Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-11-07
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who thought it was a perfectly
splendid idea" to invite her to a
Christmas-eve party. who, waving her
feather fan and giving out strong
odor of the latest perfume, planted
herself before her own picture, which
in a red velvet frame hung over a
small divan. and turning up her eyes
with an expression Nelly tried in vain
to initiate afterward, considered dear
Barrenberg's devotion quite touching.
| There was a General Won So and So,
with his wife and four daughters, the
youngest of whom numbered thirty
summers, and who all had long white
| faces with pale lips, numberless
| freckles, and red hair. Their two
brothers, at home on their vacations,
accompanied them. being always on
the lookout for rich wife, losing no
no opportunity of finding one, and
! doubly on the alert this evening, for
the two Benkins, in addition to all
their charms of person, had the great
advantage of being Barrenberg's pre-
sumptive heiresses-at least such was
the report The fact that Barrenberg
was only forty years old was not
taken into consideration; he was sure
not to marry out of pure good-nature.
The young ladies put on rather a
/; naughty air when the two officers
greeted them, and received very cold
ly the striking cordiality of the four
sisters.
"a nice match that would be-" ex-
claimed Nelly. AS some one else
came in just then, Nelly nudged
Nelly and said: "Oh, look, Nell"
But they both involuntarily made a
low courtesy as their uncle said:
My two nieces, Frau Jussnitz."
The two pair of clear girlish eyes
looked at Antje as she entered on her
husbands arm, and at the sight of
that soft, womanly face, which they
found so agreeable among all the
others, they forgot their harmless
mockery.
did you see, she has been crying 2"
whispered Nelly to Nelly. The latter
nodded assent, and they both looked
after the young wife, whose long,
dark brown velvet train was just dis.
appearing through the door of the adj
Joining room.
1T is wonderful said the Baron
ess. in low tone to her cousin. what
an atmosphere of boredom that wo-
man carries about with her. You
ought not to have leased Jussnitz so
frightfully to bring her-especially
as she hates to come herself"
why, Irene!"
Hush, cousinl She is in the way
here If we want to make fun
Nelly thrust her little head between
her uncle and aunt.
Il think she is charming" she said
emphatically, "and now | am going
to find her and see if she is really
such a bore"
Nelly carried out her resolution.
but she soon came back with a disap-
pointed look and Joined her sister.
who was talking with Lieutenant
Osten.
"Oh, dear" she said, with pretty
air of wisdom, "all is not gold that
glitters."
While the rest of the company
moved gayly about in Barrenberg's
elegant rooms, Ante sat quite
alone at a little marble table turning
over the leaves of hunting-album.
She would so gladly have remained at
home, shut she had no reason to give
for such desire. Her mother was
no longer at Sibyllenburg-she was
sitting all alone in the old manor
house at home-and her child was
still so small. Ante had had tree
for her in the afternoon when she
came back from the city; and before
it was time to come here, the child
had grown tired of it's play and had
gone to sleep, so there was no need
of her remaining at home.
So here she was, even lonelier
| than her absent mother, with her sad,
heavy heart. She did not hear the
laughter and talking about her. she
did not see the throng of people. She
turned over the leaves of her book
and still saw nothing but the picture
that had presented itself to her eyes
this morning. lovely girlish face,
pair of little hands putting her hat
straight on her dark, silky hair, and
one hand gloveless. Then she saw
Leo again, and saw a tiny glove
which had fallen out of his pocket.
and heard his short, embarrassed
words: How did it get there?"
Ante was foolish, very foolish!
She scoided herself for it. and yet
she could not put these thoughts out
OF her mind nor keep them from
dwelling on that trifing circum.
stance. She wished that she might
have one friend that she might call
her own, to whom she could confide
the thoughts that tortured her. and
who would scold her and say: "Antie
how can you harbor such dreadful
suspicions?"
If she could only get up courage
Il - L.