The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1910-10-05

lhe American ladieS were aILlSIS DOING
of them painted out in the fields; others
in the peasant cottages, using the inmates models
and paying them a half guden morning for just
sitting still! Hendricks friend Berta one of
the lucky models who thus earned twenty cents a
day And Berta became very proud and even dis
agreeable over It too
One of the artist ladies had pretty daughter,
just about Hendrkje's age and size. This four
teen-year-od girl the oveliest clothes that ever
the eyes of Blaarkam gazed upon At least two
eyes gazed on them with envy, and those were Hen
drkjes. 1t seemed to her she never stepped out of
her door but she saw the beautifully dressed Juf-
rouw (Which is Dutch for MISSY. Then she would
look down at her own shabby frock, and feel
wretchedy poor.
In September the artists began to leave the little
Dutch village And of them leaving did
something that made the cloud Hendricks face
blaeker than eyer-7something that made her go.
home and weep as soon as she heard of It.
Mother" she cried, Indignantly, "the Ameri-
kaansche dame has given all her old clothes to
Berta"
eyes, dear, and why not?" asked the vrouw,
quietly. "She knows Berta very well by this time.
You wouldn't expect her to give her clothes to
strangers"
81 don't see why it didn't happen to be me she
painted! I'm sure need clothes more than Berta
does-especialy the winter coatP and poor Hen
drikje gave way to bitter tears. That she needed
clothes was true enough, for the Ruyters the
poorest family in the village.
The next piece of news she learned in the town
did not make her any happier. She home in
sullen mood and told it to her mother.
'Moeder the artist with the young daughter is
going to stay here all winter. She's of the
artists who paint trees and sheepl If she only
painted people, she might get to know me,"-and
the poor girl had visions of the clothes she might
fall heir to in that case I'm sick of seeing that
dressed-up girl aroundP she ended resentfuy.
TIT INT he Tuffr e mir
Didn't she give the children a whole bag of candy
whenever she met them on the heathl
"Ballitjes don't keep you warm, muttered Hen
drikie
Dutch substitute for sugar-ittle lozenges of var
ious favors which the peasants hold on the tongue
while drinking their sugarless coffee. Until they
the young lady the heath, the little Ruyters
had never known the luxury of eating balls as candy
ten whole cents worth at a timel So of course
they liked the Juffrouw, even though their elder
sister didn't
into reasonable frame of mind, another
mother in Blaarikam was similarly engaged. And
that was Mrs. Goring, whose wel-dressed young
girl Hendrikje was tired of seeing around"
Elsie Goring didn't want to stay In Blaarkam She
wanted to go back to New York where the high
school was awaiting her. and. after that of the
big colleges For Elsie was ambitious, and cared
more for her studies than for anything else in the
world. That was why she had carried off all the
honors at her graduation, and why she was crazy
to get back"
But her mother thought year out Of school
would be best-a year out on the Dutch Sanddunes,
where the fresh salt air blows in from the Zuyder
Zee; and where the rich Dutch milk and butter and
eggs and other good things would make her plump
and rosy
Elsie was terribly disappointed.
why, mother" She protested, I'll forget every
thing | ever knew before next September comes
round! And all the other girls Of my class will
be year ahead of mel
"A year ahead of you in school lessons" agreed
her mother. sBut you may pick up something they
don't know"
Elsie looked astonished
what can one pick up here in this little Dutch
village? If you would go to Paris for the winter,
could study something. But here" and Else's look
of disgust finished the sentence.
''Yet there's lot to be learned right here, dear,
smiled her mother Things you could never learn
from books
Elsie couldn't understand it, and cried herself to
sleep that night. But the September days were SO
beautiful she couldn't help feeling glad sometimes
when the keen heather-scented air blew in her face
The crisp October was lower STILL and she began to
feel little more reconciled. Though, for the life
Of her she couldn't see that ST was learning any
thing by just proving around Blaarikam.
One day she saw Hendrkie Ruyter in the vii
lage and spoke To her--for the first time.
Don't your little sisters ever play out on the
heath any more?" she asked. II never see them,
"Oh, no, Juffrouw," and Hendrikie fairly shud-
dered at the thought 1T Is much too cold now.
We just sit huddled by the fire all the time"