Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-02-13
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Copyright. by Joseph B. Bowles.)
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Fraulein Pauline Von Engelruhe fitted about her dainty room, hum. ming snatch of song; now she paus- ed to arrange dish of violets, now to give her hair 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 discontent. The fraulein was a 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 1t is that troubles you!"
 The girl looked up with startled eyes, then suddenly she burst into tears. "Oh, fraulein. I hate to be poor. I hate 1t so! It Is always work and work and work. and have no pretty dresses and no pleasure! am ugly and poor-and hate eyerything!"
 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. and admired-is it not so?"
 My child, do you think rich people have everything they wish for?" she said, softly. T will tell you a little story. Far away in a German city. at one of the great music concerts. an ar tist 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 fortune hunter. She was also well-born. and he was but a poor her wealthy relatives look ed askance at him. He knew that he was not fitting match for her. The girl did not want a fitting match: she vanted a mate. But, aca! 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. Tt s nearly two years ago now. I am too Toung not to find joy in my friends. ny flowers and my birds, my books md travelling. but the best thing in life have missed. because I am rich, And nov want you to have a holi- lay this afternoon. It is . beautiful bring day. and you need some fresh lir. l want you to walk in the park. The skirt can wait until tomorrow"
 The girl glanced dubiously at . arge bundle thc. she had brought with her. Those are vests." she said. My sister sews them. and I must de iver them at the tailor shop this Afternoon. It is away up on East street"
 T will deliver them myself.- said 'raulein Pauline. her natural gaiety 'reaking forth in delicious smiles.
 -oh. no. not you yourself They are 'ery heavy. and they make an ugly Iundle- Perhaps you could send some nez-
 No: shall play that I am . vest maker taking home my weeks work i
 wish to see how it feels. It will be ArSe fun"
 Fraulein Pauline did not take a ar. She vas a good walker. and 'hirtieth street did not seem far oil: 1 evertheless the vests were % heavy aat before she reached her destina- lon she grew very tired She lanced uearily up the street, and her cheeks grew white. then ink A man vas coming directly to- rard her-a tall. brovneyed man with ark hair curling upward under his trav hat He bent upon her n eaxer lce.
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