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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 eould not tell
from that calm face whether this visit
was pleasure or a burden to her.
Very good" she said, hut J
wouldn't keep an actres like yon in my
house."
She is not an actress, Classen,s
replied Antje, YEARLY, looking up from
the great Christmas STOLEN on which
she was mechanically afixing 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 ne has got a wife like
your she muttered to herself, begin
ming to shove her great pots and pans
about angrily. 1T is all very well To
be good and submissive, but to be too
good and too submissive is" The
rest was swallowed out Of the respect
which she felt for her young mistress.
She will suffer for her goodness YETI"
she sighed, looking after Antje.
Antje began to change her dress in
her own room, as she was going to
church. She did not observe that the
door OF her little rocco salon was not
quite closed. She left in a hurry, for
it was long way, and she wished to
walk there in the fresh winter and
moreover, she did not wish to keep
Maiberg waiting, who had begged to
be allowed to accompany her.
Suddenly her husbands voice sound
ed in her car: Christmas has brought
me something, too, Hilda--"
A long pause ensued, and then he
spoke again, so slowly ard distinctly
that not the slightest nuance escaped
his young wife. Il have sold picture
In Berlin-what do you say to that,
Hilda? Hilda, are you not glad for
me? You usually take so much in
terest In my painting. | wanted to
tell you Of it yesterday, but you were
so Indifferent, so freezing, that You
must not be like that again, child; il
hurts me. Tell me, are you not glad ?"
oh, OF course / am glad. con.
graduate you upon your success" was
the Icy response.
"Hilda! Good Heavens. Hilda,"
These few words sounded unspeakably
tender to Antics ears; she felt that
no one could speak like that unless
no felt 1t in the depths of his soul.
"Hilda, do not talk In that tone: it is
not true, 1t is not real!"
Ante suddenly leaned for support
against her toilet-table; her delicate.
pale face looked actually distorted at
this moment. Yes, here 1t was in
reality, all she had feared-the proof
that she, his wife, was nothing more
to him. She forcibly kept back the
sobs that threatened To- choke her
then she rushed across to the nursery
and threw herself on her knees be-
side her child.
"Mousie!" she gasped out. pressing
the little golden head against her
breast-"M ousie, it must not be, IL
cannot be; We will defend ourselves,
Mouse, we will defend ourselves!"
And with quivering lips she repeated
once more: I'VE will defend ourselves.
we will not give up papal"
And as the little one. frightened by
its mothers unusual violence, began to
cry, she comforted the child in her
softest tones. but she still kept re-
peating her single phrase: I'VE will
not give up papa; no, moi"
'kGt give ur-bapar' repcated thu
little one, the large tears still stand.
ing on her cheeks-"not give up dear
papa!"
CHAPTER xI.