Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-11-03

Klaus drew her to him, and pressed
the fair head to his breast with his
large white hand.
My old lass, you're not going TO
cry?" he asked tenderly; but he. too
was moved.
She took his hand and pressed a
kiss upon it. Dear, dear Klaus" she
said softly, 81 was only thinking how
it would have been if you had not
loved me so very, very much?"
Klaus Won Hegewitz was silent, and
looked thoughtfully down at her.
! quite different, my little Anna
Maria" said he at last; sit would
| have been quite different-whether
better? who can fathom that; it must
have been So"
She looked up at him in astonish.
/ ments he had spoken SO slowly and
earnestly. Then he stroked her fore
: head, pressed his sister to him again.
i and then turned quietly to the corner
shelf and took down his favorite pipe
| There, now we will make ourselves
! comfortable" said he Come, Anna
Maria, 'Tante Voss' is very interest
/ ing today"
Anna Maria stood long at her bed
room window and looked at the drift
ing clouds of the night-sky. Now ana
then the moon peeped out, and tinged
the edges of the clouds with silver
light; as they sped in strange forms
over her golden disk, there was a
continual change in the fantastic
shapes, but Anna Maria saw it not
Confused thoughts chased each other
about in her brain, like the clouds
| above, and now and then, like the
brilliant constellation, a bright look
from the long-known dark eyes came
before her mind. 1T is the memory
of CHILDHOOD she said to herself,
yes the memory"
Twelve O'Clock struck from the
church-tower near by, as, shivering
with cold, she stepped back from the
window. She heard hasty steps COM
ing along the corridor; she knew it
was Brockelmann going to bed. The
next moment she had opened the
door; she hardly knew herself first
what she wanted, when the old WON
an was already crossing the threshold.
you are not sleeping yet, Frau
lein? All, 1t is well that you are still
awake. had a fine fright a little
while ago. What do you think,
Marieken Martens, the crazy thing,
tried to drown herself; a man from
the village pulled her out of the
pond"
Anna Maria had grown white as a
corpse; she had to sit down on the
edge of her bed, and her great eyes
looked in sheer amazement at the old
woman. What for?" she asked
hastily, and almost sharply.
! Indeed, Fraulein, for what else
but because of the stupid affair with
Gottlieb? You know what his mother
is. Marieken did not dare go home
all at once-there are mouths enough
to feed: so her sweetheart took her
home to his mother, and she told him
he should not come to her with a girl
whom the gracious Fraulein had dis
| "
marrying the girl as long as she
lived; you know. Fraulein, the old
woman swears by the family here
And so the stupid thing took it into
her head to go into the water"
' Anna Maria looked silently before
her, and her whole body shook as ii
she had chill
II.
old woman.
mo. no." the girl denied, 81 am not
Ill: go. only go; am tired and want
to Sleep
Brockelmann went to her room,
shaking her head. Well. WELL" she
murmured. 81 did think she would be
sorry for the poor girl, but no." She
sighed. and closed the door behind
her. But toward morning she was
suddenly startled from her s'umber
by the violent ringing of bell in her
room.
Good heavens, Anna Maria!" she
cried. She is ill!" In her heart the
old woman still called her young mis-
tress by her child's name. Hastily
tHIoWluS on one OF TWO garments she
hurried through the cold passage
Just lighted by the gray dawn. Anna
Maria was sitting upright in her bed
candle was burning on the table by
her side, and lit up face worn with
weeping. The old woman saw plainl,
that the girl had been weeping
though she extinguished the candle a,
once.
"Brockelman! she called to her
but not as usual in the old imperious
manner and she now hesitated; las
soon as 1t is light send for Gottlieb's
mother; | want to talk with her about
the girl. And now 60" she added, a.
the old woma was about to say some
thing, Il am so tired today"
CHAPTER ~.
The time passes away one scarcely
knows what has become of it: even
in my solitude, it does not seem long