Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1907-10-31

ent kinds of lace. Dora called all the
saints to witness she could never
wear her gloves; they were four sizes
too large; altogether It was a miser-
able time.
Frau Degenhardt now insisted that
Jascha should say Eyes" Or mo-, but
before she could answer, Johanna ap-
pes.red with huge box: For Frau
Iein Won Ponianska."
"A dress!" we all exclaimed and
gathere round the box when Johanna
opened the top with chisei. First
came layers of white silk paper, which
we're removed by one Of the dress
makers, who commenced to unpack
It.
People! Childreni" she exclaimed
after few moments. ooh, how eie-
CAN'T" and raised up a shimmering
robe, covered with costly lace.
"Heavens!" cried the other old sis
ter. at is like a bridal dress! Frau
lein, what a grandmother you havei"
The rest Of us we're silent, what
was our girlish ffnery, compared with
this fairy-like costume, in the cloudy
lace Of which the water lilies lay half
concealed? Our principal did not look
quite pleased.
did you wish such costly tot
let?"
We all looked at where Jascha had
been standing, when frau Degenhardt
began to speak, but the place was
empty-the girl had left the room.
'Strange!" murmured our principal,
and called Johanna to put the dress
with ours in the next room.
Dora said something about fool
tshness," and Olga shrugged her shout
ders saying: Stuck up! What will
her highness say, when she comes in
Ike the Queen of Sheba."
We were all now much quieter than
before, but did not concern ourselves
about Jascha, she had long ago been
communicated, and this matter of
the dress now fully defined her DO
sition.
She appeared at supper. pale and
with dark circles under her eyes.
Heavens, Jascha!" cried Madem-
oiselle, you are all wet, and your
hands are cold and damp like one
frog"
1t is raining; excuse me-" she re-
Piled, and pushed her chair a little
further off.
Where have you been?" inquired
Frau Degenhardt, mildly.
In the castle garden; | had head
ache. and thought"
1T would do you good?" completed
our principal. HAS it done 500"
Jascha colored deeply. ooh, thank
you very much-yes."
will you eat nothing?"
Thank you, no"
you seem to be suffering very
much and need not remain"
Jascha expressed her thanks aud
rose. When she reached the door, the
old lady called to her: "Jascha, in
my room on the workable you will
find some smelling salts"
She bowed in reply and went out.
Two evenings in the week we were
invited to Frau Degenhardt's room,
where was generally some light re-
freshment, such as fruit or cake, and
where we enjoyed the luxurious
chairs and lounges scattered about,
and chatted to our hearts content.
These hours were to us inexpress-
IDLY delightful, and live among my
lrOst cherished memories.
The evening in question was one OF
these, and with merry voices, We
came tramping into the room, where
twilight was already gathering in the
corners. Each one of US fastened to
her favorite seat; mine was on the
cushion by the window, at Frau Deg
enhardt's feet.
"Jascha!" I exclaimed, as 1 saw her
sitting there, so still and pale, like a
statue, in the dim light.
Move a little, Jascha; there is
room for two" said the old lady; and
so We sat together, close enough for
me to feel the trembling of her
limbs.
You must be sick, Jascha," I whis-
lfeIed with a touch of the old feeling
OF pity.
mo, MOI" she replied horsely.
Soon it began to grow quite dark
and Mademoiselle begged for a light,
she could not understand the Ger
man love for the cleaning 1T is only
fit for sentimental stories!" she said
in her pretty German. But we all pro
tested. Numerous carriages rolled by.
their lamps shining up into the room.
The royal party must be coming,
said Frau Degenhardt, as she rose,
and going over to her desk locked it
and put the key in her pocket. She
had observed that it was open, and
now calmly resumed her seat re-
marking that whenever she heard tde
| royal company drive by, she always
thought of the first time she came TO
the place. ut was when my princess
was presented as a bride to her hIS-
bands parents"
/ We had often heard the story, still
we all now cried with one voice:
"Please, please tell US about it."
So the old lady related as follows:
1T was in August, and all Wilhems-
burg was bright with flags and gar
lands. Bouquets were thrown to the