The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1903-03-20

acknowledge. Combined Win these
gifts he possessed nature Of un-
usual strength. a straightforward in
tegrity and sclf-forgetful devotion
10 high principles which could but
make a powerful impression on girl
OF Margaret's marked ability.
Days and weeks flew by, and IL was
August. the last day OF the summer
semester. What is there that hastens
time--like love? What is it that
makes the world SO fair-as love?
Wilhelm, as usual. was at the door
as Margaret left the lecture-room,
and slowly they walked toward the
Tiergarten. drawing in deep breaths
OF the morning air.
II know there are hundreds OF peo-
pie here" said Margaret, as they sat
beneath a spreading linden, "and each
feels as |, a personal ownership, and
vet never come but what this peace
fulness seems for me alone"
Margaret talked almost at random,
glancing now and then at her silent
companion, knowing intuitivcly what
his tense expression foreboded, yet,
womanlike. trembling and fearful.
while rejoicing in the knowledge.
"Fraulein. may l tell you something
Of myself-my home?" questioned
Wilhelm, abruptly. Scarcely waiting
for the low assent. he exclaimed, pas
sonately: There has not been
day since l saw you three years ago
that you have not filed my every
a.
Berlin cannot let you go and not
tell you what you are to me-life,
love, everything"
| As he leaned toward her trying to
read her blushing. half-averted face.
she faltered. "Your father-what will
he think, what will he say?"
my father-how long to have you
meet him; you would win him for
ever" Wilhelm added smiling, If
he once heard you express your fer
yid admiration for our great men
Ach. how l envy them" he murmured
under his breath. And Elizabeth
did l ever tell you of Elizabeth, my
cousin. who is like daughter to my
father? She is alone in the world
|
has given her life to us-she came
when all the world was dark-when
nv mother died" Wilhelm rose as
he spoke, and Margaret knew by his
sudden pallor what that loss still
meant After a moments pause, he
continues: "Marburg, though quiet
is beautiful; abandon, Margaret
mein Liebchen my beloved-could
not make your happiness?'
All the passion Of a mans strong
vet tender, love throbbed in the low
whispered words, and, trembling
Margaret laid her hand in his as She
replied, family: Il cannot answer
now; i must see her-my mother
"Shr shall be minc." he said.
AS in a dream they walked TO Mar
garet's home. separating with ont
thought. one hope-"To-morrow."
ITO bear. to nurse, to rear, to watcl
, and then to lose" Involuntaril.
these words rose to Mrs. Listemann'
lips, as Margaret, on her knees, he
. head resting in her mothers lap, re
, ,ealed in broken sentences her who'll
4.
! The pang which wrung the mother
heart-the bitterness of abdicatinl
where so long she had reigned first
all-all were thrust aside, and draw
!. ing Margaret TO her bosom she re
| ioiced as only mother can who's
ore desire Is her child's happiness.
. "Hc is coming tomorrow, mother
| 1...,.. Tan for his answer
. Oh. am so happy. so happy
: Margaret had scarcely finished he
tremulous confidence when shar
. ring OF the bell startled them. .Th
4 postman; il must be he" exclaime
a Mrs. Lstemann; our home letter
n are long overdue"
In a moment the little maid tappe
!. at the door. delivering into Marg;
4 ret's hand number of letters, unmi'
takably American from the amour
:, of postage and the numerous dues
4 with which they were stamped.
: Now, isn't this what you call fa'
= treatment. Mutter MEN," cried Ma
: garet. gayly: six for you and fi'
!. for me? But there's luck in odd nun
|. bers. you remember"
An hour later. Margaret, in a dres
= ing gown and slippers, her hair ham
IA ing in long, loose braids, was In h'
e chamber reading with absorbed int
T. est the home news, her frequent 10
4 laugh proving how interesting
Il all was. Finally, she reached for u
Is last one Of her letters. The handwri
u ing was unfamiliar. the postmark a
70 most lIcnible. Holding it closely
=. the lamp. she slowly deciphered Ma
10 burg" Margaret read the postma'
n over and over, a faint flush tingeii
her face "Can il be from his fathel
,r How foolish of me: we did not kno
- ourselves until TODAY"
h. with an odd. strange sinking
&c her heart she broke the seal and !
or gan TO read:
ed 1T is with fear and trembling tn
n. write you, and an overwhelmil
e. dread that you may not understai
me, and yet something within tc
No me YOU are noble and good. and "
tn comprehend and not misjudge me.
DIV "Oh. Liebcs Fraulcin, ! am Eli
in beth. May not bare my heart TO y
i'd as TO my God--may my soul speak