The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1910-07-09
Berlin, December Is.

that might have o Merry Cnrlstmas
has not been fulfilled. never spent
10 melancholy Christmas Eve. You
will not wonder that could not bear
to accept the invitations Of friends !.
to be looker-on at family re-
joicings 80 ! stayed at home.
entirely alone. found It utterly Inn
possible to get servant before New
Year and yesterday was even without
. helper from outside. The porter's
wife put cold supper on the table for
me early in the afternoon. for she was
too busy later with Christmas prepa-
rations for her children. A smoky oil
lamp took the place Of the Christmas
tree which you always adorned SO
charmingly and with such exquisite
taste every year, and there were none
of those pretty surprises by which you
supplied my wants and wishes almost
before I was conscious Of them. There
was nothing on the Christmas table
but my old fur coat, which Herr Pa
laschke- softened by my .entreaties
and assurances and perhaps also by
the spirit of Christmastide-had al
lowed me to take the preceding day.
1t was as cold as charity In the room.
for the fire had gone out and It was
beyond my skill to rekindle 1t, so I
put on the fur coat. sat down by the
smoky lamp, and read over the letters
which wrote you during the time Of
our engagement and which had Ia
ken from their II years resting place
to send to you today.
Dear Emma, I cannot tell you how
they have moved me. cried like q
child, not over the tragic ending of
our marriage alone, but at the change
in myself which I recognize. They
are very immature and In many ways
not in accordance with my present
way of thinking, but what a fresh.
frank. warm-blooded fellow I was then.
and how ] loved you! How happy
was! How artlessly and unreserved.
ly did / give myself up to my happi-
ness! Till now I have thought that
there has been a gradual. slow change
In you alone, but now I see that
have also altered, and GOO knows,
when compare the Max Of those days
with the Max of today, do not know
to which to give the preference. In
the sleepless nights which have late
ly spent. have thought over the pos
sibility Of Transforming myself into
the Max then was, and grave doubts
have suggested themselves whether
the differences in our views Of mat
tiers and things were really as great
as they seemed to US, whether there Is
not outside of them something eternal
ly human, some neutral ground where
we might continue to have interests In
common.
Try and see, dear Emma, whether
such voice does not speak also to
your soul. We cannot undo the past.
but nothing could give me greater
consolation In my present unhappy
condition than to know that you could
say yes to this question, for your de-
parture has left void In my house
and In my life that can never, never
all. Thy most unhappy
MAX.
Frau Emma Wiegand to Prof. MAJ
Wiegand. Freiburg, December q.
| Dear Max: very willingly gave you
information as long as It related only
to tickets and sleeve buttons. but
must decline answering the question
contained in your last letter. Did you
really believe, you old Pedant, that
left your home-which was also mine
because we disagreed in our views
Of matters and things in general!
Then you are nightly mistaken.
left you because I saw more plainly
every day that you no longer loved
me. Yes. had become burden tc
you you wanted to get rid Of
me. II In that dignified parting scene
you had said one single tender WORD
to me, should probably have stayed
but, as usual, you were on your higl
horse, from which you have now had
so lamentable tumble Just because
your servants have left you. I tot
have served you faithfully, though yot
do not seem to have recognized thai
fact. I never let the fire go out OF
your hearth. It was not my fault wher
II grew cold.
Who knows whether you would hav,
noticed the void left by my going 4
your fur coat had not also been miss
ing? This gave you an opportunit,
Of opening a correspondence with me
and It seems to be only fitting that 4
should now close, since you have ono,
more regained possession of your prop
erty. I, at least, have nothing more t
say. Goodby forever. EMMA.
EProf. Max wiegand to DR.. Gusta,
! Strauch: Berlin, January 3.
/ Dear Gustav: have a great piec'
of news to tell you. My wife returne,
to me yesterday. and at my earnes
solicitation. thought could no long
Or live with her, but flnd II equal,
| impossible to live without her. hav'
1ust discovered that she TOO was yer,
unhappy during the dime Of our seps
ration, but she would never have ac
knowledged 1t, for ber's IL the strong
Ter character of the two. do no
know how to explain the miracle, bu
We love each other more dearly thai
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