Year: 1876

ny hoh. Aho SohiHS uShe
is my last. Before this, however, I must
see your daughter, out of pure curiosity.
l would for once see how one looks
who really deserves the name of a
womanw


"But, young man, what can it be that
thus early has made you so unhappyW
queried the elder, much moved.


81 believe it was the wealth which
my father left me. l was the only son
of the richest banker of this city. My
father died five years ago, leaving me
more than was good for me. Since that
time have been betrayed by every one,
without exception, with whom l have
had any connection. Some have pre-
tended friendship for me, on account of
my money. Others have pretended to
love, again for my money and 80 it
went on. l often mingled, in the garb
OF simple workman, with the masses,
and thus one day became acquainted
with charming being, a young girl, to
whom my whole heart went out in love.
l disclosed to her neither my name nor
position. / longed to be loved for my
self alone, and for time it appeared as
If l were going to be happy-at last, at
last! The young girl and I, whom she
still regarded as simple workman, met
every afternoon in the Marcusplatz,
where we walked up and down together,
passing many happy hours. One day
my dear girl appeared with red eyes
she had been weeping-and told me that
we must part, confessing that her life
belonged to another! With these words
she tore herself from me and disappeared
in the crowd. Her faithlessness decided
my destiny. Vainly did rush into the
pleasures which so called good society
has to offer, but found my lost peace of
soul never, never l then determined
to bring my joyless existence to a speedy
Close"


Unhappy young man" said the elder,
wipiDg his eyes, from my whole heart
/ pity you. 1 must acknowledge that l
was more fortunate than you, for !, at
least, was by two women, my wife and
daughter, tenderly loved"


"Will you give me your address, good
sir, that I may convince myself OF the
truth of your story? 1t is not exactly
morrow l will arrange my affairs as l
have already told you. You will remain
at this inn tonight, and in the morning
early will return. Give me your word
of honor that you will not leave this
house until / come back, and that you
will not in the meantime speak to any
one of what has taken place between
usw


"You have my word. Go to my
dwelling, to my daughter, and you will
find that l have told you the simple
truth. My name is Wilhelm Salms.
Here is my address,"


With these words he handed the young
man a paper giving the address of his
dwelling. 1t lay in a suburb inhabited
by the poorer classes, at some distance
from the city proper.


"And my name is Carl Teodor," here
upon said the young man. "Take this
bank note; it will serve you till my
return"


Carl rang for the waiter, had the land
lord called, commended the old man to
his care in suitable terms, and LETT the
house.





Hardly had the morning broke when
Carl found himself on the way to the
suburb where lived the daughter of the
old man with whom he had become ac-
quainted under such peculiar circum-
stances. 1t was poor place. The
young man knocked, opened the door,
and involuntarily stepped back. The
young girl, whose Inconsistency had made
his life burden unbearable, stood before
him! She had grown pale, very pale;
but he knew her at the first glance; it
was Bertha, whom he once hoped to call
his own.


At his appearance the young gir'-
sprang toward him, overcome with Joy,
holding out her little hand. The young
man waved her back, exclaiming,


"You did not expect to see meW


The poor girl sank back into her seat,
and covered her pale, beautiful face with
her hands.


care you Wilhelm Salms' daughterw
asked the young man, coldly, after a
pause.


"Iam," answered the maiden, timidly.


"And who and where is that other TO
whom, as you told me at parting, your
life belonged9


"That other is my father" answered
the young girl, looking up to the young
man with glance in which spoke the
tenderest love.


With lightning quickness the truth
dawned upon him the scales fell from
his eyes. Speechlessly he rushed to
Bertha, took her in his arms, and pressed
her to his breast.


"Come to your father" he faltered.


"My father! Oh, heaven! forgot !
Where is he? He has been out all
night. / have watched for him in tears
the long night through"


"Your father is saved. He is with
me-" was Carl's answer, as he hurried
the young girl out and through the
streets to the arms of her affectionate
father.


A fortnight later, in the midst of the
greatest splendor, the marriage of the
rich young banker, Carl Teodor, to
Bertha Salms, took place.
A Man Has a Woman Arrested for