? Did
nothing whisper to her heart that
Frederick was marching, marching
towards her. having done the thousand