Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-11-28

cause Herr Jussnitz knows her
family, and"
She stopped, quite out of breath and
in great confusion.
My husband Is so wrapped up in
his art that when he is painting he
forgets everything else" said Ant1e,
smiling with pale lips. You mus
not be Offended at that, my dear Frau
Berger; he did not mean the least
rudeness to Fraulein Hildegarde,
though he did not mention me or
ask her to come and see me. He was
simply entirely taken up with his
work. For the artist who is creating
a picture. the outer world does no;
exist"
Then she got up and brought her
child.
Come. give your hand to the lady.
Don't you think he is like my hus.
band, Frau Berger?"
Yes, yes" said Aunt Polly, with
her eyes full Of tears as she stroked
the child's head But excuse me,
Frau Jussnitz. would like TO try
again to see Hildegarde. / am not
angry with her. | am only sorry for
her, and think it will be better for
her to go with me. / want to urge
her to 1t If | may"
Il will willingly take you TO her
rom. and try to persuade Fraulein
Hilda to see you" replied Ante.
When the young wife presented
herself at the young girls door, 1t
was opened. and Frau Polly slipped
in.
II was a very pleasant room which
had been assigned to Hildegarde
Hung entirely with gay cretcnne, ii
formed a sort Of tent; the bed, sofa,
and chairs were covered with Z
SIMILAR stuff. A soft, fiowery carpet
covered the floor, and a rockingham
was still in motion in front of the
tall mirror which reached to the
floor. In the elegant fireplace Il
bright fire was burning.
as it really your" escaped Aunt
Polly's lips, when she had closed the
door behind her; and she looked In
amazement at the slendor, beautiful
girl, who, in lose, pale pink morn
ing-dress belonging to Antje-the
same which the young wife had once
ordered to surprise her husband on
their wedding, and which she had
N Looked r,,lf
and as if the tasteful
gown had been made expressly for
her.
Hildegarde stood there with an
inscrutable face, her lips pressed
tightly together. But Aunt Polly
had long since forgotten that she had
ever been angry. She only remem-
bered that the child's beautiful future
had suddenly come to naught
you poor thing" she said, com
while the tears stream
ed from her eyes. IF | had ONLY
known before what / know now, you
would not have heard a single cross
word from me. Forget 1t all, my
Hilda, and come home with me; you
cannot stay heren
But iIilda was not one Of those
persons who easily forget an insult.
nor did she find ii any easier to bear
commiseration.
Il shall stay here. aunt" she said,
coldly, and when my portrait is
shall probably GO
She stopped, and twisted the pink
Of her dress about her finger
in some confusion.
"Hllda, what will you do here ,
Let the picture go. let him finish II
as best he may. Why should yon
make such trouble for yourself? 1t
cuts me to the heart when look at
you: 1t is such a horrible shame that
he should not have told you that he
was married. Come. IIilda. this 10
no place for you"
don't know what you mean.
aunt" replied her youthful niece,
very slowly. Her pale lips scarcely
moved L"
"TTilda. suppose it we're your father
urging you. You could not refuse
hlm2 BE frank with me-you love
this man: can you deny 1t? Good
Heavens. child. don't shake your
head; every feature In your face.
every step YOU took. has betrayed it
all this time ! beg of you child
rom" home with me; you ought not
- stay here"
have never thought of him. -
q Hiifa. In the same slow manner.
a's4 ssT turned away and walked to
~ pindOz
fiil4a, that ~ not true." said Fran
'~e' ~. hrrniy. and her face wore an
AZ - solsmnlty; lit Is not true.
~ bDrs him, and he loves you! /
"a. ~ "a woman. and know how
AAHks ~ IN this world. But you will
~ 'F''N.siiiipg a frightful sin IL you
'ssg A.tfs, sin against yourself.
sEsanst ti,s ami against his wife and
A''f "saiq, Only consider. for
isrtAfes SEX what will come of IT,"
i>'NsS ypg ~ say such things to
''' '''oF hiA4t crimson with anger.
''i.e s'eppfy Aef foot on the carpet.
'oor' ypf Eesas drag everything
Cos 'nyy 0,s #ife7 Can there be no
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