The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1901-02-07

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"Gretchen has q secret" said I.
they were seeking and by the mere
sound of her voice. And it was who
wound the clock.
Gretchen" said 1, ''time lags. Make
a servant out of me this morning." -~
Herr does the barmaid too much
honor" with lowered eyes.
81 am in the habit Of doing anything
I please" Z.
'Ah, herr is one of those millionaires
I have read about!'
Eyes, l am very rich" I laughed,
but Gretchen did not see the point.
Come, then, with me, and you shall
weed the knoblauch patch" She was
laughing at me, but I was not to be
=abashed.
ITO the patch be it, Them cried.
IAN onion would smell as sweet under
any other name"
So Gretchen> and I went into the
onion patch, and I weeded and hoed
and hoed and weeded till my back
ached and my hands were the color
of the soil. Nothing was done salts
you have ruined the row back of your
or Pull the weeds more gentlyv' and
sometimes, Zach, could yodr friends
see you nowr 1 suppose that did
not make a pretty picture. The per-
SEPARATION would run down my face. l
would forget the condition Of my hands
and push back my hair, which fell like
a mop over my brow, whereat she
would laugh. Once I took. her hand
and helped her to jump over a row. l
was surprised at the strength of her
grasp.
What does herr do for q living?
He works so badly as gardener"
Il am a journalist" answered,
leaning on my hoe and breathing heav-
lily.
Zach, one of those men who tell
such dreadful stories about kings and
princes, who cause men to go to
war with each other, who rouse the
ignorant to deeds Of violence-one
of those men who are more powerful
than a king because they can undo
himw She drew away from me.
Hold onr' cried, dropping the hoe.
"What do you know about it?'
Enough" sadly. II read the pa
pers. always look with fear upon
one Of those men who can do so much
good and yet who would do SO much
evil"
I had never looked at it in that
light before.
ut seems to me, Gretchen" I said
quietly, that you are about as much
q barmaid as I am a weeder Of knob
lauches." The color Of excitement fed
from Gretchen's cheeks, her eyes grew
troubled, and she looked away.
Gretchen has a secret" said I. 1T
is nothing to me what Gretchen's
secret is. I shall respect it and con-
tinue to think Of her only as bar
maid with-with superior education"
shouldered the hoe. "Come, let US
go back. I'm thirsty"
THANK you, herr" was the soft re-
ply. Then Gretchen became as dumb,
and our return to the inn was made in
silence. Once there, however, she re-
covered. Il am sorry to have put you
at such a disadvantage" glancing at
my clothes, which were covered with
brown earth.
Let that be the least of your trou-
bles" cried gayly. Then l hImmed
In English: 49,
$50, no, dear Gretchen, winsome lass,
want no tricky wine,
But amber nectar bring to me,
x Whose richs bouquet will cling to me,
Whose spirit voice will sing to me
From out the mug divine! +. p Is
So, here's your toIl-a kiss-away,
You Hebe of the Rhine!
No gobet's gold means cheer to me;
Let no cut glass get near to me;
Go, Gretchen, haste the beer to me
And put it in the steiE!"
I thought / saw q smile on her lips,
but it was gone before was certain.
"Gott i'm himmelr' gasped the aston
ished innkeeper as went into the bar
room. l still had the hoe over my
shoulder.
"Never mind, mein host. I've been
wedding your knoblauch patch as q
method of killing time"
But He looked at Gretchen In
dismay.
ct was I who led him there" said
Gretchen in answer to hts inquiring
eyes.
A significant glance passed between
them. There was q question In his, q
command In hers. I pretended to be
examining the faded tints In the stein
held In my hand. was thinking.
ASince when has an innkeeper waited
on the wishes Of his barmaidY'
There was mystery after an