St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1907-02-09

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 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 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!
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 l hate everything"
Poor child, poor child" said Frau
Iein 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 so?"
"My child, do you think rich people
have everything they wish for?" she
said, softly. Il 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
change. The mans eyes could 10
longer hide the love that lay behind
them, but he did not speak. The girl
was an heiress, and he feared to be
called g. 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 fitting match for her. The
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 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
l have missed, because / am rich!
And now | want you to have holi-
day this afternoon. 1t is a 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 I must de
liver them at the tailor shop this
afternoon. It is away up on East
| Thirtieth street"
Il 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; I shall play that am vest
maker taking home my weeks work
l wish to see how it feels. 1t will bt
large fun"
FrauIein Pauline did not take {
car. She was a good walker, ant
Thirtieth street did not seem far off
nevertheless the vests were so heav!
that before she reached her destina
ton she grew very tired. Sh,
glanced YEARLY up the street, ant
suddenly her cheeks grew white, thel
pink A man was coming directly to
ward her-a tall, brown-eyed man witt
dark hair curling upward under hi
straw hat. He bent upon her an cage
face.
"Paul-Fraulein Pauline! Am
dreaming that I see you here?" he ez
claimed.
The fraulein stretched out to hir
her left hand mo, Herr Westcott
it is only me, and not a dream at al
Ach, it is good to see you again.
would give you both hands, but 20
see the other is occupied"
Herr Westcott dropped the littl
hand he was holding. Certainly hi
greeting had been too impulsive, an
his eyes saddened.
MAY l walk with your" he asked
courteously.
81 shall be glad. l should like I
talk of home; it seems SO long sine
1 left. Ich babe heimweh. You hav
= not forgotten the dear old city and th
pleasant little garden of The Lions
"Forgotten!"
Frau1ein Pauline was quite Statistic
! with the tone.
"Those were happy days." she col
tinued.
II was obliged to leave hurried,
fraulein, and surely you must kno'
that those were happy days to M
also"
!, Fraulein Pauline shifted the bundl
on her arm, and Herr Westcott We
> overwhelmed with contrition. lie ha
forgotten his manners.
ooh, / beg your pardon! Let N
a have your bundle! Forgive me tn;