Putnam patriot., 1910-09-23
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s-A <~09 - aaow did you come by this iefterf'' aHer serene highness is patron to -retehen, the goose girl. at whose re ,uest the recommendations was given ne."
 This altered matters. The two en- .ered the office.
 can you write?
 A little. herr"
 hes write your name on this piece q. pafer and that. Each night you will t.,esent yours with the number of nonnds. which wili be crfdiied to you yott must bring 1t hack each morning II YOU lose 1t you will be,paid nothing for your iator.
 Dietrich ~rute his name twice Still Hoffman was not whoily satisfied with his eyes.
 -GettIieb." he said to one of the men. ~take him 10 terrace 9s. We'll see what sort of workman he is" He smoke 10 Dirtrich again. What is Gretchen 10 you?" For Hoffman knew Gretchen
 eShe is mys sweetheart herr" And there was no mockery in the youths eyes as he said this.
 Take him along. Gottlieb."
 Terrace 9s was given over to small grapes ThBs many bune hes had 10 be rleked 10 fiii tine basket. But Dietrich went to work with will. His fingers vafe delft. and his knife was sharp. and by midSun he had turned his sixth basket. which was fair work. consid- eriag.
 As Hoffman did not feed his em. ri0vees. Dietrich was obliged 10 beg from his coworkers. Very willingly they shared with him their coarse bread and oninns He ate the bread and stuffed the onions in his pocket. Once more tte youth was alone. He sat down his basket and laughed Was therp ever such a fine world? The varg danger of 1t was the spice which gave fl flavor
 I love her. I dove her." His face erew bright again. and the wooing hload ran tingfing in his veins. Am 1 thief. a seeuudrelly thief. because I have that right common 10 all men 10 love one womans some day shall suffer for this: some day my heart shall ache So Ae it-'
 His fingers were growing, sore and sticky and there wassa twinge in his back as he shonltleHed bis eighth bas- ket and scrambled down to the man who weighed the pick. He was be- ginning his ninth when be saw Gretch- .en coming along the purple aisle. What beautiful day. said Gretch- zen. with d happy faush.
 kiss me"
 .When you iii that basket"
 Not before?-
 SNot even q little .cne" mischief in iher glance.
 Out came the knife, and the vintner l1aied himself furiouslN tGretehen had a knife of her own. .afrd She joined him.
 -There" he said at last That's what call work But it iisvwerthi'if- Nosv.''
 .Grctohen put her haatSs behind her back. rclosed her eyes asRd .raised her chin He kissed nUa anty the iereiy mouhh. ibut the eyes and cheeks and pair .'l.asis only for your lowe. tGretchen- .anlyithaf" And he presseiilh<r hands All man are rogues mare or less Thereafe, so many curnentsaiasl eddies ,euteringIapto mans life. tltiis made up of .a ;1housand variant Interests Nc. mans love Is never like a ,woHi- ans Butiremember this. tsre1chen+i loved Nousthe best 1 knew 'hoN. as a man loves ibut once. hoeiarabse as 1t was possible purely and dieaflS.
 He rippsiaa bunch of Srapes from the vine d thing no careful saintner should do.sasl held it toward har.
 Have ,ysl.<yer heard of the kissing cherri<ss'' he asked.
 She shook her head He ~xplaDed This bunch ssvili do very well.
 He to,k one grape at the eettom in his teefh. tGinSxrly Gretchen did ffise