Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1901-05-27
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merchants such things frequently nap
non Won know. The mill once be
ionqed to Brankwitz's father, at the
time that Wollmeyer had to sell, then
Wollmeyer bought it back. and then
there was some dispute; what do
know about it! Come, Anneliese, eat,
Won must be hungry" She put my
disordered locks back from my brow,
talked of everything imaginable,
turned up the lamp and brought me
sumner. so dainty and neat that any
one would have felt hungry, and the
tea smelt SO fragrant in the old
newter pot, which was polished as
bright as silver. Then she put me
to bed like a little child; the bed had
a canopy, and stood in the adjoining
room with three windows, furnished III
old-fashioned style. The linen smelt
of lavender, and bright light was
burning that | might not be afraid,
and a gigantic copper warm-Water
bottle was among the snow-white
pillows. This l removed at once.
Upon the table at the bedside was
bell with which to summon cousin.
"Ah,'' saiu I sleepily, chow can any
one move into town and leave such a
magnificent country and such a COM
Portable old house? | can now under
stand how Frau Hannchen could not
overcome her sense of longing
"Ah, there are many things which
cause people to rove" she replied.
Abruptly she busted herself in the
other room; she probably feared |
would ask her some questions.
Cousin cried |. after a pause,
cousin, come quickly, have some
ching to tell you!"
She came in her soft slippers. &c
to sleep, dear Anneliese,' she i'm
plored.
mo, cousin. Just think, yesterday
I was at the cemetery, and some one
was standing at Hannchen's grave, a
tall handsome. slender young man,
and it seemed to me that. he bore a
resemblance to Robert Nordmann's
photograph"
She made no reply; she held her
breath, and felt her hand, which lay
upon mine, tremble.
All. Anneliese, ah, wish you had not
told me. Now shall fancy much and
it will never come to pass!"
Softly she left the room, and
could hear her weeping and whisper
ing to herself in the adjoining room.
Suddenly her light was extinguish-
ed; silence and slumber followed.
cHApTER XVI
My awakening the next morning
was not very joyous. had dreamed
of mamma, she had been i'll and died,
and it was my fault she had told me
when dying; and because the absurd
old superstition occurred to me that
what one dreams on the first night in
a strange place invariably is true, l
was oppressed by this fear in addition
to the rest, and could think Of moth
ing but mammals pale, distorted face.
My imagination pictured impossible
situations. I reconsidered mammals
whole behavior, I, too, told cousin how
strangely agitated she was, and how
very unlike her it was to wish to
force me into an engagement. For
merly she had always said to me
and to others that she would never
interfer in an affair of the heart
either one way or the other, were it
TO be even her own child, every one
must manage that for herself. Cousin
too was quite depressed, and scarcely
answered me. In the course of the
day she tried to rouse me from my
brooding by showing me through the
old manor. But most of the rooms
were unfinished and so cold that
she gave it up. l then descended
the stairs with her, babe Inspector
Hubner's wife ''good-day''- Hub
ners occupied the left wing-and adj
mired the baby, which was six months
old; the other children were in school.
one of them was in the Gymnasium at
Gotha. Cousin and Frau Hubner
showed me to the dairy, the fruit and
fax rooms, and they even enticed me
into the cow-pen. The old lady's
eyes grew moist, as, in answer to her
question if I liked it, replied: Every
much, cousin, it is very beautiful
here!'
See there. Fraulien Anneliese,
across the stream. that large building
1t is the mill; and those two win
dows in the gable behind the elm
tops that is where l spent my youth"
We were standing at the open court,
door of the manor, as it was called,
and looked in the direction indicat-
ed. 1t was a magnificent sight, the
pointed snowy gabled roof of the
mill with the gigantic elm, the frozen
stream, and, as living figures in the
landscape, the freight-sled laden with
white sacks and drawn by powerful
horses. In the background lowered
the mountains. and the valley ex-
tended to the village from the chin
neys of which curled the blue smoke.
The tiny church nestled higher up
among the hills. looking down like a
watchful mother upon house and
cottage.
THAT is Langenwald," said cousin.