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fitted about her dainty room, hum
ming a snatch of song; now she paus-
ed to arrange a dish of violets, now to
give her hair a coquettish little twist,
now to chirp softly to her bird.
Fraulein Pauline's sewing girl bent
her head over the skirt she was alter
ing, but not one of these careless
graceful movements escaped her, and
her whole soul was filed with longing
and discomfort. The fraulein was a
young German lady visiting some
American relatives she was rich, she
was loved and admired and made
much of, she could fit in her dainty
clothes and talk to her bird. The sew
ing girl stitched away fiercely.
By and by Fraulein Pauline took up
a book, but her lovely eyes wandered.
They studied the dark face of the girl
bent over her work, noted the sallow
skin, the tired droop of the shoulders,
the heavy frown. Presently a soft
hand was laid on the nervous fingers
that held the needle, and gentle
voice said: My dear, tell me what it
is that troubles you"
The girl looked up with startled
eyes, then suddenly she burst into
tears. "Oh, fraulein, hate to be poor!
! hate it so! 1t is always work and
work and work, and | have no pretty
dresses and no pleasure, l am ugly
and poor-and l hate everything!"
Poor child, poor child" said Frau
lein Pauline, thoughfully. You are
young, and have nothing, and you are
thinking that I, too, am young and
have everything, am pretty and rich,
and admired-is it not so?"
My child, do you think rich people
have everything they wish for?" she
said, softly Il will tell you a little
story. Far away in German city, at
one of the great music concerts, an ar
tist and young girl were introduced
to each other. These two met many
times thereafter, and life was very
beautiful to them. Then came a
change. The mans eyes could no
longer hide the love that lay behind
them, but he did not speak The girl
was an heiress, and he feared to be
called fortune hunter. She was also
well-bOrn, and he was but a poor
American; her wealthy relatives look
ed askance at him. He knew that he
was not a fitting match for her. The
girl did not want a fitting match she
wanted mate. But, acn! she could
not speak, she could only wait
The sewing girl ventured to lay her
hand tenderly on the bowed head;
her eyes were filled with gentle tears.
Did you never see him again." she
asked softly.
The other girl lifted her face
Never again." she said, quietly. 1T
is nearly two years ago now. | am too
young not to find joy in my friends
my flowers and my birds, my books
and travelling, but the best thing in life
| have missed, because l am rich!
And now | want you to have a holi-
day this afternoon 1t is a beautiful
spring day, and you need some fresh
air l want you to walk in the park
The skirt can wait until tomorrow
The girl glanced obviously at
large bundle that she had brought
with her. 'Those are vests she said.
My sister sews them, and l must de-
liver them at the tailor shop this
afternoon. 1t is away up on East
Thirtieth street"
L will deliver them myself" said
Fraulein Pauline, her natural gaiety
breaking forth in delicious smiles.
"Oh, no, not you yourself They are
very heavy, and they make an ugly
bundle. Perhaps you could send some
One?"