St. Paul daily globe., 1896-04-05

| The girls little brother toddled in between
| them, his brow in a puzzled pucker as he
| looked at the violin from different points.
| But Brunislav looked at her eyes across the
| little fellows head and played and sang with
| all his soul. At the end Of the stanza he
broke out into a joyous yodel and the girl
| yodelt too, high and clear. He was making
| believe that she was Marie and he feared to
| break the spell if he asked her questions, so
| he sang the next stanza-this time she sang
1 it all with him.
| There was bond between them now, and
| he laid down his violin and asked in the
| Swiss dialect:
"Where did you learn that?"
"From father" she answered.
"Does he come from Zuchvill?'
The little girl nodded.
"Were you ever there?"
| She shook her head. Her mothers injunc-
| tion against speaking to strangers was Sc
| we're, and she was shy. 1t puzzled her to de-
| eide whether this boy who sang her fathers
| song was a stranger or not. She hesitated,
with the usually fatal results. The lonely and
homesick Brunislav kept on talking and she
answering less timidly each time.
''Did your father ever tell you about Ko-
sciusco's hearth"
She shook her head.
Brunisav looked incredulous. She seemed
far less like Marie than few minutes ago.
"Did he ever tell you about the Weissen-
stein?"
She nodded. That was better, he thought.
"Did he ever tell you about the convent
down by Solothurn, where the children used
to find the Easter eggs in the nests on Easter
Sunday morning, and where they used to
give us Easter cakes baked like little lambs?"
She shook her head. But" she said,
"Franzi," pointing to her brother, land
build nests and mother bakes the Easter lamb
cakes for us. Does you mother bake any for
you?'
81 have no mother?'
"Oh," said the girl, and thought awhile.
Bruinslav started the conversation again by
asking, "And do you go out early Easter morn
ing to whistle for the hare that lays the
Easter eggs?'
''No, we wake up too late; father whistles
instead"
Brunslav- smiled superior SMILE He was
twelve and she was eight, and he had better
idea who put the Easter eggs into the nests
than she had.
She went on: ''Franzi and came over here
to see if we could find some nice, green moss
for our nests"
"I'll help you," said Brunislav.
.'Do you build nests, too?'
"No."
"Why not?"
would not reveal his lack of faith in the myth
ical hare. rs IL a$1Fag
81 have no place. he said, Gat last.
II will let you make aanest in our yard"
said the girl. maybe the hare will find it
there if you put your name in it,
He did not know what to say, so he was
silent.
Don't you want to?'' she asked aggrieved.
81 will if you want me to- he answered, gall
lantly. By the time they had found the
MOSES and returned to their home Franzi
was hungry, so the girl took him into the
house for lunch. few minutes later she
came back with him, cookie in each of his
hands. Brunislav was still telling himself that
he was thirsty but it was very hard to do so
and watch Franzi eating. Women are quick,
even in miniature. The little girl ran back
into the house and returned with several
cookies and divided with him.
The extra number of cookies consumed made
her scrupulous again as to what her mother
would say If she knew, and she wanted to
hurry her guest.
''Pll build your nest" she said. From the
depths of her pocket she produced stubby
pencil and bit of druggists blue wrapping
paper. Write your name on this" she said,
as If comforting special honor in the color
"and I'll put it in the nest for you. When
you come tomorrow morning sing Am Morga
Frueh.' Father likes that" she added, with
feminine fnesse.
els your name Marie?" he asked
"Yes,' she said.
Some latent instinct OF chivalry made the
boy take her little hand and kiss it. Then he
went away.
On Easter morning John Kulle, Marie's
father, with basket of bright-colored eggs
on his arm, was looking for the nests con-
structed by Marie and Franzi.
! He found each with label in Marie's very
primitive handwriting But close by there
was a third. Strange, of what were the chill
| dren thinking? He picked up the bit of blue
paper, and the name on !, gaYe hi him a creepy