Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1907-01-23

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 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
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 soft
hand was laid on the nervous fingers
: that held the needle, and a 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!
I hate it so! 1t is always work and
; work and work, and I have no pretty
dresses and no pleasure! l am ugly
and poor-and I 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,
ar6 cd If pOt %
my child, do you think rich people
have everything they wish for?" she
said, softly Il will tell you 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
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 sskance at him. He knew that he
girl did not want 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 filed 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. I 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
I have missed, because I am rich!
day this afternoon. 1t is beautiful
spring day, and you need some fresh
air. I 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 I must de-
liver them at the tailor shop this
afternoon. 1t is away up on East
Thirtieth street.
IT 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?"
mo; I shall play that l am vest
maker taking home my weeks work.
I wish to see how it feels. 1t will be
large fun"
Fraulein Pauline did not take a
car. She was a 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. She
glanced YEARLY up the street, and
suddenly her@cheeks grew white, then
pink. A man was coming directly to-
ward her-a tall, brown-eyed man with
dark hair curling upward under his
straw hat. He bent upon her an eager
face.
"Paul-Fraulein Pauline! Am l
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claimed.
The fraulein stretched out to him
her left hand. mo, Herr Westcott,
1t is only me, and not a dream at all.
Ach. it is good to see you again. l
would give you both hands, but you
see the other is occupied"
Herr Westcott dropped the little
hand he was holding. Certainly his
greeting had been too impulsive and
his eyes saddened.
MAY I walk with you?" he asked.
courteously
Il shall be glad. l 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
pleasant little garden of The Lions ?"
"Forgotten!"
Fraulein Pauline was quite satisfied
with the Tone
''Those were happy days." she con-
tinued.
II was obliged to leave hurriedly.
fraulein, and surely you must know
that those were happy days to me,
Also"
Fraulein Pauline shifted the bundle
on her arm, and Herr Westcott was
overwhelmed with contrition He had
forgotten his manners.
ooh, I beg your pardon! Let me
have your bundle! Forgive me that