Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1906-04-14

against hope, had died with Andres
name on her lips, blessing and com
mending him to the Blessed Virgin
with her last breath.
Andre rose unsteadily. seemingly
grown a feeble old man in the past few
moments, as he tottered toward the
WORKSHOP.
Pausing before the beautiful ampulla
he raised his hand and would have
struck it to the floor had | not grasped
his arm.
Andre" | screamed
"Ah, mam'selle" he said gently,
wat is zere now Eat should live when
Yyonne she haf gomez"
Andre, dear friend" | cried, kneel-
ing beside him on the dusty floor and
grasping his arm, this great sorrow
must not crush you, when at last after
years Of work and self-sacrifice success
is in your grasp. Let 1t be an infiu-
ence in your life for good, that its bit
terness may heaven your whole future
life work. If Yvonne could speak to
you now l am sure she would advise
you as | am doing
could not see his face, but his great
frame shook with sobs.
Dear Andre" continued. you and
| are entering life's afternoon, but |
loved and lost once like you He sailed
away while | awaited his return. till
one Christmas eve, nearly twenty years
ago, l learned, just as you have done,
that he was killed far away on the
other side of the world / have never
loved since or married, for my heart
lies buried in far-off Japan; but my
great loss taught me life's secret-to
live for others happiness, making their
lives so complete that no one can fill
your place, when the time comes to
leave all earthly things behind"
He pressed my hand but made no re-
ply.
I'VE sail for Jamaica next week.
Paul and l. Come with us. cher ami
and among new scenes and people begin
your life anew"
The room was dark now except for
the light of the blazing logs, and |
lighted the lamp and drew the curtains
across the windows. Outside the crisp
winter air was full of holiday cheer.
the voices of merry shoppers and clanl
and din Of the street coming softly TO
our ears
Come tomorrow, mamselle." he
said, land you shall hat my answer"
| Seeing he wished to be alone. | bada
him good night and went away, leaving
him alone with his great sorrow.
On the next day it was nearly noon
before Paul and reached Andres
shop.
\ light snow had fallen, making ey
erythlng look cold ana cherries about
the place. The curtains of the front
room were tightly drawn. the lamp
| burned dimly on the table, while only
the charred logs remained in the little
fireplace
We called Andres name. but the echo
Of our voices was the only reply. so we
hurried into the work shop in the rear.
Andre was there kneeling before the
| empty kiln, against which his arms
rested supporting his head. Clasped in
his hands We're the letter Of death and
the little wooden crucitix, the gift of
Yvonne long ago, while the beautiful
ampulla, the crown Of his worldly am
! bition, lay about him crushed into a
/ thousand fragments.
/ Paul t:ew me back gently.
We sail alone, Minna." he said
! Poor Andre has gone.
Ii was all too true. just as success
/ and happiness We're in his grasp,
/ though far from home in foreign
/ land, Andres spirit was wandering
With lyonne in the sunIlt valleys Of
the beautiful Rhine. Milwaukee Wis
/ cousin.
ii YOU can't speak the truth keep a