Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1901-03-25
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!, lands and the tables laden with flow
ers. The cousin was invisible. She
was busy in the kitchen among the
preserve-jars and jelly-glasses, while
the landau was being washed in front
/ of the stable.
At three o'clock the housemaid came
and asked me if I would not like to
! look at the rooms upstairs, they We're
ready to receive their occupants;
they were very beautiful, those at
Becker's could not compare with
them. Ireplied CURLY in the negative.
The cousin brought me my long-de-
.layed meal. Come, Fraulein Anne
liese, do not be cross! have brought
you your favorite dish tool"
could not eat. Weary and fever
ish / leaned my head against the
back of the chair; yet, at bottom, my
indifference was very weak.
At half-past five the cousin asked
me if I cared to meet my parents at
the station, Friedrich was going to
drive over.
mol" was my brief reply.
But I sat there in the deepening
twilight, and my heart throbbed wildly
at every stroke of the clock in the
cousins tiny chamber. The lantern
at the gateway cast out red light in
the fog and mist Of the November
night, and in front of the window fell
the first large snow-fakes, at first
singly and slowly, then quicker,
thicker, and finally in a mad, wild
whirl. A shimmering cover lay soft
and white upon the branches of the
old elms at the windows, and coy
cred the courtyard with a cleaning
carpet From the stove in which the
peat slowly burned, could see the
snow-fakes dance, but, owing to this
soft carpet, did not hear the carriage
and sat there, unconscious of the fact
that my mother with a disappointed
air had just crossed the threshold,
paused and considered. Only when
heard noise in the rooms above me
did start Could it be she already?
But no! She would first have inquired
for me, would first have come to me.
/ The cousin entered, her severe old
face crimson, from the fire and from
working You might at least have
met your mother at the door-she
looked so sad, and he-he looked like
thunder-cloud"
Now the struggle was to begin.
said to myself, ascending the stairs
with clinched teeth, in order to well
come mamma, fully convinced that
would meet with an unpleasant recep-
ton. But it was not so. Her master
and mistress were laying aside their
wraps, said the housemaid, ushering
me into a drawing-room, truly charm
ing in it's appointments. | had leisure
to examine all this, as well as the
adjoining dining-room, in which the an
cestral portraits of the Serrenbergs,
touched up by a master-hand, looked
very well, and lastly mammals boudoir
upon the other side of the drawing
room, furnished in pale blue. Nothing
| that taste and artistic skill could pro-
duce had been spared, and | was fore
| ed to confess to myself that Herr
| Wollmeyer had done all in his power
to prepare a vertically elegant home
for his second wife. Want, poverty
were at an end, but my conviction
that the old happiness had fed from
these rooms with Frau Won Sternberg's
modest furniture, remained mistaken.
At this moment / heard my step
fathers fat voice, teeming with in
ward satisfaction, say behind the
portiere: Our little daughter, where
is our dear little daughter?" and i'm
mediately thereafter he crossed the
threshold with outstretched hands
and a beaming countenance. How do
you do? How do you do, my dear lit
tie Anneliese?" he cried. as if we had
always been the best Of friends, and
notwithstanding my resistance he
drew me to his breast and pressed his
lips upon my brow.
An icy chill ran through my veins. /
maintained silence and drew back,
then mamma entered and | flew into
her arms and scanned her face, as
though could read therein if she had
quite forgotten my beloved papa and
me. She looked fresh and rosy and
wore strikingly elegant house-dress,
such as actresses wear upon the stage
in French play.
"My dear little Anneliese," said
she, now | must be angry with you
at once Upon the entire journey |
dreamed of seeing you at the door on
our arrival. and"
''Ah, do not scold, Helene!" inter
rupted Herr Wollmeyer. ct is not
easy to hear the rolling of a carriage
upon the snow, nor could the child
stand at the door exposed to draught
on our accounts. How is your health,
Anneliese, is the cough better?"
Wonderfully kind and good-natured
did his words sound.
81 thank you, yes" untruthfully
answered, looking with some degree
of establishment at my mediator.
"And you are not living up here in
your pretty rooms?" complained mann