The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-12-07

from his pocket 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 Sunday evenings.
The weather became very hot. jeanne
dropped more and more in the unhealthy
workroom and stuffy streets. He seemed
TO notice it, for on one Saturday night
she found drawing of trees and a path
and figures walking about, and under
meath the figures 80. Could he be ask
ing her to go for walk? She waited
in TO see.
At 2:30 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 a
whole walk If neither could speak to
the otherf
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 vexed 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 look
ing perplexedly at her, and she blushed
that he should see her untidy, disorder
ly room.
He went out. In a 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. 1t represented large workshop,
with men sitting at tables, all busily
engaged over some mechanical work.
Underneath was written the figures 30
shillings.
With unskillful fingers she drew an
outline of coat and waistcoat and
needle and thread and posted it 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 Il
whole line of portraits-an elderly man
and woman and younger faces, among
which was his own. his ia nily doubtless.
She made a rough outline of her hat,
with sharp oval for a face underneath.
She was too i'll to get il 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 con-
seriousness she was lying on a 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 man following a
stretcher through the streets, then the
same man sitting alone in a solitary
room with his head bowed upon his hand
and weeping; the next, the same man
at a 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?'
YES; 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 Dor
ders of Saxony and Bohemia, and one
of the doctors here got him a book in il
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 a train,
and then on board steamer, and then
in another train.
Jeanne dropped the papers.
81 He is gonel" she said, with 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 vii
lage Jeanne remembered in the first
sketch then the interior of a house wal
shown; coffin lay in the middle of tn,
/, room; an old woman, two girls aaC
three men knelt around it.
His father Is dead, said Jeanne
And she turned to the next. The MAJ
was at the hospital door.
"Oh, he is coming backl" she cried
See, this is the last, " said the nurse
> and as she held it up she laughed. 1
was the man on one knee before CIR
y -Jeanio in her outrageous hat-ba
. there was in little sketch up in TIT
right hand corner. as if it was yet il
the distance, the same little village will
the pine forests around, the two figure
= the man and Jeanie-walking arm il
arm mp the village street. The nurs
held her sides for laughing.
: It's the funniest thing | ever saw il
my lfel" she said.
y Jeanne gathered her papers togethe
= with some dignity.
j., Il don't call it funny" she said. ="
y think it was just the incest thin
, that ever was done to any girl.
e My loofel" said voice at her side