The Granite monthly : a magazine of literature, history and state progress . thing of Frau von Reutlin-gen ? Yes, indeed ; she is charming,and improves wonderfully on closeracquaintance, for she is a trifle shy atfirst. A trifle ! I should say she waspainfully shy. It is her greatest fault,but she never shows it to me. So I have heard. He felt instinctively that there wasmore in her words than appeared onthe surface, so he watched her atten-tively. He was not pleased at the prospectof spending the afternoon with Sus-annas parents, but he saw no way ofavoiding it, until at last Susanna her-self
The Granite monthly : a magazine of literature, history and state progress . thing of Frau von Reutlin-gen ? Yes, indeed ; she is charming,and improves wonderfully on closeracquaintance, for she is a trifle shy atfirst. A trifle ! I should say she waspainfully shy. It is her greatest fault,but she never shows it to me. So I have heard. He felt instinctively that there wasmore in her words than appeared onthe surface, so he watched her atten-tively. He was not pleased at the prospectof spending the afternoon with Sus-annas parents, but he saw no way ofavoiding it, until at last Susanna her-self gave way to the silent supplica-tion of his dark eyes, and led the wayto her own little sitting room, a pro-ceeding which did not please herfather and mother, although theynever interfered with their daughtersactions. Wolf followed her with a beatingheart, and when she seated herself onthe little sofa in her bright room, hehastened to her side, and, seizing herhand, pressed it passionately betweenhis own. Susanna, has anyone been tryingto injure me in your eyes ? i ^1 VA. W »» Ba %Sr * . ? - I - l^SL ? :^ . \, £f* -; : r*?| . F ^r*r ,/-* .; sl A 8 > ?..*/ (1 ; ? ^-^ H 1 -•i 41 hey returned to the house, Woif talking as th 5 tney wa.»ed. 4 5° WILD REUTLINGEN Her bright eyes watched himclosely. Yes, Wolf; someone has been try-ing to injure you : I have been told ofyour gambling habits, and of yourlight, ever-changing heart. Shestopped and colored deeply, not feel-ing sure of her voice. Wolf covered his eyes with hishand, rested his arm upon his knee,and remained silent. The charge ofgambling he could easily refute, buthe was so merry and gay, so warmhearted and lovable, women of allclasses were so kind and friendly tohim, that he felt that she had somecause for complaint. Had she butallowed him to love her, he wouldnever have needed to look elsewhere,but he had been hopelessly separatedfrom her for years. Should he thenhave passed his life in mourning, withnone of
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