The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-07-21

has sacriiiced herself for me. and =.
'Achi Gott!,' NJ ~ + 2 N n N
II only she had heard his passion of
,rem0rsefulS tenderness. her hurt would
have been healed; but although he tried
to see her the next day he failed, and
the day after that she left Weinbergen
without his knowledge 1.
3 For six long years heIsearched vninly
for her, and none could understand why
Carl Bremen, the successful fla,tered
poet--for the prize poem had made his
uame--alSays wrote sorrowfully, as one
who had missed the best In life. But
and they suggested this as possible
reason for his melancholy.
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,i"iiss Haynes. will YOU play for us
agaln?.' - .st q Y u s
Kathleen rose promptly, IL a little
YEARLY, because she was paid to enter
/ tain these people. For six years she
had struggled on. neither failing nor
succeeding, but just9bnlunclng between
the two. earning enough to feed and
clothe herself, but quite outside the mr.
ustlc circle
The ring had opened once to let her
In but she had not seized the chance,
and It had closed against her inexora-
bly,. our of Weinbergen there had
been none to lend q helping hand, an ]
she had fought her way through the
years, dropping in WEAKNESS many a
bright hope and ambition and leaving
1t by tho wayside. She had laughed
sometimes. remembering the girl so
young and so silly making Splayfel!ows
and confdantsiof the very pigeons; but
she was not without consultations. for
ar q NVpr ri ,t.nc valI n
England. and It had been her labor OF
love to go through every line, dictiol-
( airy in hand and rejoice that he at,least
had caught the tide at the llpod. Fl r
rnncOr had soon died ofsits own inanl-
ton, and what was good stayed with
her. 8fi{sT
The warm auburn had faded Il little
from her hair. and the discipline OF life
had tanned her into patience; but she
touched with the strings with all the
old love and even greater power, only
the last chord, instead OF 1t being true,
was II trembling, faint, dlscord. for adj
vancing toward her, and parting the
careless throng as he came. was Carl
Brenner. The entertainment had been
given In his honor. and God had sent
her there to meet him. His face was
simply irradlated with the Joy OF find
4 Ing her ut last. land 40 he caught her
handsHtherc We're tcara in his eyes.
ff"Her2seliebte! have found you-af-
ter many days.
And the crowd looked on In dumb
amn.ement. dry as Gideon's t"ece.
whilst on the chosen two the richest
dew OF heaven descended Yet the mere
onlookers could not, be all unmovcl, for
even to witness such happiness from
nfar off is Il solemn thing. But to Carl
he and Kathleen were alone with their
JOY. He.was conscious OF nothing else
( In the world. (,
beloved, have sought you every
where. In Paris, in MunIch--at Berlin.
Leipsic-through nj your native land.
Never a written word OF mine, but It
was n message lseelslng You through oil
the world. Ach. the little KasZ!ein to
be so cruel--so unforglving. But now
Is all the sorrow and vain longing over
past There remains to US only the
joy Of meeting. and thou art of me once
again the great inspiration"
In his impetuous, tender hurry Of
words he waited for no answer, nor was
there need Of any. She saw that he
had remained faithful, and for them
both there was new heaven and new
earth.