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

uurlnS the warm weather. AT thar
time, however, there was no carved
oak furniture here, nor was there a
gay mosaic pavement on the terrace;
| the white vanished chairs and the
couches covered with red-fowered
| chintz answered the same purpose, as
did the worn old sandstone flags with
which the terrace was paved, in whose
| crevices grass and all sorts of weeds
sprung up picturesquely; and the
heavy gray sandstone railing had
quite as feudal look as the artistic
wrought-iron balustrated there now,
and, TO tell the truth, pleased me
better. Some of us have such an
affection to the old things but that
is pardonable, l think.
so l was sitting in the garden.
parlor, and growing a little dreamy
as | still like to do, and listenina
abstractedly to Anna Maria's voice as
she went over her accounts, half
aloud, in the sitting-room close by.
Klaus was in the fields again, for the
frst wheat was to be brought in to,
Gay, and | was waiting for Susanna
to come for sewing lesson, but in
vain. She must be asleep, thought,
half content to think so, for the heat
/ fairly paralyzed my will-power. Ano
SO a long time passed, till a heavy
step sounded on the stone flags out
side, and Immediately after Klaus,
dusty and red with heat, came in and
threw himself YEARLY into the near
est chair.
Where is Susanna?" he asked.
Wiping his hot forehead with his
handkerchief.
"'She is sleeping, probably I re-
piled.
"'Are you sure of that, Aunt Rosa
mond?'
No, Klaus, but 1 think it may be
assumed with tolerable certainty. [
know her..
1t is strange, ne remarked: i
could have sworn l saw her vanish in
the Dambitz pines little while ago.
For Heavens sake!' I cried in.
credulously. 1mpossible! in this
neat! 1t is half an hours walk from
here,'
So | said to myself; but the gait.
all the motions, the small, black.robed
f1gure-indeed, rode across the field
at once, but of course nothing was to
be heard or seen them
will wager she is sleeping quiet
iy upstairs in her canopied bed. or
staring at the Mischief-maker." said
jestingly.
And now, aunt began klaus
again, I have a piece of news which
VIII please you as it has me; but |
do not know if Anna Maria But
then, it is nearly three years since
that painful AFFAIR."
He he spoke he took letter from
his pocket linen coat, and looking at
II said: Sturmer is back again. in.
deed has been for two weeks | do not
understand
AT that instant something fell
gathering to the floor, and in the door
way stood Anna Maria. white as
corpse. In questioning alarm her
eyes were fixed on Klauss lips. | hao
never seen the strong-willed girl thus.
Klaus sprang up and went toward
her; | heard her say only the one
word Sturmer.'
He is here, Anna Maria replied
ner brother; does that startle you soo'
She shook her head, but her looks
belied her.
Il have just received this note.
continued Klaus, and he read as fol-
lows:
My dear old Friend:
landed here again two weeks
ago, for the longing for home finally
overcame me; and when one has wan.
dered about for three years, it is time
Tor various reasons, to return to the
ancestral home. | come from-but
VIII tell you all that when | see Won.
| have already been twice before your
door, to say good-day, but / am
meanwhile of the opinion that the
past should not interfere with our old
friendly relations. l certainly came off
conqueror! 1t will not be hard for
Anna Maria to receive an old frieno.
"hANh nave never ceased TO be, and
which | shall always endeavor to re-
man. May l come, then? Tomorrow
morning, after church, l had intended
to make call, if you permit it. Ny
compliments to the ladies.
Ever yours,
Edwin Sturmer.'
A deep pink flush had mounted to
Anna Maria's cheeks as he read and
at the words L certainly came on
conqueror, 1t will not be hard for
Anna Maria to receive an old friend,
there was culver of pain on her
delicate lips. When Klaus finished.
she had quite recovered her self
possession. I shall be glad to see
Edwin Sturmer again. she said clear.
ly; ask him to eat a plate of soup
with u.s.
That is lovely of you, Anna
Maria,' cried Klaus, rejoiced. The
poor fellow has gotten over it, it is to
be hoped; meeting again for the first
time is naturally somewhat painful,
but you have done nothing so bad.
How could you help il that he loves