Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-12-08

Sturmer's note.
Where is Susanna?' she asked at
last.
She must be asleep, replied.
She turned and left the room.
Klaus l said, going up to him,
it seems TO me a dangerous expert,
ment for Sturmer to return here
Why, aunt? he asked; Anna
Maria certainly does not love him;
and he? Bah; If he were not sure of
his heart, he would not come; he
simply declares himself cured.'
Are you so sure that Anna Maria
does not love him?'
IHe looked at me, as if to read in
my face whether or no had lost my
senses L don't understand that.
aunt he replied, shaking his head.
If she loves him she would have mar
ried him; there was nothing in the,
world to hinder. For Heavens sake.
aunt, don't see any ghosts. l am so
inexpressibly glad to have a man
again in the neighborhood with whom
one can talk about something besides
the harvest and the weather.
Yes, yes. He was right, of course.
l did not know myself at that mo
ment how the thought had really
come to me.
And Klaus rode into the field
again, and l sat waiting for Susanna;
round about, the deepest silence. only
couple of flies buzzing about on the
window-panes; an hour slipped away,
and yet another. Why, why, the
hands OF the clock were pointing all
at once at half-past SIX | had had a
nap, as ailing old maids have a right
to do occasionally. The sinking sun
was now peeping, deep golden,
through the trees; one such i'm
pertinent ray had walked me. Hau
Susanna been here? | rose and went
to my room, and then across to
Susanna's: it was impossible that she
should still be sleeping.
No, the room was empty. The sun
hooded it for a moment with a Grim
son light, and made it seem almost
cosey; or was it the punches of
flowers all about ON the tables and
stands? Even the Mischief-maker
had a garland of corn flowers hung
over the frame, and a sunbeam falling
obhquely on her full lips lit them III,
with a crimson light No trace of
Susanna; her black gauze fichu lay on
the floor in the middle of the room.
on the sofa, half-hidden in the
CUSHIONS, was a note. | drew it out
ola maids are allowed to be curious
and my eyes fell on bold handwrit.
ing which, to my surprise. read as
follows:
Three o'clock this afternoon. in
the Dambitz pines,'
How every possibility whirled
through my head then! Klaus hao
seen Alright! But who, for Heavens
sake, had written this? With whom
had Susanna a meeting there! |
thought and thought, and all manner
OF strange ideas arose in my MINI
and Susanna did not come; she had
never stayed away so long before
The supper-bell rang, and we three
sat alone again at the table, for the
first time in long while, and worried
about the girl. All the servants were
questioned, and two lads sent along
the Dambitz road.
Il did not know if | ought tn sneal,
OF the letter. | should have liked to
speak first to Susanna alone: so 7 de-
clded TO wait and not cause any fur
ther disturbance. Anna Maria was
notlceably Indifferent, and thought Sp.
sauna would certainly come soon. she
nad probably gone to sleep in the
wood. But she must have felt an In,
ward anxiety, for her hands trembled
and her face was flushed with excite.
ment.
KLAUS rose without having tasted
anything. After a little we heard
again the sound of horses hoofs on
the Pavement of the court; he was
riding out then to search for the
missing one. Anna Maria mechanical.
~ gave her orders for mex day, and
walked alone through the dusky
paths in the garden. 1t was an I'm
usually warm August evening. the
moon was rising in the east, the
steel-blue sky above was cloudless
and from the wood there came a ligh,
refreshing breath of air. From the
court came the sound of men and
maids singing, as they made merry
after the hot days work. All! how
many such evenings had | known
here, and this one brought back to
me precious memory of my youth.
with al its pleasure and all it's suffer
ing. Every tree, every bush | had
KNOW from my earliest youth. Every
thlng which life had brought to me
was associated with this little spot or
ground. That feeling is known onb
10 one who can say to himself. Here
on this spot you were born, here will
you live, and here will you die and
1t is a sweet feeling So | sat down
in perfect content on a bench at the
end of the garden, and in my dim re-
treat rejoiced in all the beauty about
me, yet at the same time worrying
about Susanna. Then / suddenly
heard some one talking not far from
me: