Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-09-12
Continued.


street. 1t was an ugly street, with
houses that looked like barracks; her
aunt's house-one of the few old
buildings which had not yet fallen a
sacrifice to the widespread love of
building-stcod there like a dwarf
among the other giant buildings pack
ed to the roof with tenants. On the
sidewalk, which a thick autumn mist
had made damp and slippery, people
were hurrying to and = fro--not the
finer sort who had charmed Hilda' S
eyes the day before, but people who
were going with an air of haste and
business to their work or on some
special Grand The horse-cars jim
gled by, coalcarts rumbled over the
pavements, and then there came a
funeral-it was all so ugly in the
gray tints of an October mist.
Aunt Polly left the room, but Hilda
did not perceive it; she was still
gazing out into the street, waiting for
something. Presently she saw her
aunt crossing the street in her dark,
ample waterproof. her umbrella In her
hand. She waddled rather clumsily
over the pavement. and before she
disappeared in the opposite butchers
shop she came into collision with a
young fellow Hilda saw her turn
and call something after him, nodding
angrily the while, but he took no
notice but came straight across TO
the little house. Hilda's heart stop
ped beating for a moment; he car
ried a wonderful basket of roses in
his hand, and she felt with unmistak-
able certainty that those roses were
for her. She got up and went out
into the hall. Yes, the bell was really
ringing; the boy came up the stairs
and asked for Fraulein Hildegarde
Won Zweidorf.
81 am Fraulein Won Zweidorf." she
said From whom?"
81 do not know" replied the mes
senger, giving the basket into the
Young girls hand. He fingered a
little, waiting for his fee, and looking
at the door behind which Hilda had
disappeared; then he went down
stairs again, whistling. But the
young girl within the room was
hiding her face in the flowers and in
hailing their fragrance, which quite
intoxicated her.
Aunt Polly found her walking up
and down the room with quiverlne
limbs and burning cheeks, the roses
still in her hand.
What is all this?" asked the old
lady. who was just going to put her
veal in to roast. where did you get
the fiowers?"
The words were spoken in very
suspicious tone.
81 don't know, aunt; they were just
left here for me-"
THAT is curious, That thing must
have cost twenty marks at least, at
this time of the year. Just you listen
to me, child"-and the stout little
aunt stood before the slender niece
with uplifted finger and wrathful eyes
fall this stuff of anonymous bou-
duets and that sort of thing won
go down with me, do you understand
You are living with a respectable wo-
man. and you will behave like a &c
spectable girl, or the door will be open
to y0u-there!
Every drop of blood had fed from
the girls face. and the basket with
the flowers dropped from her limp
hand.
Aunt" she gasped, what are you
saying? What do you mean?"
''Oh, don't fly into passion. | am
only telling you what you have got to
do" was the reply, and Frau Polly
peeled an onion over the frying-pan.
81 don't know who the flowers
came FROM" said Hilda, defending
herself. 81 declare to you, aunt, that
7 only suppose they must have come
from Herr Jussnitz, the artist, the
man who came here with me yester
day. knew him before, he used tt
live next door to us, and he is going
to give me lessons"
"Well, well, we shall see about that
For the present you can do something
TO occupy yourself, so you need not be
sitting around thinking your silly
thoughts. The stockings that came
hack from the last wash are not
darned yet, and the yarn is there or
the workable"
'T-aunt-I have a headache, and
7 must go out into the air. | didn't
come here to darn stockings either;
want to educate myself for an artist
You will surely let me visit the
galleries?"
Aunt Polly was still standing
speechless, with the onion in hei
hand, when her insulted niece shut
the hall-door behind her, and hurried
down the street, crying with vexatior
at the treatment she had undergone.
The indigant girl followed the
horse-car track. and at length found
herself in the handsomer part of the
town. She asked some one to tel
her where the picture gallery was
and was told to turn to the right
She was forced to wait on the cornel
of the street, there was such a con
fusion OF carriages and foot-passen
gers. Among a couple OF horse-cars
several carts. and various droschkies