Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-10-17
BY W. HEIMBURG.


o darS braid looked strangely out OF
place in this coquettish magnifcence.
II Is very kind of you to give me
your company" she said to Maiberg;
''the tea will be here in minute"
y this your room. your sitting
room?" he inquired. recovering from
his first surprise.
Yes, it is my room. Leo had it
fitted up for me-"
And do you like it?"
Il do not find it very coy for sit
ting in. have another one next to
the nursery, that is"
She smiled. | am quite willing
"Oh. then, do let us drink our tea
in the other one. he cried, interrupt
ing her.
Herr Doctor; but you must make al
lowances. Leo says the room is per
fectly dreadful"
Il cannot understand Leo, Frau Jus
nitZ. How can a man persist in living
Ia state apartments like this? The
room ought to show the character of
it's occupant; ii ought To he comforta-
BILE and home-like. This room Is sim
ply collection of the requisites for a
stage decoration of an old French
comedy. And you are not in the least
like rocco sheperdess.
He spoke quite sharply as he fol
lowed her down the corridor. II
really cannot understand how Leo
can ever manage to paint a picture in
his studio. 1t is full of color and it
must confuse and distract him. Do
you know what Gothic says,
Frau Jussnitz? He says that sim.
pie, tasteful, surroundings stimu
late his thoughts; that magnifi-
cent rooms with elegant furnish
ings are for people who have
no thoughts, or wish to have none. =
She had just put her hand on the
handle of door. and she turned at
this. ut is possible that Gothic may
be right, she replied quietly. "a man
can write poetry when he is blind. but
q painter makes poetry with his
eyes"
He looked at her in surprise. but
She silently crossed the threshold of
small room, and said with a graceful
gesture of invitation: Now, find a
very comfortablee seat, Herr Doctor
Z you will allow me. will take piece
If work"
All. this was just what he had fan
lied her surroundings should be.
1T is very coy here" he said TO
looking round the little room,
With it's simple and yet graceful furni-
lure. There was her workable by
the window under group cf broad.
Ieavcd plants. The writingtahle the
comfortable sofa, over which hung The
of a gentleman and a lady,
probably the parents of the hostess
the water-color sketches beneath them
no doubt portrayed the home where
Antle had spent her youth. All sorts
OF girlish ornaments were hanging and
scattered about. A piece of half-fn-
ished work lay on the table. with a
book beside 1t. Maiberg could see
that 1t was cookbook Nuremberg
after old German re.
ceipts," he read on the title-page. But
he could not smile, for he was carried
back to the old, long forgotten-days.
when he was a little fellow standing
beside his stately mamma. opening
wide his little mouth for taste of the
sweet dough of the Christmas cake.
And as he went up to the writing
table TO read an illuminated text
which hung above il, those wonderful
words of the New Testament came to
his mind
Though | speak with the tongues of
men and of angels. and have not
charity, | am become as OF sounding
brass or a tinkling cymbal" And
Charity suffereth long and Is kind. is
not easily provoked. seeketh not her
own"
He turned and looked at her as If hc
saw her now for the first time. She
was sitting at the table. busying her
self about the tea. How noiselessly.
how gracefully she did the honors,
The little red.embroidered apron was
SO becoming TO her. and the lamp-lit
shed such a pretty glow over her
smooth golden hair The clock licked
and the lilies-of.the-valley sent out
such delicate fragrance through
the room. From the adioin.
Ing room came the voice of the child.
who was playing with her toys. II
was a world full of an indescribable
homelikc charm Maiberg felt as i'll
he had already lived through hours
like this; but where and when? Or
was il the ideal of his dream OF the
future, which he had SO often pictured
TO himself? Tie silently took the Gun
from his young hostess hand and
sat down opposite her. but she Do.
out the lamp under the tea-urn and
took up her work--it was a child's
apron. And then she said: Tell
me something about Leo. Herr Doctor.
when he was a gay and carelsess
youth and wandered about the world
with you. He always declares that
was the happiest time of his life. He