Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1901-08-22
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they would not marry beneath them
the poor Fraulein Won Zweidorf.
Leo Jussnitz was perfectly wei
aware Of all this. And the youngest
daughter was sitting before him, as
lovely as her sister had been, gazing
out toward the future with the same
wistful eyes, and the same smile
rested on the lovely little mouth.
beautiful vision of something he had
not thought of for a long time rose
before him-all the blissfulness of his
early youth, with it's high hopes and
it's foolish raptures of a first love.
What are you going to do out in
the wide world. Tony?"
He said it aloud, and was only re-
called to himself by her hearty laugh
'FMy name is Hildegarde, and 1 am
going to my aunt who lives in ORES.
den. | want to be'-she drew herself
up proudly-'to be a painter"
"a painter" he inquired, with a
smile. Don't dc it. Fraulein Hilda;
it only brings disappointment and
bitterness"
But l have talent. sir"
81 do not doubt it for a moment,
but still
But you cannot know what my
future will be-" she pouted.
mo, I am only judging from my
own experience. When a man
struggles for the rewards of destiny
and almost succumbs, how can a
weak, delicate girl hope to maintain
herself? And the life of an artist IS
and always must be a thorny path"
"Ah," she laughed, II will not let
you brighten me. and am not going
to boast; but really, sir, l am very
lucky. l must have been born under a
lucky star. Just listen and see what
will happen. l shall get a teacher, Il
dustrious as I can. and then I shall
get my first commission, perhaps half
out Of compassion, ar1 then I shall do
my very best-the picture is success
full, it makes a sensation. and some
fine morning I wake up and fine my
self famous! No, no. she continued,
Il will not hear anything. I shall
believe in my luck. I have heard
crOakings enough at home. I cannot
do as my sisters have done, for I am
different myself. Please, please, -
she concluded appealingly, clasping
her beautifully shaped hands, from
which she had drawn off the gloves,
edo not say anything, do not rob me
Of my trust in brighter future than
that | have so far had daily marked
out for me-
Her pale face had flushed and her
eyes sparkled with a wonderful fire
No" he replied, quite carried away
by her enthusiasm, mo, | will not.
May you be as successful in every
thing as you hope, and if [ can be of
use to you in any way-I am an artist
myself and we'll known in artistic
circles-you may count on me-"
There, didn't 1 tell you SOP" she
cried. IF that isn't luck! This very
morning I was wondering how [
should ever manage to penetrate to
the studio of some celebrated artist
and here find an old acquaintance of
Tonys, and the doors fly open to me. -
1T is to be hoped you will be
satisfied with lesser celebrity"
You are an artist. Then you must
be that Jussnitz who painted the
Witch of the Brocken'! I saw the
picture in an illustrated Journal
witch had red hair. the most wonder
full effect Of color, the description said.
Was that really your" And she gazed
at him with wide, astonished eyes.
eyes, it was l." he said, in a low
tone, returning her gaze.
They were silent for while after
this. What beauty" he thought,
what grace," as he studied every line
Of the blushing girlish face. The
train slowed up, and the whistle Of
the locomotive indicated that they
were approaching their destination.
Where does your aunt live?" he in
quired hastily.
"X-Strasse, in the Friedrich
stadt. Is it far from here?'
She was standing up. and, with her
slender figure drawn to it's full height
she was taking a handbag down from
the rack overhead.
Eyes, long way" he replied.
ooh, what a PITY" she said
He took the bag from her hand
''Will any one come to meet you?'
mo. Auntie does not expect me
till tomorrow, but I had no peace at
home, and I didn't want to hear any
more signs and croakings. So
started off by myself this morning
without telling any one. and without
saying good-by. I hate to say good
by"
He smiled.
Give me your bag. I will carry ii
to the droscbky for YOU
Thank you. but am going to walk
I shall hire a porter"
1T is impossible, Fraulein Won
Zweidorf. You must have a carriage
l have something to do in the Fried
richstadt, too. Permit me to Offer
you seat in my carriage-I-''
No, thank you,' she said coldly
with the air Of a princess.
L entreat you to accept it," he
| urged, with genuine anxiety. "Yol
have no idea how far it is; you reall,
! cannot wander about alone in Dresden