Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-10-17
Continued.

do not let IFS part IKE TINS!
You will come and make me
visit, Antje?"
"oh, mother, 1t is impossible for
you to go away like this"
''Of course | must go No one
shall ever say that set my own child
against her husband. have warned
you and you know now. You must
help me pack my things. Ante"
And she had gone without looking
at the young man again. Ante sew
how he bowed down almost to the
ground in mockery of her, but she
saw it through her fears.
At length the silver was al put
away She stood there in the faint
twilight and felt almost afraid, She
was so lonely and so sad at heart.
Leo had had no word of comfort for
her. He had avoided her eyes. and
vet she would have shown him so
gladly that she did not approve of the
harsh words Of her excited mother.
She thought and thought how she
might give him some encouragement,
some sien of acknowledgment of this
Her mother had meant wei, but how
could she use such words 10 him as
"an art that brings in nothing?"
Ante pressed the palms other hands
together in her inward torture. III l.
only kncv Of something she thought
'someth4g that would give him
great p.e4surei" But she could
think of nothing, and with a sigh she
mounted the stairs to her own room
CHAPTER VII.
Malbcrg had asked for lamp, and
he sat down to write. but he did not
touch the pen. Lost in thought, he
leaned back in a corner of the sofa |
and smoked a cigar 1t had been |
more than uncomfortable at dinner |
Antje had only answered yes or no;
Leo was excited and distracted, and |
looked at his watch oftener than was /
exactly civil, and had at length driven /
away half an hour earlier than the /
time he had first appointed He had |
taken leave abruptly of his wife and |
his guest, saying; II hope you VIII
not be too much bored" Ante had
then made a cup of coffee at side
table, and had conscentiously re-
manned sitting beside,her guest till
he had drained his last drop without
uttering a word except "Gesegnete
Mahlzelt!" when they separated.
With his head leaning on his hand,
he pondered over the matter Which
was to blame? Whose fault was It
that there was no happiness in his
household. Everything about him /
was so still that Il seemed as though |
the house was deserted What was
the young wife doing now. he won.
dered. Was she sitting BY ne. ehilds
bed? Was she weeping because her |
mother left her so suddenly on &C.
count of her quarrel with Leo? He |
gave sudden yawn: really IL was |
horribly dull In this Sibyllenburg, At
last he took up up book. Der
Hungerpastor" by Raabe. He knew
IL we'll and was very fond of it. All.
YES. hunger is "A bad thing--there are
people who have great munger and
some who have little Leo had
great deal. but Ante. on the other
hand, seemed to have none at all.
Strange that these two should have
come together And Maiberg knew
for what Leo hungered,--for fame.
for recognition. for satisfying
activity. for q heart that could sympa.
thize with him. could be ambitious for
him, and which he believed he could
not find in his wife To be sure, she
hungered. too; she hungered for his
confidence. FOR his love; they both
h fingered according TO their different
natures.
Would the Herr Doctor take cup
OF tea with the gracious LADY," in.
Quired a servant at the door.
Tie said he would be pleased to do
SO and followed a man through Leos
studio and little ante room into the
houdoir of the gracious lady" as the
servant designated t. Maiberg shook
his head II was an exceedingly
eoquettish room in which he found
himself Walls. chairs, aud ottomans
were covered with silk damask of
large-tlowered pattern; the heavy cur
ta'ns above a divan were held back
by a laughing cupid charmingly
modelled in bronze. The pieces of
furniture with their brass ornaments
were of graceful shapes but florid In
style. Costly groupes of old MeiSsen
porcelain, chiefly scenes from Greek
mythology stood about ON consoles
etegeres, and before the mirrors
Here genuine rocco fan was lying
negligently ON table. as Il the fair
nand had but lately used Il. there. a
piece of music was spread on the rack
of magnificent old spinet- Maiberg
could see that il was French love
song of the time of the pompadour
and IN the bookcase were spread out
whole rows of volumes IN faded blue
and pink velvet. in which the unap-
preciated spirits OF that time had
written down their contributions to |
the memoirs OF the period
n ,,.au n charming ..arpfxref aapriaa i