Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-09-19

/ "SiS INC "hlS SldIS SCdtJereu over
their coats. Herr Jussnitz had Just
met at the station his friend Wolf
Maiberg, who had come direct from
Hamburg. Only a few days before h.,
had arrived there on the steamer
from Rio de Jaueiro, and had come to
spend Christmas with his friend
| Jussnitz.
Leo Jussnitz looked cross. "You
| will certainly take cold, Wolf he
grumbled. What an idea, to want to
| drive in an open carriage,"
/ IF you are afraid of freezing, then
have the carriage shut up" was the
reply. 'As for me, it is perfect
delight to be able to breathe snowy
air-German snowy air, once more,
Leo.
And the mans broad breast ex-
banded, he drew in such long, full
breath. A shadow passed over his
handsome, strong face, the sunburned
color of which contrasted strangely
with the light full beard and the
clear, gray-blue eyes, as Jussnitz
actually gave orders to have the car
riage closed
"It is pity" he said; this wintry
landscape, the white roofs of the
villas in their snowy gardens make
such a pretty picture. You can't
imagine, Leo, how delighted was
when l saw the first flakes from the
window Of the train today. Such a
feeling of having got home came over
me so powerfully that T.
"Oh, for Heavens sake, Wolf, you
will see plenty of snow now, and i
have no desire to get a cold in my
head"
DR.. Maiberg, struck by the irritated
tone, looked penetratingly at his
friend, and noticed his sharpened
features, pale face, and dull eyes.
Are you not well, Leo?" he asked,
anxiously.
"Oh, don't torment me with
questions like that, Wolf. l can't
possibly look as l did eight years
ago."
"Of course not, any more than I do
the years will write lines on our
faces. But still you might look we'll,
and that is not the case. You lo5k
nervous"
my dear Wolf. you are on the look
out for patient" said Jussnitz, with
an angry laugh.
Heaven forbid. On the contrary,
am glad for once not to hear any
complaints, but l am sorry not to
find you as well as had hoped"
II thought my last letter might
have" began Jussnitz.
Eyes, to be sure-that letter.
could sec from that that you we're not
quite up to the mark. 1t was a jum-
BILE of complaints and self-congratula-
tons, of good and bad-you were not
at your best when you wrote it, Leo.
But just look, there is a wagon full of
Christmas trees" said Maiberg, sud
denly interrupting himself and point
ing with a smile to the cart which
drove by as fast as its heavy burden
would allow, filling the air with
resinous odor of fir-trees.
"They are all going to Santa Claus,
said Jussnitz. But don't get excited.
Wolf; you shall have Christmas
tree; only, for Heavens sake, don't
let us be sentimental"
81? l haven't the slightest leaning
in that direction, Leo. l was only
trying to avoid a sentimental con-
yersation that seemed to have been
burning on your tongue ever since we
mani IN
mind to me, OLD fellow, and will not
give you chance to do it. I would
rather see and judge for myself. 1
am convinced that it is not half SO
bad as you try to make out. You al
ways used to exaggerate."
"You are still of the opinion, then,
that only that man is happy who be-
lieves himself to be so?"
quite right, that is still my
opinion; for it is not the circumstance
itself, but only the way we take it.
that makes ell our trouble. Who is it
that has said the same thing? Well,
no matter, it is true, at all events"
my mother-in-law is on visit to
us now" said Jussnitz. laconically.
The other laughed heartily. "Ah,
there are vineyards, Leo! Have you
anything so delightful On your placer"
Eyes, there are vineyards belonging
to Sibyllenburg," replied Jussnitz.
Then you will offer me a draught
OF wine from your own press at the
gate Of your castle, Leo?"
Unfortunately, / do not make my
own wine. have let the vineyard
1t is too heavy a wine for me. 1t is
pity, Wolf, for you would no doubt
take the Sibyllenburg wine for
genuine Rudesheimer or JOhannis-
berger. thanks to your gift for seeing
tasting, and feeling things as you ex-
pect to find them"
Now you seem to be recovering.
Leo. so tell me about your painting.
Have you finished Jour picture of the
beautiful Baronegs?"
mo. have had something more
important on hand. and she has been
away for long time. too"
more irnportant?" inquired Wolf
Maiberg, stopping to pick up a small