The new enterprise., 1905-03-30

There is no passion so absorbing as
that provoked by a pretty and coquet-
tiSh widow, and Frau Bettlna was
past mistress in the art Accordingly.
Max knew that he was safe from any
danger Of falling in love with Gret-
chen. But the young girl. alas, had
no such prcservativc, and to his con-
>tornation the authors critical eye soon
noticed that Gretchen was hetraylng
the most dangerous symptoms.
There was hut one thing to DO, AMI
Max promptly made up his mind thar,
cruel rs IL was. he would tell his cou.
sin Of his love for the all captlvat-
Ing widow.
81 am very glad for you. Cousin
Max" said Gretchen calmly. rs he
ended his confession. "Do you think
You vii, be married soon?"
Her voice sounded perfectly calm
and uumoyed, and somehow Max was
distinctly vcXed that she took his news
SO qu.etly
81 am very glad" Gretchen repeat.
ol as she took a paper from the desk
AMI twisted ii into curl papers about
hnr pretty curlS. She treated Max as
She would have treated an elder broth.
cr and The familiar action served to
rcosSure him completely.
Il must have made a mistake" the
young man thought 10 himself rs Gret.
chan, with 4 soft goodnight, left the
room.
The next day Max awoke with
light heart lie was no longer rou-
hlal about his cousin, and to-day
Frau Bottina had promised to give
him q definite answer Their last in.
teyviaw had been OF a nature 10 leave
the anxious lover with high hopes of
success, In fact, his triumphant love
had demanded expression in 4 sonnet
which be- had sat up late 10 compose.
This. Max determined. should accom-
pluy the most beautiful flowers that
money could buy, and when he was
sure that the object Of his devotion
had received his offering he would go
himself and demand the confirmation
Of his ardent hopes.
"Grerolcu"
At the sound Of Max's impatient
voice the young girl came quickly out
Of her room, still dressed in a wrapper
aul her forehead surrounded by a row
OF hr,stl.nc curl papers.
Good morning, Max. Did you call F.
meE"
Yes Has any one been meddllng
with my papersT
Mercy. no, you may be sure that |
20 oue except yourself ever sits at
Your desk. and l never allow any one |
to 20 into the library, But is anything |
a.>S'rg:'
yves, a-a-somethlns had writ. |
ton-"
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Max turned sharply toward his cou.
sin. Did that new note I'm her voice .
mean thar she was laughing at him3 +.
himself In hi. irritation, lie .
cried au-r.y:
80 iy was You. ,hen, who took my .
"o,try, Ynu saw to whom it was ad-
dressed and"
Max stopped, ashamed at tie sight
" Gretlcu'S naughty face.
"Fr-.vc me. child. I was vexed. |
extremely voEo1 This po,yry-a som
rrt-lrl q srse,a, importance FOR ne .
,ui-lr is ridiculous thing TO confess
4 am absolutely unable 10 write it
over. I cannot even remember q SIM
-'e line. Ny mind is q perfect blank.
Aoh. Uiumel, was ever a man SO un-
lucky bofore;"
Away he went, s,amming the door
1ah.Ul him.
Max az not return until evening,
and even as he had done in the norm
I-, he slammed the door upon his
return, Entering his library. he was
iisaGreeably surprised to find an EN-.
PITY room instead OF 4 warm fire with
Gretchen toastlng her toes before it.
Gretchen"
In answer 10 his call, the young girl
hastily appeared, still dressed in her
flowing wrapper and cuE papers.
What" Max exclaimed, Not
dressed yet? At 9 o'clock in the even
lngT
For all answer, Gretchen began to
cry.
IL was $3.50 sorry about that
poetry" she sobbod. Il have-been
It all day long, and l
can't find it anywhere - and I'm so
so discoura ged-for now
youu never trust me again"
Hunting for my old sonnet" cried
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