Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-02-27

funeral
You do not look very WELL
Herr Jussnitz."
"And my looks do not belle me.
my dear Wend. | I'm not very
we'll" replied the other.
Dora will soon have your room
ready"
And, IN fact. the young wifs's
slippers were even then heard clat-
itering on the stairs.
ut is all ready. Herr .Iussnitz,'
she called from the door.
He rose and shook hands with the
forester. Goodnight, Wend!"
Frau Dora lighted him upstairs.
IT'S a good while since you slept
night here, Herr Jussritz," she
you have not been used to such low
laughed. You must stoop a little;
doors Lately am sure in your
castle at home they are as high and
as wide Us our whole house. Aren't
they, now"
He was already in the tiny room.
AS he turned round to say Good
night" he saw her face blanch sud
lutIlys pun W uti
heart. He understood She was
thinking that he had gone out Of
this room that last time to meet with
that accident in the woods.
Goodnight" she stammerad.
"And, Herr Jussnitz, If you should be
i'll, you will wake us-you know we
sleep just under you-you look so
miserable"
"Oh, do not distress yourself" he
replied; II shall not need anything"
She went away reluctantly. He
heard her descend the stairs, and it
seemed to him as If something
slipped past her, forced itself
through the crack of the door, ami
filed the little room with strange
wailings and laments. Was it mem
Tory?
He seated himself on the edge of
the bed when he had put out the
light. Even then he could see every
ching so distinctly in the moonlight.
He saw the whitewashed walls and
the little mirror over the commode,
behind which were a few peacocks
feathers. He knew every one of the
little twisted deer's horns beside it,
and he saw the charcoal sketches on
the wall. the work of various master
hands, representing all manner of
whimsical hunting adventures. The
forester guarded them as he would
the costliest paintings. Leo himself
had sketched the young Forsterin,
riding toward the Brocken on her
bromstick with Lola in her lap, who
was bowling at the moon. How the
merry little woman had laughed when
she saw it. And how he had painted
her afterward, and how successful
the picture had been! And how good
little cheeses tasted in the pauses for
luncheon, and the brown, foaming
beer? All, that was life!
He seems to see cleaning. golden
! rays stretching out before his eyes.
| He raises his hand to catch the
chimmer-but it is gone. And he is
sitting here again. in the twilight of
an autumn evening two years later
his heart empty. his brain empty. and
his pockets, too. He can succeed in
nothing The spring of his life
seems broken. He has lost his ideal
lost it in the designations of the
great city. In idle lounging. He has
| spent his money. great deal of
money. and he has debts and no
prospect of ever paying them. He is
! bankrupt, body and soul! And down
stairs stands gun-rack OF the
forester, and there is not soul to he
seen in the forest far and wide
His memory brings back wildly
the bouquet that Frau Dorchen had
| placed on the commode that day
| red mountain-ash berries. yellow
| leaves, ard green pinebranches. But
| he is no longer here. and far away
outside a shot is heard
The man sitting on the edge Of the
bed shakes with Il feverish chill
Now the misery is only just be-
ginning" he says tn himself He
sees himself waking in strange
room. he hears wonderfully regular
knocking and hammering. the ped
and the curtains are snowy white,
and the sunlight is shining III
through the windows. He smells the
odor OF violets. On his coverlid lies
little bunch OF the blue blossoms.
and beside the couch in the deep arm
chair reposes in deep slumber
blond, girlish head.
What soft childish face, He
puts out this hand for the flowers.
awkwardly, clumslN. for his chest
pains him. low groan wakens the
: girl; pair Of clear. greenish eyes,
!. unfathomable as the sea itself gaze
Il at him, and suddenly the face is
g overspread with p deep blush. She
y starts up and says she will cali her
IS neither
All the comfortable sensations OF
lie conValesCense come over him one,
ID more; the first attempt at walking
E. he enchanting green of the trees. tn,
n, spril . air in the mountains-an thi
" 'omes back to him. And then a.
tn sees himself walking in the gardel
80 leaning on the arm of the ypuux cir