Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1907-02-14
] THE BARRIERS +,
OF WEALTH
ny vtNIrA sHIBHRT
Copyright. by Joseph b. Bowiss)

ming snatch OF song; now she paus
ed to arrange dish OF violets. now &c
give her hair a coquettish little twist
now TO chirp softly TO her bird.
Frauleln 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 q
young German lady visiting some
American relatives; she was rich. she
was loved and admired and made
much OF. she could nit In her dainty
clothes and talk TO her bird. The sew
Ing girl stitched away hercely.
BY and by Fraulein Pauline took up
q 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 q SOFT
hand was laid on the nervous myers
that held the needle. apd q gentle
voice said: MY dear. tell me what 10
il that troubles you"
The girl looked up with startled
eyes, then suddenly she burst into
tears. "0h. fraulein, ] hate to be poor!
/ hate Il so! II 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
lem Pauline, thoughfully. You are
ya,ng, and have nothing. and you arc
tn. mixing that I. too. am young and
hs We everything, am pretty and rich.
aynd admired-is II not SOY"
My child, do you think rich people
have everything they wish for?" she
said, softly. Il will tell you little
stqiy. Far away In a German city. st
on Of the great music concerts. an ~
tia and a young girl were introduced
to each other. These two met many
times thereafter, and life was very
beautiful to them. Then came o
change. The mans eyes could no
lsr.ger hide the love that lay behind
them, but he did not speak. The girl
wtas an heiress. and he feared to be
ca lied fortune hunter. She was also
wall.born. and he was but q 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, 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 tearA
Did you never see him again?" she
asked softly.
The other girl lifted her face.
Never again." she said. quietly. n
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 I am rich!
And now I want you to have a hoh.
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 0
large bundle that she had brought
with her. Those are vests" she said.
MY sister sews them. and ! must Do
liver them at the tailor shop this
afternoon. 1t is away up on East
Thirtketh street"
Il 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
me%
mo; l shall play that I am q vest
maker taking home my weeks work.
I wish to see how Il feels. 1t win b
large fun"
Fraulein Pauline did not take Q
car. She was q good walker, and
Thirtieth street did not seem far OF;
nevertheless the vests were 80 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 b. |
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! An II
dreaming that see you here?" 10 %.
claimed.
The fraulein stretched out to him
her left hand. mo, Herr Westcott, |
1t is only me, and not a dream At IN,
Ach. 1t is good to see you again. I
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 your" he asked,
u shall be glad. ] should like TO
talk OF home; II seems so long since
I left. lch babe helmweh. You have
not forgotten the dear old city and the
pleasant little garden OF The Lions?"
Forgotten"