Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1901-09-02

| who are lily cared fOr,-Cne rest LOT
| the poor-fund. Yes, and only think,
he would have been unable to prove
that his father was once innocently
! convicted, had not cousin held
couple of scraps of paper, which ex-
planned the whole story; letter left
by the first wife, which proves that
| Nordmann senior was no thief, ana
| secondly, a writing which old Drank
WITT gave to his confederate, Wolf
meyer, as receipt for the consider
able sum received for Langenwald,
which Wollmeyer paid him in good
bonds and cash-three days after the
oath of manifestation was given!
And these letters the worthless man
may God forgive him his sins-was
trying to pilfer when you called for
help and brought the entire affair to
light. Lord! Anneliese, the story is
in all the newspapers under the head
| ing: "A dead mans vindication.
81 have read nothing, aunt"
! Child, you must not grieye; Wolf
meyer blinded more people than your
poor mother and me-"
aunt, he never deceived mel" re-
piled I.
at is true" she assented, you
could not endure him from the first
AS I said, child, taken all in all, it
would be better were you to leave
here for a while. The affair will die
out in time-at present it is against
your future, though you are not in the
least to blame. You have nothing
here from which it will grieve you to
i part I think that when the heart Is
deeply attached to anything or person,
it seems impossible to one to tear
oneself away. Cousin and are two
old women, what can you care about
us? And you know, too, that we shall
think Of you constantly, and that as
long as live you will always be as
sured of shelter when the waves
dash too high"
"You are right, aunt, have nothing
but you two, that is great deal, and
! shall leave you with regret"
'H'm!" said she.
She had probably expected that I
would mention something else that I
should have to leave. | could not; I
thought that Robert had long since
forgotten me, and that if he had not
forgotten me, that the terrible
catastrophe would lie eternally be-
tween US like an abyss which even
the most ardent love could never
) sufficiently bridge over.
"Well then-to England, child"
Yes, aunt"
''Your effects, mean your mothers
effects, you can leave them with me,
Anneliese."
eyes, aunt. thank YOU"
'I will go as far as Hamburg with
you. chicken, have wanted to go
there a long time"
nodded with emotion.
What sort of man is this Nord-
mann?" she then asked. "He must be
a wonderful saint; hundreds in his
place would have pocketed the money.
Well, to be sure-when one has plenty
oneself! Still it was good of him;
he has acted magnanimously all
through the affair. He wanted moth
ing but TO clear his deceased fathers
memory, he is said to have remarked,
it panied hin that in doing so a blot
should have been put upon the name
of one no longer able to defend him.
self, but he could not do any different,
he owed it to his dead parents and to
bis future family. What ails you,
Anneliese? Are you crying. You
are, too, quite pale; this trif1ing exer-
else causes you to pant. Walk slowly,
I must go home, l want to close your
engagement?
She kissed my brow Courage,
child, things are not half as hard as
they SEEM"
i | stood beside the trunk of the old
elm and leaned my head against it.
The garden lay before me deserted,
in Autumnal baroness, the mist from
the fields rose and hung upon the
trees like a veil; damp and faded the
leaves lay upon the ground. The
world was as silent, as drowsy, as il it
longed to fall asleep, weary Of the
bloom of summer. If mortals could
but fall asleep thus to awake in the
spring after a delightful repose?
Why had we to live on, on, under
gray sky without sunbeams, without
| warmth, deserted, alone in strange
land, among strange people? It
would be so beautiful, SO fairy-like,
were Robert to stand before me once
more as he did on the night Of
mammals death, and to say: Come
Anneliese!" But he did not do so
again, too much guilt lay between us,
heavy guilt-another's guilt.
A faint voice within me tried to
contradict: but he does love you still,
he will come; patience, Anneliese,
patience! But patience was never
my strong point; how can one be
patient when one loves and thinks
that he whom one loves does not
share ones passion. No, he did not
love me! 1t had been pity, CON-
passion, for the poor, tortured girl,
which actuated him. Now he knew
| tho torture was pndod fh0 69V of