The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1907-02-01


ming snatch of song; now she paus
ed to arrange dish of violets, now tt
give her hair coquettish little twist
now to chirp softly to her bird.
Fraulein Paulines 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 filled with longing
and discomfort. The fraulein was
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
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 soft
hand was laid on the nervous fingers
that held the needle, and a gentle
voice said: my dear, tell me what 1t
is that troubles you!"
The girl looked up with startled
eyes, then suddenly she burst into
tears ooh, fraulein, hate to be poor!
I hate it SOL 1t is always work and
work and work, and have no pretty
dresses and no pleasure! | am ugly
and poor-and hate everything!"
poor child, poor child" said Frau
!ein Pauline, thoughfully. you are
young, and have nothing, and you are
thinking that l. too, am young and
have everything, am pretty and rich,
and admired--is it not 500"
my child, do you think rich people
have everything they wish for?" she
said, softly. 81 will tell you little
story. Far away in German city, at
one of the great music concerts, an ar
fist 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 a fortune hunter. She was also
well-born, and he was but poor
American her wealthy relatives look
ed askance at him. He knew that he
was not fitting match for her. The
girl did not want fitting match; she
wanted mate But, acI! 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. ut
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
l have missed, because ! am rich!
And now I want you to have holi-
day this afternoon. 1t Is beautiful
spring day, and you need some fresh
air. / want you to walk in the park.
The skirt can wait until tomorrow
The girl glanced obviously at a
large bundle that she had brought
with her. "Those are vests" she said
"My sister sews them, and | must de-
liver them at the tailor shop this
afternoon. 1t is away up on East
Thirtieth street"
81 will deliver them myself" said
Fraulein Pauline, her natural gaiety
breaking forth in delicious smiles.
ooh, no, not you yourself They are
very heavy, and they make an ugly
bundle. Perhaps you could send some
one"
mo; l shall play that am a vest
maker taking home my weeks work |
| wish to see how 1t feels. 1t will be
large fun"
Fraulein Pauline did not take a
car. She was good walker, and |
Thirtieth street did not seem far off:
nevertheless the vests were so heavy
that before she reached her destina.
ton she grew very tired. Sic
SlduCeu WedTliy up tHG street, dD1 |
suddenly her cheeks grew white, Thea
pink. A man was coming directly t.
ward her-a tall, brown-eyed man witt,
dark hair curling upward under hlS
straw hat. He bent upon her an eager
face
"Paul-Fraulein Pauline! Am I
dreaming that see you here?" he ev.
claimed
The fraulein stretched out to him
her left hand mo, Herr Westcott.
1t is only me, and not dream at all
Ach. 1t is good to see you again. |
would give you both hands. but yo,
see the other is occupied"
Herr Westcott dropped the little
hand he was holding. Certainly his
greeting had been too impuIsive, and
his eyes saddened.
MAY / walk with your" he asked
courteously.
Il shall be glad. should like to
talk of home; it seems so long since
left. Ich habe heimweh You have
not forgotten the dear old city and the