Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1897-07-08

all over again. Bat she had learned
fortitude from her earlier griefs, and
her feeling was not, as before, that she
was entirely desolate.
The day after the mothers funeral
Shultz found voice before Roberts
widow, though he began his talk as
awkwardly as of old, and in almost the
same words he had used before.
my mother said to me more than
once" he began, hooking and unlock
ing his index fingers, that you would
be a good wife for me-"
She stopped him with flash from
her eyes.
But your mother is dead" she cried,
"and you are not child TO talk Of mar
riage because your mother advised it.
Why do you not, just once, speak for
yourself? Why
And then she checked herself, remem-
bering she was Roberts widow. But
she had loosed the mans tongue, and,
speaking in German, as his mother had
always done when her emotions were
reused, he poured forth such torrent
OF passionate protest of love, of suppl
cation, that she was positively fright
ened. She had not dreamed that this
slow, awkward man was capable of
intense feeling; he had always seemed
to her to think only of his drugs and
the money they sold for She had
thought the entrance of herself, third
person, into his little home, had always
been distasteful to him. Yet here he
was, making most passionate declara-
ton OF love. But she hesitated. Could
she, Roberts widow, marry this drug
gist? Suddenly she knew she loved
him, and had loved him for q long
time.
And so, after an interval, they were
married and life was happily begun
again for her who had been Roberts
widow. Her happiness was not ex-
actly like the happiness she had felt
as Roberts wife, yet it was real, and
Shultz knew it and rejoiced.
But the little girl still remained with
the kind sisters, and this was just lit
tie mote in the sunshine for the mother.
Every Sunday she visited the child, lust
as before, though this was never men
toned in the fiat over the drugstore.
But one Sunday when the mother went
away Shultz looked very serious, and
when he was alone he began walking
up and down the floor.
Il shall be back soon, DEAR" she had
said with smile on her lips, on leav-
ing; but there had been tear in her
eye, and perhaps that was what made
him impatient and caused his index
fingers to hook and unlock themselves
in the old way, automatically, as if
they were parts of an unthinking piece
of machinery. After time he put on
his hat with determined air, and went
heavily down the stairs, muttering I'm.
der his breath:
Eyes, yes! 1t is better that she should
make no more Sunday visits to the Sis
ters' home, and 1 will see to that. Oh!
will see to that. Yes, yes!"
On the car which he boarded he con-
tinued to talk below his breath, to the
establishment of his fellow passengers.
His wife was bidding goodLby to the
little one when he entered the visitors
room of the home; and mother and
daughter were too absorbed in one an
other to note his approach, in spite Of
his heavy tread. He was thinking how
like the mother was the child when his
wife saw him, and his look was so in
tense as to startle her as she had before
been startled by him.
mol" he said in German: "Thou
shouldst not say good-by! The child
shall no more be left in this place.
Come to me, little one; come to our
home. Come! there is room enough for
three, and thou shalt not longer be
from thy mother!"
And after that there were no notes
IN the sunshine for her who had been
Roberts widow.