. St. Nicholas [serial]. he courier. In the Lisbeth Gronig had not been presented to themeantime von Moltke,at the head of his staff,had approached. Turn-ing to Karl, he said:Well, my boy, dostthou go to college ? Alas, no ! repliedKarl. I was to havegone in the harvestmonth, but now whatshall I do ? Your sol-diers take the cattle,and what has beensaved for me must goto buy more. Wilt not give will-ingly to the army,lad? Yes,but—how longhave I wanted to go ! Thou shalt go, myboy. Then, callingto one of his officers: Lieutenant von Ho-henwald make a list ofwhat is taken here, andthe value of ea
. St. Nicholas [serial]. he courier. In the Lisbeth Gronig had not been presented to themeantime von Moltke,at the head of his staff,had approached. Turn-ing to Karl, he said:Well, my boy, dostthou go to college ? Alas, no ! repliedKarl. I was to havegone in the harvestmonth, but now whatshall I do ? Your sol-diers take the cattle,and what has beensaved for me must goto buy more. Wilt not give will-ingly to the army,lad? Yes,but—how longhave I wanted to go ! Thou shalt go, myboy. Then, callingto one of his officers: Lieutenant von Ho-henwald make a list ofwhat is taken here, andthe value of each thing,and when the war isover, you, boy, or yourmother, must presentthis to the Kronprinzin Berlin and receivefull payment. Poor Karl said no-thing. All hope of col-lege had flown; for whocould believe that thegreat Kronprinz would be bothered with the troubles and losses of thefarmers who had been robbed by his soldiers ? Karls mother took the paper, folded it, andsorrowfully dropped it in the little brown MOLTKE SAID BOY, DOST THOU Six weeks went by; the little brown pitcherwas empty now, save for von Hohenwalds for-Vol. XXX.—63-64. Kronprinz, and saying that if presented in twoweeks it would be paid immediately. Frau Gronig hastened to Berlin; the claimwas presented, and, when she returned, the littlebrown pitcher was again heavy, for she had re-ceived a liberal price for everything. And Karl went to college in the harvest month. THE GOOD FORTUNE OF MOLLY VAN. By Temple Bailey. Molly had never before seen anything likethe carriage that had just rolled away from thedoor. It was low and broad, and the cushionswere of fawn-colored cloth, and there were twomen up in front, and the horses had black ro-settes at their ears. Neither had she ever seen anything like the girlin the carriage —a girl with a delicate,white face,with a dark dress, long, fair, wavy hair tied witha wide silk ribbon, and a big black hat shadinga sad pair of blue eyes. Molly looked after th
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