The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1897-12-03
5eleft MisfellanlJ.
LOVE WINS THE DAY.


Transl ated from the German for s.. Louis Republic
The buffers new boy was serving
his fist dinner. He stood behind the
chair of the young Countess Ida,
handing her the dish with the aspara-
gus from the right instead of the left
side. She gave him disdainful glance
over her shoulder. He was a helpless,
overgrown lad. His big hands, clum-
sier than they were naturally in the
white cotton gloves, clung like grim
death to the fine. gold bordered dish,
and his round, moon face was red and
hot and covered with fine beads ofper-
spiration. When the countess saw the
embarrassment of the youngster, she
relented. The buffers boy made her
laugh.
Excuse him, countess" implorcd
old Marriott, the butler. ''It's my neph-
ew's first experience. He will soon
learn to do better"
"Certainly, Marriott" smiled the girl
graciously. Then she turned, looked
straight into the youths bashfIl eyes
and asked him for his name.
"Christian,' answered the lad.
"One can learn anything one chooses,
eh Christlan!" said the countess to the
overgrcwn, hapless, youngster with the
exasperating air Of would be wise
young woman.
The party which sat around Count
Minsterhaven' festive board grew mer-
rier as the wine began to flow. The
young cavaliers teased the countess,
who was never at loss for an answer
Old Marriott stood stark and stiff be-
hind the chair OF the dowager countess,
and his nephew, Christian, was rigidly
glued to the back of the chair of the
Countess Ida.
He 9azed down upon the fair young
neck, against which trembled soft, dark
tendrils. Filmy lace half vciled the
fair white flesh OF the shoulders, the
like Christian had never seer before
Christian came from poor, forlorn
home in q little out of the way village
He knew nothing beyond what he had
learned in the village school and from
the parson, who had prepared him for
confirmation. He had never seen beau
tv--he had never even dreamed of it..
To wait at table was not his sole oc-
cupation. for Christian had been cs-
pecially hired to care for the young
countess Shetland pony Oleanler, to
lift her into the saddle when she mount
ed her horse to accompany her father
on his country rides. Day. after day
her dainty foot rested in his broad. red
palm. Day after day it made him hap
py, he knew not why.
Count Minsterliaven was an omniv-
orous reader and his daughter shared
that praiseworthy quality. Besides
novels and WORKS of current literature
the counts library contained valuable
scientific works of early and later date.
Just now a third person seemed to take
an interest in these books. The count
missed first one and then another work
whic'! he remembered having laid in a
certain place. After awhile it always
came back to where he had placed it.
Like the wise man that he was. he
said nothing about his discovery 1t
amused him that his daughters book
hunger had led her on to the field OF
science. Soon Lida herself began to
complain. Her Shakespeare had dis
appeared. Christian was sent for and
ordered to look under the couch in the
billiard room, where the young woman
| was wont to hold her siesta on sultry
] summer days. Bat the volume, hand