Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-08-29

ence, SAID another, In confirmation.
Leo Jussnitz looked quite dismayed
for a moment. Then he said, quickly
recovering himself: MY wife has a
very bad headache. l had some i'm
pcstant business in town, and am
OILY going to drink glass Of beer and
then am going straight home. By
the way he continued, &c he took uy
his beer-glass with it's silver cover,
q shall hold you to your word, gentle
mon; come out to US tomorrow
Oh. certainly, they would all come,
but Jussnitz must stay a while longer,
Il was SO Internally dull, as every one
had gone tc the wedding of little
Countess Mellenthieu.
'Imposslblel" replied Jussnitz, and
after having settled everything for the
following day, he left the restaurant.
n the first fower-shop which he found
open, he bought bunch Of violets.
As he was leaving the shop with the
vIolets in his hand, he turned back and
ordered a basket of flowers to be sent
to Fraulein ven Zweidorf, in x
Strasse.
'sWill you send your card with it,"
inquired the shop-woman.
NO" he replied, putting UP his
purse.
"But you have forgotten your
violets. sir" the woman called after
him.
He came back in some vexation,
snatched up the forgotten flowers, and
drove to the station. He just caught
the train and jumped into carriage.
'How you look, Jussnitz; are you
ill?" asked good-natured voice.
ooh, is it you, Barrenberg? No, not
ct ell i'll, only rather hurried. | want
ed to catch this train"
Have you been at the club? /
suppose there was no one there"
ooh, yes" And he mentioned the
names of the gentlemen.
my cousin is at your house this
evening, Jussnitz."
ooh, | don't think so, Barrenberg;
the Baroness was there yesterday"
"And she had an invitation from
your wife for today. l am sure of it."
Jussnitz laughed.
"All mistake, my dear Barrenberg.
She even refused me a sitting-on the
score of headache"
'The little liar. She wrote me not
to come this afternoon. not till late
this evening. We are going with the
horses to the races at H tomorrow
morning. Are you going?" asked the
portly man, whom one would hardly
believe had once been a cavalry
officer.
Perhaps" replied Jussnitz.
you had better comet The hussars
have invited us to breakfast-and
will take you.'
Thanks, if | possibly can" he said
earelessly. The cousin Of the beauli-
full Baroness was a bore to him this
evening. He was thinking of Antje
and how he could excuse himself for
having forgotten what day it was. He
hoped she had not waited up for him.
''Have you carriage to meet you,
Barrenberg?" he inquired. He re
membered that he had ordered his for
a later train.
81 hope Irene will have sense enough
to send me her coupe"
"Then will you give me a lift,
Barrenberg?"
"Of course. Jussnitz."
The carriage was there, and Jussnitz
got Out near his house as they drove
by AS he walked along by the garden
wall, he saw light in the dining-room,
and angrily bit his lip. She was
really sitting there waiting for him,
and he knew precisely how she would
receive him, without word of re-
proaeh, with pale face, with quiet,
Indifferent manner, and in her eyes an
expression sad as death.
He opened the hall-door angrily.
There she stood in the middle of the
room, glowing like a rose, and with a
happy light in her eyes as she saw the
bouquet in his hand.
She said Leo" in her usual
hesitating fashion.
Il hurried good DEAL" he said, as if
he had read his wife's thoughts. Il
wanted to catch the nine O'Clock
train"
He poured himself out wine-glass
half full of rum, and sitting down at
the table. he added: Il had to go to
town today. on account of-on account
cf the studio. / have taken it,"
Ante looked at him with startled
eyes; she knew nothing about it.
"A studio in town." she inquired,
and her voice was husky.
yes; you know | want to try por-
raft painting. Should | have my
models come here? That would not
suit you"
And you will so there every day.
lnd--?"
"Oh, every day don't know about
that. It may be that shall be away
for weeks. when have an interesting
work on hand. That will settle ITSELF
She dropped her head and was
silent.
do order in something fit TO eat,
Antje. can't satisfy my appetite
with those little thin slices of bread
and butter and sausage. Do you al
ways spread such splendid table
when you are alone? shouldn't
wonder IL you followed your mother
example next and acquired taste for
cf,ntal tubor I on,