Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-03-15

QenldDiy over mead and ears IN love
with Katie, the duel could not now be
avoided.
That evening all Westenberg knew
that Katie Won Tollen was very i'll.
Aunt Melitta sat in the parlor ike the
uncann- est of the Parcae, and shook
her head over the new misfortune that
had fallen upon the family. Frau von
Tollen was at her daughters bedside,
about which that noiseless hustle
was going on which always centers
round a sick-bed. Helen was re-
ceiving the Frau Pastorln in her lit
tie room, and a few minutes after
! Gussie came in.
What can be the cause of it?"
said Frau Schonberg. She probably
got too much heated in riding. Why
should she go riding about on a horse
like man.
Gussie drew down her lips If
there is anything good for the health,
it is riding" she replied, and soon
took leave, with a promise TO come
again to inquire the next morning.
The pastorin, too, went away, with
an anxious look, under her immense
umbrella, which had once been spread
over couple of happy mortals. How
much had happened since that time!
The Frau Pastorin felt oppressed
with curious restlessness. Some
thing is going to happen, something
Is going to happen" she said to her
o. q hod
much water-yellow, muddy water"
She met her son on the way. They
stopped and spoke few words to-
gether
"The doctor says it is inflammation
of the BRAIN" his mother told him.
1T looks badly, my dear boy, but
keep up your courage"
He nodded gravely and went on.
The old lady looked after him, as
he walked away so quickly and firmly
Goodness knows she was not proud,
but truth was truth, and every one
| Westenberg, and he was everything
to her God preserve him from all
harm,
And at that moment soldier went
past her who was carrying an elegant
case containing pair of pistols,
which Wegstedt's second had Dor
| rowed from an officer for the next
morning.
And the old lady never dreamed
what significance this soldier with
the pistols could have for her; she
only felt vexed that the great hulking
fellow had shut out her view of her
son for moment with his broad
back.
And as she tripped on through the
wet street in her black hat, whose
white transparent tulle ruche made
frame for her nice old face, with the
three-cornered black shawl which she
had worn since her husbands death,
and her umbrella on which the rain
battered, there went through her
mind an old verse, which she had
often repeated at sick-beds, when her
husband was i'll, and the people sent
word, IF the Herr Pastor hasn't time.
ask his wife to come
In pain and grief and sad unrest.
The Great Physician is the best"
Just as she had finished it she
stood before her own door.
CHAPTER XXI.
The following evening the Frau
Pastorin was sitting by her sons
bedside, but her hymn was powerless
to give her comfort.
The old lady could not yet under
stand how it had come about that her
boy, who only yesterday was so
strong and upright, now lay here like
fallen tree cut down by the storm.
About eight o'clock this morning
they had taken him out of the car
riage, which had appeared like a
spectre at the garden gate, and
brought him in here. A duel" they
had told her. What did she know of
duels? All she had ever heard of
them had only filled her with horror
and contempt. ''Blasphemous" that
had seemed to her; and now mere was
her only son! Why had ne done it?
God alone knew. She had stood by
and looked on uncomprehendingly
while the two doctors-the old city
physician and the young doctor of the
regiment-had examined the wound
and bound it up. She had brought
water and old linen with trembling
hands, but she could not speak. Not
until the old doctor turned to her and
gave her directions about the nurs-
ing did she murmur. Must he dep
No, no, Frau Pastorin. God for
bid.' was the reply. But she knew
the old doctor, and she saw him turn
red as he uttered the lie.
Now | know all about It," she re-
piled, as she seated herself beside
the bed where he lay unconscious and
white as the linen OH his pillow.
"Oh, the Tollens, the Tollens," he
murmured.