Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1907-01-24

Fraulein Pauline Won Engelruhe
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 heaC. over the skirt she was alter
ing, but not one of these careless
graceful movements escaped her, n
her whole soul was filled with longing
and discomfort. The fraulein was a
young German lady visiting some
American relatives; she was rich, she
vas 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 we 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 a gentle
voice said: my dear, tell me what II
is that troubles you!"
The girl looked up with startled
eyes, then suddenly she burst into
tears. ooh, fraulein, l hate to be poor!
l hate it so! 1t is always work and
work and work, and l have no pretty
dresses and no pleasure! l am ugly
and poor-and 1 hate everything"
Poor child, poor child" said Frau
lein Pauline, thoughfully. You are
young, and have nothing, and you are
thinking that l, too, am young n
have everything, am pretty and rlch'
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 a German city, at
one Of the great music concerts, an ar
fist and a 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 a 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 ne
was not a fitting match for her. The
girl did not want a fitting match; she
wanted a 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. SIT
is nearly two years ago now. l am toe
} young not to find joy in my friends
my flowers and my birds, my books
and travelling, but the best thing in life
l have missed, because l am rich!
And now l want you to have a holi
day this afternoon. 1t is a beautiful
, spring day, and you need some fresf
air. | want you to walk in the park
The skirt can wait until tomorrow
The girl glanced obviously at {
large bundle that she had brough-
with her. Those are vests" she said
MY sister sews them, and l must de
liver them at the tailor shop thi!
; afternoon. 1t is away up on Eas
S Thirtieth street"
81 will deliver them myself" sale
> Fraulein Pauline, her natural gaiet.
t breaking forth in delicious smiles.
"Oh, no, not you yourself They ar
very heavy, and they make an ugl,
bundle. Perhaps you could send SOM
one?"
a mo; I shall play that 1 am a vest
maker taking home my weeks work
l wish to see how it feels. 1t will b,
e large fun"
Fraulein Pauline did not take
n car, She was a good walker, an
S Thirtieth street did not seem far off
nevertheless the vests were so heav,
o that before she reached her destina
a ton she grew very tired. Sh
glanced YEARLY up the street, an
suddenly her cheeks grew white, the
pink. A man was coming directly tc
ward her-a tall, ~brown-eyed man wit
dark hair curling upward under hi
straw hat. He bent upon her an cage
face.
"Paul-Fraulein Paulinei Am
dreaming that l see you here?" he e,
claimed.
a The fraulein stretched out to hir
= her left hand. mo, Herr Westcot
it is only me, and not a dream at al
Ach, it is good to see you again.
would give you both hands, but yo
'e see the other is occupied"
70 Herr Westcott dropped the littl
T. hand he was holding. Certainly h
o greeting had been too impulsive, an
III his eyes s%addened.
a May I walk with your" he aske,
= courteously.
:, 81 shall be glad. l should like
talk of home; it seems so long sine
l left, Ich babe heimweh. You hay
not forgotten the dear old city and til
pleasant little garden of The Lions
"Forgotten!"