Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1901-11-21

radiance She had mad mel
back turned to the gentlemen, but
now she came across the room AMI
took her seat between them
Hadn't you better go and look after
Fraulein Won Zweidorf?" said Leo.
impatiently she seems to be ILL.,
| Il have already been to see her,
replied his wife. "She is not i'll, she
only seems greatly excited. I could
get no answer to all my questions, ex-
cept that she wished her things sent
for from her aunt's, for she wished to
go away by the next train"
Go away?" inquired Leo, crushing
( his toast between his fingers
Where"
ITO her parents, she said"
THAT is delightful for me and my
picture" he exclaimed. and what
did you say, if I may ask"
Il tried to persuade her to make her
peace with her aunt FIRST"
Jussnitz froWned.
But she was exceedingly indignant
lat the very idea" continued Antje,
Who had insulted her shamefully, and
asked for a pen and ink to write to
her father"
Il will go and see the worthy Aunt
Polly, by-and-by," exclaimed Leo.
"Hilda is right; she cannot go back to
her-she certainly was not much
above the grade of d washerwoman in
her behavior last night. But Fraulein
Won ZWeidOrf must not go away for all
that, for my picture must not suffer
for her childish folly. So, pray, have
the goodness, Ante, to go up to her
and invite her to remain as our guest
until-well, We will see about that, l
will drive in town in about an hour.
VIII you come too, Maiberg? Wen.
Antje, ! should like to have an an
swer."
Antje had looked beyond him; the
silver teaspoon in her hand shook
slightly.
Eyes," she replied at length, when
Leo bad stopped speaking.
"Of course you must not mention the
picture as the chief reason" he con
tinued, in a warning voice; you need
only say how glad we shall be to
keep her mere for while. Do yor
understands"
This time Ante made no reply.
She rose, took her key-basket, and left
the room.
Your wife looks very pale" re,
marked Wolf.
She always does when anything
does not suit her. have accustomed
myself not to notice it." And Leo
took up the newspaper, and taking Fl
comfortable Whit at his cigar, he
added: It's a queer sort of thing
can't imagine how women can invent
so many different ways Of making
themselves Gtsagreeable. This prac-
tical joke Of the Baroness was got up
for Antics especial benefit. Well
this time she got herself out of the
difficulty tolerably we'll"
''Tolerably well? She acted like a
brave, true woman, as she is" re-
turned Matberg, giving his cup an
angry push as he spoke.
He recalled Leo's words last even
ing, begging him not to keep so con
tinually beside Ante, and he flushed
involuntarily. Then he got up. eff
you don't mind" he said, very quietly,
Il will not s0t to Dresden with you"
why not? We were going to lunch
with Ba2renberS at the English
Garden"
Thank you; | really have no desire
to plunge into a crowd of strangers SO
soon again" And with a cry grave
look in his blue eyes he, t. took I'D 4
newspaper seated himself by the win
dow, and began to read.
At this moment Antje came in.
"Well?" called out Leo.
She will stay with us, Leo"
'Ah. really" he said, careIessly.
folding up his napkin. quite contrary
to his usual custom. as he remarked:
Then l will finish the picture here"
Antje busted herself about the
table; she apparently had not heard
her husbands words. Then she again
took up her key-basket to go about her
household duties. At the door she
turned and said: 'Fraulein Won Zwei-
dorf wishes to speak with you, Leo.
before you go to Dresden. She is
waiting for you in my sitting-room
upstairs. l shall so to church by-and-
by. You will be back in time fol
dinner, | suppose, for I do not like t.
| give the servants their presents with
out you"
He muttered something that sound
ed like assent. and she disappeared.
! "Classen," she said, downstairs in
the kitchen, the young lady will stay
here for some time"
The old woman looked searchingly
at her mistress, but she could not tell
from that calm face whether this visit
was pleasure or burden to her.
Very good" she said, but /
wouldn't keep an actres like yon in my
house."
She is not an actress, Classen, -
replied Antje, YEARLY, looking up from
the great Christmas STOLEN on which
she was mechanically afTixing the
scrap of paper with the name of the
recipient. She is an old friend of my
husbands, and he is painting her be
cause she is so pretty.
His friend? What does he want OF
a friend when he has got a wife liks
your" she muttered to herself, begin
ming to shove her great pots and pans
about angrily. cit is all very we'll tc
be good and submissive, but to be toe