The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1904-03-10
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ll!l! - l!Il humming a snatch of song.
s9@9l Now she paused to arrange
dish of violets, now to give her hair
coquettish little twist, now to chirp
softly to her bird.
Fraulein Pauline's sewing girl bent
her head over the skirt she was alter
ing, but not one of those careless
graceful movements escaped her. and
her whole soul was filed with longing
and discomfort The Fraulein was a
young German lady visiting some
American relatives; she was rich, she
was loved and admired and made much
of, she could fit about in her dainty
clothes and talk to her bird. The sew
ing girl stitched away fiercely.
BY and by Fraulein Pauline took up
book, but her lovely eyes wandered
They studied the dark face Of the girl
bent over her work, noted the sallow
skin, the tired droop of the shoulders,
the heavy frown. Presently a soft
hand was laid on the nervous fingers
that held the needle, and a gentle
voice said: my dear. tell me what it
is that troubles you
The girl looked UP with startled eyes,
then suddenly she burst into tears.
'Oh, Fraulein, l hate to be poor! l
hate it so! 1t is always work and work
and work, and 1 have no pretty dresses
and no pleasure! I am ugly and poor
and 1 hate everythingw
poor child, poor childr' said Frau
lein Pauline, thoughtfully. "You are
young, and have nothing, and you are
thinking that |, too, am young, and
have everything, am pretty and rich,
and admired-is it not sop
"Yes. l cannot feel that it is right
that people who are rich should have
everything they wish for, while I
work SO hard and never have what
want. Poverty's curse! Those who
write of the curse of riches have never
been really poor"
Fraulein was stroking the trembling
hand. She rose and went to the win
dow, then came back to her chair.
MY child, do you think rich people
have everything they wish for?' she
said, softly. II will tell you a little
story. Far away in German city, at
one of the great music concerts, an
artist and young girl were introduced
to each other. Those two met many
times thereafter, and life was very
beautiful to them. Then came a
change. The mans eyes could no
longer hide the love that lay behind
them, but he did not speak. The girl
was an heiress, and he feared to be
called fortune hunter. She was also
well born, and he was but a poor
American; her wealthy relatives looked
aSkance at him. He knew that he was
did not want a fitting match; she
wanted a mate. But ach! she could
not speak, she could only wait.
HE was of noble SOUL Had he
been wealthy and the girl poor, he
would have been willing to become
poor for her sake, if that were neces-
Sary to win her. He did not under
stand a woman we'll enough to know
that she, too, may have such a noble
soul, that to her, also, wealth and po-
sition may be as nothing beside love.
And so, meaning to be kind, he was
cruel. He went away. He would per-
haps have been willing to die for her,
but he was not willing to be thought
a fortune hunter for her sake. Is it
right to be so proud in ones love? The
pride of wealth is nothing to the pride
of poverty. A woman would like to
be loved without thought of either.
He did not underestimate
The last words broke away from the
even tenor of the story in a little cry,
and the Fraulein's pretty brown head
suddenly dropped into her hands.
There was silence. The sewing girl
ventured to lay her hand tenderly on
the bowed head; her eyes were filed
with gentler tears.
did you never see him again?" sae
asked, softly.
The other girl lifted her face. Never
again" she said, quietly. 1T is near
" two years ago now. am foo young
no. to find JOY in my friends. my dow
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