The Minneapolis journal., 1902-07-25

the close cap, the sober garb of the burgher
maiden. Better the fash of peasant color
and the tnkle of their glittering ornaments.
Inc hame-barred sunset died across the fat,
green meadows as the women cluttered away
from the washing place. Still Unite sat list
less, her big, dark eyes looking out from, I'm.
ger their long, lashes straight into distance.
ine tlnkle OF guitar rippled over ths
Maeer' ana q mans rich tenor singing son,.
nv =. vi Stranger mustc-nearer, Non Il scordo,
- nj: 10 Jint1e's ear the words were nom
ing, out the passion of the music and tba
dreams! 'oicle ID
" The guitar ceased, but the sn,ssb - -
came In its stead. The song was now Vs.
Ian oarcarole as the light skiff shot into ,,ie1
bank 'A"' t1lnseo the
Inc craft was strange to Jtntie's eve- ,,,.
81 she nal1 rose to greet the man that oronel1es
Ill uieei me Engiish fashion. AS she stood out
tali ana slight from the green wall behind re-
Derlns paused involuntarily. Then sa.i..
tnat IL was one of the burgher naide1s ha
"ouiu nave gone on. but something in the an.
peanns childish face riveted his attention.
len minutes later the boat was n,oore5
c!ose IN He was seated at Jufrow Jinte,s
sloe and by the aid of his broken Dutcb .,ss
struggling to make her Understand
Ihat evening was one of many even;p..
When Jufrow Unite strove with the stra1ss
tongue, awkward1y at first. Then. as . bef}
forgotten mother tongue, the English words
| TOOK meaning, and she listened wonderin Oh
as Derlng told her Of the wild Jungle tba
forests OF palm. the great elephants that
wrought like men, the glitter of the easte~,
land where the languorous golden dave 5-o1.S
into the glory Of tropic nights These stories
were queer medley Of broken Dutch and
unIamlllar English, but Jufrow Unite lis.
teneo ana longed. At last she told him OF
her "other country that she knew and vet
olo not know, the secret of Which was locked
IN mevrouw's breast.
AS the summer days grew n +bei- .,a
Derlng awoke with a shock to the nosition
into which he had drifted Already cu-ious
glances followed the girl, and the maidens
OF Faarken hushed their chatter when she
came among them. Others knew of the lit
tie nook in the green shadow of the alders.
and whispers of the doings of. Jufrow Unite
and the stranger were growing louder.
One day he waited long in the little boat
and she did not come. Then he shipped his
oars and strobe with determined air I'D the
street, across the market place to the red
brick house Mevrouws high pitched voice
came to him as he mounted the stoop:
What manner of maiden art thou? An.
swer, thou shameless one! Out of the rnire
OF the English camp in the heather land my
son brought thee home. Like mother, like
child! i want no more of thee. Begone,"
Then the old voice broke into piteous weep
ing, and Dering heard a low sobbing that
came ever nearer as the great door swung
ajar and Unite crept through into the dark.
Dering caught the slender figure in his
arms, where she struggled like a frightened
wild things But he held her close and rang
peal after peal on the old brass knocker.
while overhead the old voice cried: Kat
rinke. Katrinke, haste, quick! The child
hath taken my foolish word. and is gone into
the night" Then; as the frightened face ap-
peared at an upper window, Dering uncoy-
cred his head and with the girl still held
tightly against his breast, spoke in. such
wise that the great door was flung wide.
Mevrouw's anger had melted into smiles for
was not the stranger a kinsman of Jufrow
Unite, by right OF the unknown mother? She
laughed and wept. in a breath as she told
the story that Unite had hungered to hear
through all the years Of her. life. -
There was a flush of shame on the old
face as she told that her love for the child
had prompted her to hide all trace of her
mothers kindred, she had hoped to mould
her into a Dutch maiden, such as she her
self had been. Nicholas had told her very
little Of the brief facts, and Mevrouw had
deemed it best never to let the child know
and now came Dering, and the heart of the
child had know its kin. p
There were busy days in the old red brick
Of the market square. The sewing women
wrought in the upper rooms piles of white
linen household gear and dainty robing all
for Jufrow Unite. Vaarken forgave the
maid her uselessness when it heard the we'd
ding bells and knew that Jufrow Unite was
going out from among them forever to the
"other land"