Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-09-19

a glittering object, giving out all the
colors of the rainbow. The young
doctor opened the case to it's full
extent.
You see, Leo. curiosity is still my
great weakness" he said with smile
as he examined the ornament. II
was a very snail brooch IN the shape
of clcye--ieaf, but the three stones
which composed it were exceedingly
costly-a ruby, diamond, and a
sapphire. Nevertheless, the little pin
mad an air of simplicity; none but a
connoisseur would have understood
| its real value
! Very pretty, Leo,' said Maiberg
rs that your wife's taste? A little
brooch like that looks to me more
suited to young girl
Jussnitz took the etui and put IL
back in his pocket 1T is the
fashion just now, that sort of thing
he said. BESIDES, you know this is
Christmas-time."
Yes, it is charming, this time, with
all its little mysteries. You are a
lucky fellow to be able to make such
| presents, and especially when you
know you will attain your object OF
giving pleasure"
| Leo Jussnitz muttered something
unintelligible. His friend paid no at
tention to it; his face, which had
been so cheerful before, had now
| grown grave.
Il wanted to make present of just
such shining stones once" continued
| Maiberg. 1T was two years ago. |
had been saving up for it for months,
and it gave me great pleasure when
pictured to myself how a certain
pair of dark eyes would shine as they
locked at the sparkling stones. |
was just putting the etui in bouquet
of pomegranate blossoms, to send it
to its destination, when the postman
came and brought me a letter-and I
did not send off the brooch. The
person for whom it was intended
wrote to me that she thought it
would be better for her not to join her
fate to mine, and that in accordance
with her parents wishes she had
engaged herself to the owner of a
hacienda which was one of the largest
and richest in all Brazil threw the
pomegranate blossoms out of the
window and locked up the brooch in
my writing-0esk. How could ever
have imagined that woman would
share my toilsome lot? 1t is quite
another thing when one has a hus-
band who can put carriages, villas,
and yachts at ones disposal
"You never wrote me that you were
engaged, Wolf" said Leo. "Why did
you not comfort yourself with some
one else? Good Heavens, there must
be plenty Of girls, and rich girls, too
even in that part of the world"
81 loved her."
And do you love her still?"
Il have got over it now, Leo, and
| have come here to look for a wife,
good woman. German woman. Do
you know such woman, as my
mother was-can you remember her
Always pleasant, kindly, and with "a
sound understanding; for anything
more, Leo, is superfiuous in a woman
who is to be always with us in good
days and evil days. l want a cheer
full face, quiet manner, when 7 come
home tired from my work. 1 do not
want a brilliant, intellectual woman,
who would insist on my dressing and
following her about to operas and
balls. l don't like that sort of thing,
and l thank Heaven that | had been
preserved from that fate. Is that tall
gable over there Sibyllenburg?"
mo, that is Baroness Erlach's
house. Sibyllenburg is rocco, purest
rocco. You will see it at the next
turning"
Il am very curious about your
home, Leo, and your wife and child"
You will hardly see Ante unless
you GO down into the kitchen. We
have some guests coming this even
ing, and So"
What? Guests this EVENING"
will it disturb you, Wolff"
ooh, no; not at all. Only had
when we two might talk over old
times over glass of wine, and
"Oh, let the old times go; the very
memory of them makes me miser-
able" said Jussnitz. But here we
are"
The carriage had turned in at an
iron gateway and presently stopped
before a low flight of steps rooted
over with glass. A young lady was
standing in the lofty open doorway,
above which two genii in futtering
garments with flying ribbons were
holding Of coat-of-arms. 1t was
already dusk; the light which was
shed over the hall from lamp hang
ing from the ceiling fell on the golden
hair of beautifully shaped head.
Wolf could not distinguish the feat.
ures plainly; he only saw pair of
large eyes looking out of white face,
and he thought the whole figure, as
she stood there in her dark dress with
her dazzling white apron, and key
basket on her arm, was full of a
homely grace. A low, pleasant voice
sounded in his ear.