Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-09-05

COHitSS even 10 ASFSeI Lh3t her com
passion was greater than all other
considerations.
The good Polly. When she came
home late that evening from her tea
party, a slender, giriish figure was
standing in the dark hall beside the
stout grocery woman. Like a young
countess thought Frau Polly, at the
first glance. And as this young coua.
tess developed into the niece she lad
not expected till the next day, Frau
Polly, who had just been impressing
the whole tea-party with her weighty
speeches, was quite abashed.
She had never thought of that
She even excused herself, in her first
confusion, for not being at home; she
made excuses for the bedroom, which
was at the back, was hardly big
enough to hold the little bed. and was
absolutely sitting with the smell OF
cheese from the store-room of the little
shop, which was directly beneath.
But Hilda Won Zweidorf said she
was tired, very tired, and was sure
she should sleep beautifully; and, as
she spoke, her eyes shone so, and
seemed to look so indifferently at the
more than simple furniture, far, far
away into some vague distance, that
Aunt Polly came to the conclusion that
she would have as an inmate one of
those dreamy, enthusiastic, artistic
natures that hardly know il they have
warm water set before them instead
Of coffee. In fact, Hilda declined
everything that was offered her, say
ing she was not hungry. But, on the
other hand, she was so heartily CRATE
full for the refuge she had found with
her dear Aunt Polly and asked with
such an expression of touching sym
pathy for her aunt's health, that the
old lady, when the girl was finally shut
up in her room, did not know whether
to be glad or sorry; only one thing
was clear to her, and that was that
Hilda would neither cook nor sew nor
help to clearn up the house.
Neither Aunt Polly nor Hilda slept,
much that night. The young girl
buried her glowing face in the pillows
and dreamed of wonderful future.
The first step was taken. Hilda Won
Zweidorf had absolute faith in her
success in life; she had had hard
struggle to gain her fathers consent
to her becoming an artist, and she had
carried out this struggle with a de-
termination that no discouragements
should overcome. 1t was impossible
for her TO believe that she, Ililda Won
Zweidorf, could live on till all her
bloom had faded, as her sister Tony
had done, and as her other sisters
seemed in fair way to do She had
called them poor-spiritei creatures"
over ami over again, aud had tossed
back her head when she saw the fou
sisters who were still at home as.
sembling in the little room every day
as the olGek struck eight, to sew or TO
knit. you are not human beings:
you are mere machines" she would
cry out. do try something else. Go
out into the world; good fortune will
never come here to this wretched
house; We must go and look for it,"
too extravagant in her ideas; they
We're far better off here at home than
Barbie and Lottie in their deaconess
house, where they were always in the
midst of sickness, misery. and death.
Well, Hilda had never sewed: she
earned her MONEY by painting on silk
and leather. She would sit out in the
meadow half the day. painting water
color picture, of the old castle on the
other side of the river. the oak-grove
which was marked out against the dis.
tant he 'Zon. or PEASANTS hut with
Wendish gable roof half hidden be-
meath huge inden-trees. Then, when
II was so lonely all around her. when
the golupn sunlight rested on the
meadows. the MONDAY bells sounded
from afar. and the bees hummed IN
the grass, her dark eyes would gaze
dreamily out into the distance. She
no longer saw what lay before her,
she only saw a bright, shimmering
chaos. very vague, far from clear. hut
she knew it was happiness, and hap
pinees was fame and riches and then
he
"He" must be something very
oristocratic and distinguished. She
would not be always kept down in this
miserable poverty; she would mount
into the more rarehed atmosphere OF
the higher circles. And why should
she not? Hilda knew she was talented
and-~heaptiful II she could only SET
away from this wretched place. whera.
ia the absence Of any real men, the
gymnasiasts bad dress coats made
for themselves and put on all the airs
OF grovn-up men. Hilda had mover
been to ball In Altwedel, and whom
her sisters washed and ironed their
white dresses in the sweat Of their
brows. and turned their sashes on
the other side. she would shrug her
shoulders and say: "who is there 10
see your And while the others were
she was lying at home in bed
With wide-open eyes. thinking: Cow