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

she unconsciously wove into ali her
children, shall we have a
bit of broth today?" Or, We will go
to church for a bit today" Papa
has bit OF headache" 4 have
bought a bit Of stuff for dress for
Gretchen. ~Hilda, let us have a bit
Of fresh air il the room.
Good heavens, mamma Why should
we have bitg Fresh air doesn't
cost anything, at any rate. you can
have as much OF il as yoa ike. cried
HRda.
oh, child, do9g BE- 50 cross. 1
didn't mean anything Ay is was
only Bit a5seatainaea.
All, this Hfe Shas consisted entirely
CT bits had been frlghtful for Hslda.
Then al last she had prevailed upon
her father to write 10 her aunt in
Dresden, End the bored. weary man
had yielded for the sake of peace. as
he said; and. contrary TO his ex-
pectatioEs. a reply In the Affirmative
had come from Aunt Polly. The letter
had come upon the household like a
bomb.
Fran Won Zweidorf had fitted out her
child "bit," as well as she could.
The sisters good-naturedly gave what
ever they could spare themselves TO
help out Hilda's wardrobe, for Hilda
had decided inclination for adjoining
and improving her simple costumes,
especially her hats. She accepted
without a pang the scraggy ostrich
feather that was the pride of Tony's
heart. and fastened it into her broad
brimmed Rembrandt hat after her
mother curled it little bit" In any
case, according to Hilda's views,
Tony had passed the age when one
cares to dress-she was thirty-two.
The last day before her departure, the
excited, impatient girl was quite upset.
She could not bear any OF her sisters
good advice, still less their teasing.
But her father, with sad face, laid
down twenty-mark piece on his
workable and said: II would gladly
give you more, dear child, but / have
no more now"
Hilda was almost touched, and she
did not wish to feel like that; soft
hearted people seldom accomplish any
thing. And she couldn't bear it at all
when her mother said: "Ah. Hilda. Il
you were only to have bit of good
luckl" What should she do with q
bit of good luck? She wanted great
deal, all she could get! What was the
use of hanging back?
She made short work of it finally,
she took her departure a day earlier.
She made her preparations quite
secretly for leaving the house at fige
o'clock in the morning. 1t was easy
enough for her to get away, for she
slept alone in an attic room.
Fritz, little neighbor, carried her
bag to the station; she had given it TO
him the night before over the hedge.
The trunk could be sent after her
She wrote a few lines Of farewell on
piece of paper, laid it on the kitchen
table, and stole away She fingered
a moment in front of her parents
door; then she hurried downstairs all
the faster. 1t almost seemed as if
she could hear her mother saying.
"Hilda, isn't it little bit hard for you
to leave us?" No, it was not hard for
her, for before her was the world,
the whole wide world
1t was the first journey Hilda Won
Zweidorf had ever undertaken. 1t
would have made another girl anxious
and bewildered, but Hilda was as cool
and collected as if she had been an
American who had done nothing but
travel from her childhood up. There
was singing and ringing in her ears,
even the very rolling of the wheels
made melody for her, for she was
toward her happiness.
How fortunate it was that she had
not waited another day. She sat up
in bed and pressed her hands against
her throbbing temples. Was she
really to find everything at the very
first step she had taken out into the
world?
He had looked at her so strangely,
with such unfeigned admiration She
recalled his appearance; he was a
handsome man and very aristocratic
looking. Hilda only knew such men
from hearsay, but he came up to the
ideal she had formed of them. And he
was an artist besides, his name was
already known. And he had such
good taste! What a seductive figure
that witch of the Broken" was
which Hilda had seen!
With her excitable fancy, with her
young heart thirsting for happiness,
with the determined character which
knew no halfway measures, she had
fully determined by the time morning
had dawned that she had found
him" that she loved him and was
beloved by him, and that in the next
few days some wonderful fairy
miracle would bring her the fulilment
of ell her wishes. She pictured it ALI
to the minutest details sae fancied
herself walking thrJ 81 tho streets !
of her native town on his s3m-they
were on their way to Italy-aud shoI
heard the people say: THAT is Hil3af
Won Zweidorf. who married the cole- /
brated Jussnitz.
With burning checks and sparkling
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