Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1904-05-19

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He never came back, she had never seen
him again.
At home, Ilse laid the wet portfolio on
the hearth to dry, and with tired steps
entered her mothers room.
The old lady smiled when she beheld
her child.
Use laid her head for moment silent
| ly in her mothers lap. Then:
Mother dear, IL must make con-
fession." And while the soft old hands
moved gently over the blond HAIR, Use
told of that spring evening when she. In
her pride. had so deeply wounded her
young friend-tod of her experience
that day. and of the request Of his land
lady that she return On the Day OF
Atonement toto earn money.
The widow sat silent awhile. Then
she bent down and kissed her daughters
brow.
II will tell you something. child" she
said. ITO us all comes some time great
hour Of atonement and standardization.
You have burden on your soul in the
wrong which. in our days of prosperity,
you did good man.
Throw II off, child; do penance! CO
tomorrow early where'yo duty CALI
you.
Go simply and modestly as always
as to stranger. Shcw him your pic.
lures and take his order.
when you return we will go tc
church. and we shall both feel that the
wrong is atoned for"
Ilse wept. She seemed quite broken
down.
Il cannot, mother Only think, II he
should recognize me, and in this way!'
HE will not know you. Grief has
changed you, my dear. 1t Is five years
And then your veil"
Ilse stood up. Then she said. quickly:
Il will go. mother"
And she went. The landlady showed
an astonished face when she found hei
at the door.
well. this is fine! Thought you wer
offended at me-" she cried. Herr Val
entin, the Fraulein with the pictures i,
here!" she added, knocking at the door
Ilse stepped into the room and re-
NAMED standing at the entrance. ST,
trembled so that she was obliged to hold
the portfolio with both hands.
The young man looked a moment q
the girl in mourning.
Then, as she remained so shy ant
quiet. he placed chair.
IF you will, be seated" he said.
Then she looked up. Hans-her deaf
old playmate! The same eyes. the sam,
dark curly hair! Only his FACET hat
grown strangely serious and narrow
He looked older, more manly.
Mechanically she opened her case. al
though her thoughts were far from tn,
business at hand. He examined thu
specimens carefully, then nodded.
Very pretty; yes. very pretty. \
really isn't a simple photograph that
wish to have enlarged. Fraulein. only
head from group. Can that be done:
Will 1t be just as good as this one?"
She nodded. Her throat was as u
paralyzed.
Astonished. he looked at her closely
yelled face. Why did she not speak:
He hunted about on his desk.
"At least it was very kind of you &c
trouble to come here on holiday. am
very grateful to you.
1.-The fact is should like to have the
picture soon. Here 1t is now.
81 hope 1t will be done well. am
very particular about it" he hesltate,i,
became red. and held a piece CT card
board on which was a photograph Of q
picnic party. when can have 1t,
Fraulein?"
Use trembled. Now she must speak.
I'm eight days." she replied. softly.
The man looked up surprised. This
voice reminded him of something, some
thing dear. Excitedly he passed his
fingers through his hair and busted him.
self about his desk.
Use bowed her head and grew pale as
death. The people here in the picture
-merciful heaven; these young. smil-
ing faces in the midst of trees and gay
banners-where had she seen this be-
fore? Her lips trembled, everything be-
gan to dance before her gaze, and she
could see nothing more.
Hans Valentin pointed to face. Q
pure. smiling. girlsh face, above white
dress-Ilse in the Maytime Of her life!
Look. Fraulein-this is the one !
want enlar-" he began.
He did not complete the sentence.
With a hoarse cry the young girl had
fallen against the desk.
Mortified. he held her firmly and re-
moved the veil from the apparently life
less face. Now he gave cry.
"Ilse!"
She opened her eyes at his compass
sionate call.
NO" she moaned. mo. no, MOI"
He looked at the careworn face. saw
the eyes tired with weeping. and under
stood Misunderstood her fathers death.
her struggle for daily bread and her
humility.
And just as the bells began their suns
moning to the celebration Of Atone
ment. the man Snelt down before the