Evening star., 1909-07-11

pastor stood before us with the t10ly D1Ole
Bubi was very good at first while the reverend
pastor was reading the Holy Scriptures. He
seemed to be listening seriously. But after
awhile he grew tired and reached out his hands
for the Holy Bible. and when the reverend
pastor would not let him have 1t he was-oh
very angry, and began to cry quite loudly
When the reverend pastor poured water or
his head acrt Bubi was yet more angry and
kicked at the reverend pastor and scratched
his face. and Screamed-oh. 50 frigfttfully that
the whole church echoed with the sound
thereof
A T the close the letter ran Roxie has not
felt So happy and homellke since she left
Bowling Green as she has here in oberammer
gau. And she was happest of all one sunny
day when she gathered up Baby's fine raiment
and went out into the pleasant backyard amid
its> old fashioned flowers. with a washtub.
think she forgot she was in strange country
among strange people. In imagination she was
back in Kentucky washin clio 'es fur de chillun
The joy in her work. the love that has always
been the greater part of her service burst from
her lips IN that ringing, melodlous. slavetlme
chant we've SO often heard her sing back al
home:
s. Wrastle up. Jacob the day am abreakin!
Wrastle up. Jacob: the day am almost hyah
III let you know befo' you GO
Whether | love my Lord no.
Wrastle up Jacob; the day am almost hyah
In our PENSIONS shining. tiled kitchen 3
group of Oberammergau Passion Play actors
gathered. one by one. drawn from the street by
the unusual singing They took turns in peep
ing between the red geranium blossoms on the
broad sill of the kitchen window at Roxie rub
bing and soaping and wringing timing hel
work to her song That such sweet music
could come from such an uncouth parsonage
astounded them.
Said the leader of the Passion Play chorus
The American fraulein went last night to hear
our nightingale Sing: yet she has brought with
her nightingale IS 1t not SO. my friends,
SMILING over the account of Roxie Mary
~ took up the last written letter which was
addressed to Mr.. Richard D. The smiles
at once took their cue to vanish. for Mary
leaned her head on her hand and mourned over
a rejected lover, She sadly reviewed all Rich
ards virtues He was we'll educated we'll born
and attractive. He had loved her alone al
these years with absolutely no shadow of turn
ing. He had been her best friend from amons
all her admirers. He would always be he
friend: but-he would be another girls lover
As unsel1shly as Mary wished her long time
admirer happiness and consolation. she We
could not but contemplate little ruefully h1
detection to rival
Therefore. with a woman's inconsistency
she had written 81 know you will find some
woman far more worthy of your love than |
and no one will be happier to see you happ,
than t.
Farther down the page she read . fear
have become Bohemian after these months o
travel and variety. and that | should not bt
willing to settle down into the routine and con
ventionaty of my old ways. | think | shall
stay abroad and study and become so famous
and cranky some day that you will be glad yo,
escaped me
WHEN Mary had sealed this letter and laic
1t with the Others. she felt less sad. Sh'
suddenly. without any excuse therefor. though
of the English officer, She could see yet tn,
way he had looked at her in the Virgins Grotto
In some ethereal way she felt that they haC
greeted each other from an absence of-was i
ages
Mary opened her window for one last look a
the moonlighted mountains before she retired
Her eyes went first to the Cross that gleamec
protectingly upon the Kofel. Last they
dropped down to the shadowy base OF tn,
peak where lay hidden the grotto.
81 wonder if the nightingale is singing by tn,
Virgins Grotto'" thought Mary as she ciosec
her window.
To 81 continued uert Sandy.