The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-03-18
HIS SWEETHEART TRUE?
CONRADFROM MARYLAND KNOCKS
At 4 COLD DOOR.
Only Dismal Echoes From an Empty Hail
Then Tie Goes Away and Tries to BE
Arrested Finally He Wanders Back
n Aw ats Daylight in the Vestibule.

Then Tie Goes Away and Tries to BE
Arrested Finally He Wanders Back
and Awaits Daylight in the Vestibule.
EAST ORANGE. n. j., March l7.-Conrad
Rooster, a German boy with n great shocK
Of yellow hair and mild blue eyes like n
china dolls. went back to his home in a
little Maryland town to-day with a heart
full Of woe. He came here on Thursday
night 10 find his sweetheart and marry her.
Conrad tramped the streets all Thursday
night, sick with cold, running after the
milkman and the baker and beseeching
them to tell him II they had seen his frau
lein. Nobody knew anything about the
fraulein, not even the little German barber
who knows everybody and is always Will
ing to furnish information gratis. She had
moved away, Conrad found, and she hadn't
left her address.
He met the girl, 80 he told the police,
In Maryland about six months ago. he
was too busy making love to ask many
questions. He knew that she lived IN
Orange, that her hair was yellower and
her eyes bluer than any he had ever seen
That was all he wished to know. When
she went back 10 her home Conrad told her
that he was going there, too, as soon as ne
had saved enough money and marry her
on the spot. She laughed, the boy told
the people he confided in yesterday, ana
said that would be very nice. indeed,
Conrad worked very hard and saved a.
little more than 800, which for him was
an enormous sum Of money. He bought
a new suit OF clothes with gay markings
Of plaid, a new hat, real patent leather
shoes and as a finishing touch got a orh-
liant red necktie. When Conrad landed
here he was a grand looking young man
First he went to New York, crossing the
river from the L~ackawanna ferry, because
he had queer ideas about the location OF
the Oranges. 1t waN late Thursday night
when he got to Manhattan and by the time
he had found out how to get to Orange II
was an hour when in all the little towns
no lights, are burning except lonesome
electric lamps in the streets and the most
cheerful sound is the bowling of a dog
away of somewhere.
Conrad's bad luck started right here.
The Laokawanna train which he took
turned off the main line at Roseville avenue
and got as far as Bloomfield before the
German boy realized what had happened
He left the train and tramped through
the deep snow until he found a watchman.
He was already so tired that he felt Ike
throwing away his imitation leather suit
case and his umbrella, but that was i'm
possible. In the suit case we're presents
Tor the fraulein, even schweitzerkase that
an old aunt had made as a special present.
The Waterman told him to take a tram
back to the Roseville avenue junction and
maybe he could catch the last main line
train if it was late. Conrad waited a long
time for the train, got on and found when
the junction was reached that the last
main line train had gone three minutes
before. There was nothing for it but walk,
and chilled to the bone the boy tramped
four miles TO Brick Church. He met a
policeman, who directed him TO The house
he was in search of.
First he rang the bell gently, just a little
pull; then he yanked il hard, and finally,
when no answer came, he pounded des-
perately at the door. The hammering re-
sponded dismally in an empty hall. Con-
rad wandered away again through the snow;
1t was nearly 8 o'clock in the morning INC
and b~edraggled. An early rising baker
drove along and Conrad asked for a ride.
The baker regarded him suspiciously. but
consented finally to let him climb up
stood his miserable plight the baker gave
him two hot rolls, which he munched CRATE
fully. The baker had a long trip to make
out in the country and Conrad had to climb
down again into the snow. He tried to get
into two or three of the small hotels, but
nobody answered his ring. A milkman
came along and took Conrad to the police
station of Brick Church.
He asked t~earfully that he be arrested
and locked up.
you don't need to be arrested" said the
sergeant.
"Ach, yes I do he said; there is nothing
else for me to do but come to the police
The sergeant told him to go down to
the railroad station and sleep by the stove.
Conrad trudged away again through the
snow, but he didn't go to the station. He
went back TO the house where he had ex-
pected to find his sweetheart. He lay
down in the vestibule, cuddling in a corner
away from the sting Of the wind, and fell
asleep. 1t was 9 o'clock in the morning
when he woke, and he was stiff with cold,
When he opened his eyes and the full ex-
tent Of his misfortunes burst Upon him
he cried. People passing the house saw
his distress and asked him what was the
matter. Conrad old his story with many
sobs. Neighbors cared for him, warming
his cold limbs and giving him a good hot
breakfast. Some OF them thought they
knew who the girl was, but they wouldn't
tell.
at was her business" they said, @H
she didn't wan him she didn't have. to
take him. Only she should have let him
know. 1t was pretty hard IN the boy,
and him just a soft hearted German kid
at that"
Conrad boarded the train, clinging to
his suit case and the bullying umbrella.
'Neffer, neffer will I to Jersey come again.
said he to a few sympathizers who saw
him OF. Il will get me in Maryland a
frAulein who shall true to me be-"