The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1907-01-25


Fraulcin Paulinc'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 frauloin was a
young German lady visiting some
American relatives: she was rich, sh"
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 iierccly.
by and by Fraulcin Pauline took mp
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 IT
is that troubles you"
The girl looked mp with startled
eyes. then suddenly she burst into
tears. "Oh. fraulein, hate to be poor
! hate It so, II Is always work and
worI, and work. and ! have no pretty
dresses and no pleasure | am ugly
and poor-and / hate everything
Poor child, poor child" said Frau.
lein Pauline. thoughfulIy. You are
young and have nothing, and you are
thinking tina; I, too, am young and
have everything am pretty aud rich.
and admircd--is II 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 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 worry
beautiful to them Then came a
change The mans eyes could no
longer hide the love that lay bchiad
them, bnt nc did not speak The girl
was an heircss, and he feared to be
called Il fortune hunter She was also
well.born. and he was but poor
American; her wealthy relatives loOk
ed Gskancc at him Hc knew that he
was not a fitting match for her. The
girl did not want fitting match; she
wanted mate Rut. aCn' she could
not speak. she could only wait
The sewing girl vcnturcd to lay her
hand tcnderly 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
"Ncvcr again" she said, quietly. 1t
is nearly two years ago now. ! am too
young not to lind JOY in my friends,
my flowers and my birds, my books
and travelling but the best thing in life
have missed, because | am rich!
And now | want you to have n holi.
day this afternoon. It Is a beautiful
spring day, aud 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 scws them, and ! must dc.
liver them at the tailor shop this
afternoon, II is away up on East
Thirticth street"
Il will deliver them myself" said
Fraulein Pauline her natural galety
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"
NO; | shall play that | am vest
maker taking home my weeks work
] wish 10 see how it feels. 1t will be
large fun"
Fraulcin 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 +
dreaming that see you here?" he OK.
claimed,
The fraulein stretched out to him
her left hand. NO, Herr Westcott
1t is only me, and not a dream at ALL
Ach. it is good TO see you again. Il
would give you both hands, but you
see the other is occupied"
Herr Westcott dropped the lttlo
hand he was holding. Certainly his
greeting had been too impulsive, and
his eyes saddened
May walk with you?" he asked
courteously.
Il shall be glad. should like In
talk of home; II seems so long since
/ left. Ich habe heimweh. You have
not forgotten the dear old city and tho
pleasant little garden OF The Lions?"
Forgotten"
Fraulein Pauline was quite satisfied
with the tone.
Those were happy days" she con.