The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-03-27

ioSo' all dressed III white, with lot OF roses :,
inquired Johnnie of the stenographer as he
stamped the sample envelopes piled up before him.
"WheelsH Well | should saw"
ms outburst of merriment suddenly
checked. In an instant the twinkle of his eye had
disappeared; his laughter was hushed and over his
lace came startled loo expression he turned
again to the girl and whispered in awe-stricken
tones; Gee whizz. Miss Floyd! That's her nowr'
lle screen door opened so noselessy that nc
one but the boy and the stenographer nearest the
door noticed It, and there on the threshold stood
girl with a wealth of faxen hair and wondering
eyes. with dark violet tinge her simple white
gown making an effective background for the Grim
son roses which she carried i'll her apron
Dropping quaint courtesy, she came into the
Office Her eyes wandered about the room with Il
vague unrest. Advancing slowly to the dest of the
BOY and girl she opened her apron aud said softly
IN German: See. they are roses. | have no loaves
OF bread But they did not understand her. Then
giving each rose. she passed on. A few steps be-
yond sat the manager at his desk writing kilograms,
his forehead drawn into a frown foreboding i'll to
any one who might interrupt him. His pen fash
Toned words rapidly. and as each message was writ
ten he called loudly: Here. Dalton" and the CON
tents OF the yellow sheet went flying the wires
to their destination.
He was writing the last telegram: "Answer i'm
mediately by wire if you accept bid Of" Just a
moment he paused to look at the market report and
make assurance doubly sure in regard to the price
Tor something III the nature of a volcanic eruption
to occur the stranger approached his desk. 1t
was not the custom for any to interrupt the
manager in this manner and while his PEN paused
IN Its flight he glared in utter establishment to see
who about to do so then. Was il possible that
the Office boy had disregarded his positive orders
and let people disturb him unamomced.
he young woman stood resting her arm on the
railing that off the managers desk and watched
him curiously Placing crimson rose by the side
of the partly finished telegram. she announced in
voice sweet with pathos: Itch bin Sanct Elizabeth
Won Ungarn."
She looked in truth like saint in her simple
white gown and pure of heart as though no earth
tarnish had ever touched her.
'lch bin Elizabeth" she repeated. "Leben Sic
Rosen, mein HERR"
The manager wheeled around angry. but the
expression his face changed instantly as he
looked into Ezabeth's eyes and noted the irregular
pupils and the unmistakable signs of dementa. His
verdict was identical with that given by the Office
boy few moments before.
As though to make all expiation possible, Nature
had bestowed with lavish hand the most beautiful
physical gifts to atone far as she could for that
which was so sadly lacking in mental qualities
AS Mr.. Bolton looked at her he too Devil
dered to make reply and when he had recovered
and found voice to thank her for her offering she
had caught sight of Won Helm on the opposite side
OF his Office. Being engrossed in his work he had
not her enter, neither had he heard the soft,
familiar cadence of her voice. In instant she
was at his side. 'Lieber Adolphw She gave lit
tie cry of Joy and rushed into his arms
'Lisbeth! Mein Lebschcn." he exclaimed in
awe-stricken tones. Terror. pity and love seemed
for an instant to do battle with each other. Terror
first in the field instantly followed by pity, but
love the strongest and withstood them both and
forth victor Instantly recovering his self
possession. the little bookkeeper drew the fair
haired girl to his side and kissed her tenderly.
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like little child and, putting her arms, beautiful
and mik-whte, about his neck, she passionately
returned his caress.
He lifted her carefully to high school, which
he brought and placed by his He was so ten
der in word and in act. Itch will men Arbeit thun,
damn werden wiz mach Helm gehan mine Liebng."
She understood that she must not disturb him,
so with her arms folded on the long desk, she sat
quietly by his side giving him smile whenever his
eyes we're raised from the accumulation of bills and
books before him. and he, answering with smile
went on with his work For long time she wait
ed, obedicnt and patient. speaking never a word
The manager dictated loudly: the telegraph keys
clicked noisily. bringing news of the markets,
ceptances of bids and reports OF flour sales. Still
Won Helm worked on; still Saint Elizabeth
waited.
The afternoon sun came through one of the of
fee windows ginting her faxed hair until it shone
like FURNISHED gold. The waiting was SO long so
weary. and the time dragged by at a snails pace.
The lids of the violet eyes began to droop. Lower
and lower they fell and at last her head rested on
her left arm exquisitey nodded and white that
it might have been marble east while little yellow
rnglets fell over her forehead Gently raising her
head without waking her, Won Helm placed his
light coat under it and went on with his work. At
last he came to place in the pathway of papers
where he felt justified in calling halt. He closed
his books. leaned over the sleeper and whispered
softly: "homm Liebschen, wir werdcn Helm
geherh"
"Heim gehen :" she repeated, wonderngly, as she
raised her head then. drawing him to her side she
kissed him, whispering softly: "Adolph Ich lebe
dich"
Won Helm lifted her from the stool and led the
wav to the door, while she followed obenienty like
a child On his way out he stopped at the man.
ayers desk and said simply: Il will take nv wife
home ] will soon return" At the door Won Helms