The Chap-book; semi-monthly . id the girl. He saw hertears, but he said nothing, and she went away. With the load off her back, Schlomas heart grewlighter. Her face was set toward home, but her eyeswere on the lookout for the next group of friends. They came with a scamper, tittering out of a darkside street, and burst into laughter and shouts as theylanded in the light. «« Ei, was ! du, Schloma ? So a Glueck. Ges dmit ? Na, come. And Schloma went. At midnight her father, old Schmuhl on the fifth, andthe weary workers below, were looking out of the win-dows back across the courts. Through the
The Chap-book; semi-monthly . id the girl. He saw hertears, but he said nothing, and she went away. With the load off her back, Schlomas heart grewlighter. Her face was set toward home, but her eyeswere on the lookout for the next group of friends. They came with a scamper, tittering out of a darkside street, and burst into laughter and shouts as theylanded in the light. «« Ei, was ! du, Schloma ? So a Glueck. Ges dmit ? Na, come. And Schloma went. At midnight her father, old Schmuhl on the fifth, andthe weary workers below, were looking out of the win-dows back across the courts. Through the clothes-linesthey could see, in a room on the next street rear, a merrytroop of men and girls, drinking and singing and laughingand dancing. Schmabni, muttered the neighbors. Schloma,the daughter of Schmuhl, is bad. Let the women workand be silent that our sons sons may be glad. And Schmuhl, the aged, wept and rent the hem of hisshirt, crying ** Ei wei, wei d Schuh ! Mein child isa Schickse, a Nafke ! Pfui ! J. L.
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