The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1900-06-08

1T isn't true. He never said word
about marriage. He only kissed me be-
cause he loves me, and now he must
go back to Germany.
Its a nuisance and a great expense
TO take dogs across the ocean, said
Herr zimmel. take Leo and keep him
| as "A memento, Fraulein." He took his
leave OF mother and daughter in terms
| OF waf'meet friendship, heartily thank
ing them for their Kindness and beg
ging their forgiveness for any wrong he
might have done them. lie was kind
hearted, honest fellow. and his words
brought tears to the eyes OF both wo-
| men.
On her way from the steamer. Ann
chen kept patting Leo.
| Now we, you and L. arr. 'o~~'v w. :
has left us. Isn't 1t terrible? Isn't II
tnis world?"
Leo made no answer but he pranced
| and fidgeted around I'm a manner which
convinced Annchen that he understood
her and felt exactly as she did.
| Tive days had passed. Annchen and
| Leo were sad and restless az ever In
the evening Of the third day they went
! out for hearty talk about Herr Zim-
mel. They turned into Second avenue
| Annchen's eyes were full.
| III.
| Herr Wagner was striding along Sec
| ond avenue. looking at the clocks in the
stores, and apoiogizing 10 the ladies he
brushed aside, when suddenly he felt
tug at his coat; A big dog bounded
| away and--lo and behold. n fair-sized
| piece OF cloth was dangling from his
| Prince Alberta rugged, triangular
| piece with a hole, a black hole OF precise
| iy the same size and shape-over IL.
| Herr Wagner's blood ran cold; his arms
| dropped to his sides. His eyes were
| looking for the dog. but II was a block
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mad. The next moment he beheld
young woman. She was rosy-eheeked.
blond and fieshy.
'Ach du liber Gott." she said. clap
ping her hands together. as she looked
down at the rent in his frockcoat. Leo!
Leo. Whatever have you done?" The
dog came dancing back and she took
him in her arms What have you
done. Leo?' she repeated. with sym
pathy for the low-spirfted dog, as
much as for the young man.
It's terrible. simply terrible" mur-
his bleeding heart.
I'm very. very sorry. sir. but the
dog is out of sorts. His master has
left for Germany. you know
It's simply terrible
1T Is not a new coat. is it?"
What matters IL? have very i'm
portant appointment and now l can't
go there at ALL It's simply terrible
II could mend il for you. sir. We live
over there, on Eighth street--oh. you
naughty boy! I'll write to Herr Zimmel
about it-f can mend 1t for you. SIR
But ii will show. and it's a very fine
place am going to. o. It's simply ter
ribIe,"
1T won't show bit. Le0's master
once came home with his overcoat all
torn, and I mended IL for him so we'll
that nobody could see the seam"
Yes. but what good will IL do me? 1t
will be too late to go there, anyhow"
"Ach. mein Gott.' she exclaimed.
with genuine anguish. She assured him
the operation would not take more than
fifteen minutes. and. as she spoke, her
voice and her face were so full Of sym
pathy that he could not help yielding.
He had nothing 10 lose. anyhow. AS he
took a closer look at her he saw the
traces OF weeping In her eyes.
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They found bright fire in the parlor
stove. A warm twilight filled the room.
Herr Wagner's face was all aglow. He
sat In his shirt sleeves, while Fraulein
was plying her needle on his unfortun-
ate Prince Albert"
Excuse my coat sleeves" he said
every little while.
"Ach You know It's Leo's fault, not
yours she answered. carefully avoid
blame, either. He was so downhearted,
he didn't know what to do, poor crea-
ture,'
The dinner to which Herr Wagner
had been invited was out of the ques-
ton: 1t was nearly s o'clock. So II seem
ed something far away. something seen
in a dream.
Frau Binde offered him cup of
coffee and piece OF cake. He tried 10
decline, but the room was so warm
and comfortable. Frau Binde insisted
so sincerely and he was so hungry
that he accepted.wlth thanks and apol-
ogies. The old woman went back to her
work. Fraulein Binde sighed again arid
again. So did Herr Wagner. between
sips and bites. At last she said:
"Leo's master was one Of our board
ers."
WAS hep"
Annchens story was not slow in COM
ing.
Herr Wagner was interested. "Did
you cry?" he asked. She nodded several
times. There was a sob in her throat;
she could not speak. Presently she
said HE is gone. gone, gone. and all
that remains Of him IS Leo-dear Leo.
I'll never part with him. When ] look
at him / think Of Herr Zimmel. and
when / think OF Herr Zimmel I feel
both sad and happy She burst into
tears once more.
Don't cry" Herr Wagner said ten
derly. Hell come back to you. mark
| my word
He began pacing the floor. and then.
| suddenly stoping in front Of her, he
| said, with great agitation:
Its something like my own case,
| Fraulen. / am in love, Fraulein. Yes,
| I'm in love. Every fibre IL afame in
| me-" Annchen looked up from her
| sewing, completely absorbed. 1T was
| to play my declaration to her that 1
| was going 10 her fathers house. She
| would have understood me. know she
| would. Every note would have address,
| ed itself to her heart. II is based on
I my theory. Richard Wagner is all the
| rage nowadays. Even the French who
l hate us because we are better than
they. even they play him. And yet, and
yet-the last word has not yet been
uttered. Verdi Is naive. His melodies
| express-what do they express? Moth
ing! Absolutely nothing. They convey
neither the character, nor the senti-
| ment of the persons. It's candy music.
| But Wagner fell into the opposite ex-
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