Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-08-16
Hoffman WIS rather interested. The
youth paused at tho gate and inspected
the old man highly.

the old man highly.
Herr Hoffman, / want work."
"So7 What can you doT'
The youth recounted his abilities.
II have letter to you Also"
'Let me see It,"
Hoffman saw it. but with starting
eyes. There was. then, something new
under the sun. A picker Of grapes rec
commended by princess!
"Du lieber Colt! You are Leopold
Dietrich7" ..,>
Eyes, herr . So $50.
"How did you come by this Ietter7''
"Her serene highnsss is patron to
Gretchen, the goose girl, at whose re-
quest the Recommendation was given
me-"
This altered matters. The two en-
tered the Office.
"Can you writer
"a little, herr"
"Then write your name on this piece
Of paper and that. Each night you
will present yours with the number Of
pounds, which will be credited to you.
You must bring it back each morning.
If you lose it you will be paid nothing
for your labor"
Dietrich wrote his name twice. Still
Hoffman was not wholly satisfied with
his eyes.
"Gottlieb," he said to on>,of the men.
''take him to terrace 90. Wen see
what sort of workman he is.' He
spoke to Dietrich again. what Is
A, ~ lyv
Gretchen.
"She is my sweetheart, herr" And
there was no mockery In the youths
eyes as he said this.
"Take him along, Gottlieb."
Terrace 90 was given over to small
grapes. Thus many punches had TO be
picked to fill the basket. But Dietrich
went to work with will. His fingers
were deft, and his knife was sharp,
and by mfdsun he had turned his sixth
basket, which was fair work, consid-
| ering.
AS Hoffman did not feed his en-
ployees, Dietrich was obliged to beg
from his coworkers. Very willingly
they shared with him their coarse
bread and onions. He ate the bread
and stuffed the onions in his pocket.
Once more the youth was alone He
set down his basket and laughed. Was
there ever such fine world? The
very danger of 1t was the spice which
gave it flavor.
II love her. I love herr His face
grew bright again. and the wooing
blood ran t1ngling in his veins. Am
I thief. a scoundrelly thief. because
I have that right common to all men
to love one woman? Some day I shall
suffer for this; some day my heart shall
ache. So be it!''
His fingers were growing sore and
sticky and there was q twinge in his
back as he shouldered his eighth bas-
ket and scrambled down to the man
who weighed the pick. He was be-
ginning his ninth when he saw Crotch
en- coming along the purple aisle.
What q beautiful day" said Crotch
en-, with happy laugh.
kiss me-"
when you fill that basket"
mot before:"
| mot even little one" mischief in
her glance.
Out came the knife, and the vintner
piled himself furieusly. Gretchen had
! knife Of her own, and she Joined
him.
"There!" he said at last. THAT'S
what call work. But it is worth 1t.
Now"
Gretchen put her hands behind her
| back, closed her eyes and raised her
| chin. He kissed not only the lovely
mouth, but the eyes and cheeks and
| hair.
II ask only for your love. Gretchen
only that" And he pressed her hands.
"All men are rogues more or less.
There are so many currents and eddies
entering into mans life. 1t is made
up Of q thousand variant interests.
No; mans love is never like a wom-
| ans. But remember this, Gretchen-I
loved you the best I knew how, as a
man loves but once, honorable as it
was possible, purely and dearly"
He ripped bunch Of grapes from
the vine, thing no careful vintner
should do, and held it toward her.
"Have you ever heard Of the kissing
cherries?' he asked.
She shook her head. He explained.
This bunch will do very WE'LL
He took one grape at the bottom in