Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1896-08-31

lessons in painting; they're always on
mad tear after languages. And SO
we bethought ourselves OF several per-
sons 20 whom we would recomme end
and advertise the talents of our down
cast neighbor.
did not see her the next day, but
the following morning 1 tiptoed along
the creepy corridor to her room,
carrying little breakfast dainty in
my hands and hoping that she would
accept it in The same sisterly spirir
that it was offered knocked several
times on the door, but no answer
came. Then 1 fancied that I heard
some one moan. Back l ran to Tom,
who returned with me, and after salts
flying ourselves that the girl was there
and i'll we broke open the door.
What room it was A bare little
garret with bed and table and several
decrepid chairs and footstools. The
one semblance of elegance was large
oil painting of beautiful woman with
snow white hair and exquisitely
shaped hands, which I Immediately
surnised was portrait of the girls
mother. On the bed lay the rooms
occupant, burning with fever and
talking wildly of "this terrible, terri
BILE America, where people have no
hearts," and sometimes breaking into
q strange German love song.
We did what we could for her. Tom
went for doctor, who came and said
she had brain fever. He advised send
ing her to hospital, and after con-
siderable red tape preliminaries we
had her installed in one OF the large
institutions of New York. She had
been there less than O week when the
kind nurse told us that such person
as our little invalid was wanted by
some one who had been long searching
for her, who had left word with city
officers to notify him at once in case
she was found. How my heart leaped
when L heard the good news. How
happy was for her. rushed home
to Tom and cried all over bis shabby
old coat and he scolded me for being
"such an emotional little woman"
But just the same, he had to put on q
pretty bold frcnt to keep me from no.
ticing that his voice was unusually
husky.
Well, unlike the more "artistic"
stories of the present moment, this
one ends happily. The German gov
erness recovered, and when her mind
awakened from its troubled illness her
sweetheart was the first on whom her
pretty brown eyes looked. Tom and
l we're there, but she did not see us,
and we hastened into another room, so
as not to intrude upon scene too
sacred for other eyes.
1t was easy to untangle the compli.
cations that before had been SO unex.
plainable. Her betrothed had in some
way given her wrong address. When
too late he discovered the mistake and
fastened to New York TO meet her as
she left the steamship. Again there
was mistake and he missed her.
Then his search began. As she had
gone to Mexico almost Immediately
after her arrival in New York he could
get no clew of her whereabouts and
when at last he found her he had given
up all hope and was on the verge OF
utter despair.
They went to their home in Penn.
sylvania aud every letter that 1 re-
ceived from her-it is years since last
| saw her-brings news of greater
happiness and deeper content.
We don't live in "rhe Runs" now
in fact, "Ihe Ruins" is laid low,
and in its place stands massive Office
building that towers high above its
fellow structures. Tom has little
studio in our Harlem fiat and is busy
as can be imagined with his magazine
and newspaper sketches. 1 help him
occasionally. but not as used to dur
ing our more unfortunate days. You
see, "Iittle Tom," who is now three
years old, is such an "eniant terrible"
that it takes all my time to fulfil his
youthful msjesty's demands. Chicago
News.