“ Tin'll wtiy did you not ask the Bar
oness Richter?"
“ 1 did not wish to marry the bar-
otMMM. and 1 do not know that the
baroness wished to marry me.”
“ Caspar, you talk like u fool.”
“ Nevertheless 1 am a gentleman, and
my ancestors have been honorable
men. 1 cannot offer myself and my
poverty to any woman in whose coun
try a man without the means o f sup
porting himself Is demeaned by tak
ing a rich w ife."
“ W ell.” concluded the baron, “ since
you w ou t marry the American be
cause you ure poor and will not marry
one o f your own countrywomen who
is rich 1 don't see what you are going
to do.”
“ I am going to America to lose my
self among the 00.000.000 people there
are there ”
"H o w will you make a living?”
“ By doing anything 1 can tiud to do.”
“ What, h count work?”
“ 1 shall drop my title
I shall be
Caspar Gotwnld."
“ Count, you are mad. Drop this non
sense. Marry the Baroness Richter.
True, she is forty and homely, but she
has a fortune that will enable you to
maintain the position to which you
were- born
But if yon prefer one of
the others with blood o f lighter hue
there is Fraulein Adelaide” —
“ Do not compel me to say that 1 do
not want any o f these women
My
mind is made up
Within a month 1
shall have been forgotten In Berlin
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The Rathbone family of Chicago
were preparing for Christmas It hap
period that some persons who had cn
tertained them in London were on their
way to Indiq via America and the Pa
ciflc and had stopped over in Chicago
their sojourn there happening to fall
on Christmas. Mrs. Rathbone felt It
not only obligator.* upon het hut a
pleasure to return the civilities <!ie had
received and invited her English
friends to n Christmas dinner.
Mrs Rathbone’« servants balked at
the work o f preparing and serving a
dinner involving invited guests on
Christmas, and the lady concluded to
have one sent in from a restaurant. A
few minutes before it was served she
Bent her daughter into the dining room
to see that all had been provided as
ordered. One of the waiters was about
to pluce a dish upon the table aud. at
seeing Miss Rathbone. started and
dropped it on the floor.
The eyes of the waiter and those of
Miss Rathbone met The man turned,
red as a peony; the girl preserved her
equanimity. But for a few moments,
which seemed to both a brief eternity,
neither spoke.
It would be difficult to imagine a more
embarrassing meeting than occurred
between W inifred Rathbone and this
man, who was none other than Count
Caspar Gotwald. whom she had met
several years before in the court social
circle at Berlin.
But Winifred was
equal to the occasion.
“ R cm ofe it,” she said with the ut
most coolness.
The waiter retired to the kitchen to
get the wherewithal for the removal of
the wreckage, but returned In a few
moment, apparently having recovered
his equanimity. lie gave no other In
dication after the dropping o f the dish
that he recognized Winifred, and she
gave no sign that she recognized him.
“ W e must know the names o f our
wuiters,” she said to him. “ What shall
I call you?"
“ Caspar."
“ Very well, Caspar. You may re
main after the dinner is over and the
dishes are put away. 1 would like to
speak with you.“
There was something In her tone, be
It symputhy or more than sympathy,
that enabled »his scion of a noble house
to do his duty as a servant in the house
of the girl he had met and loved in a
far different situation with composure.
When Mrs. Rathbone entered the din-
iug room with her guests both Winl-
fred and the count Used an anxious
eye upou her. dreading lest she recog
nize the noblemau in the waiter. How
ever, she was too preoccupied with her
duties as hostess to notice him. Once
during the dinuer W inifred saw her
mother looking ut the waiter with a
puzzled expression, but it was plain
that she failed to place him.
W inifred treated the count ns a serv
ant. though her directions were spoken
rather as requests
When the dinner
was finished she arose with the others,
hut remained In the dining room and
when there aloue with the count said
to him:
“ Come tomorrow at 3."
There was no change from the tone
In which she had spoken to him be
fore. He bowed without speaking and
was retiring from the room when she
added:
“ You will come, will you not?”
Their eyes met. W inifred saw that
without some insistence she would not
see him again aud put a pleading in
her look.
"Yes, fraulein.” he said at last, “ 1
will come.”
Fraulein Is the word by which he
had been used to address her In Ber
I In.
The next day when Count Caspar
Gotwald made Ills toilet before calling
on Winifred Rathbone he took out u
suit of clothes that he had not worn
since he reached America. They were
not in the latest fashion, but were In
the height o f fashion at the time they
were purchased.
“ Count,” W inifred said to him when
he appeared, “ father did not recognize
you. iaud mother only fancied she hnd
seen some one very like you. W ill yon
tell me what happened to effect this
outward change in you?”
He told her what she did not know
before—that he had Inherited an estate
which had been exhausted by bis nil
cestors aud that he was enjoying a
respite before going out into the world
to accept what fate would provide for
him. Winifred, who knew that he had
been beset by women in high life In
Berlin, some of whom were rich, ask
ed him why he had not married a for
tune. as was customary in his eoun
try.
“ Because, fraulein," he replied, “ 1
loved oue who would inherit great
wealth. In whose country honorable
men who are !ui[>overished would not
offer marriage under such circum
stances."
A brief silence followed these words,
which was broken by the young lady.
“ So you took It upon yourself." she
said, "to decide for her "
“ I could do nothing else," was the
reply, “ without demeaning myself.”
"W as not an Injustice to tier de
meaning yourself?" she asked
lie made no reply
The two stood
regarding each other for a moment;
then Winifred put out her hands.
From this point the romance of this
story must remain untold. There Is a
lady In Chicago who is entitled to be
called countess, hut she does not claim
the title. Her husband Is the manager
<>t her estate and has represented the
United States In a prominent diplo
matic position abroad In tills family
wln-ri Christmas comes much is made
of It.
Why. the children sometimes
wonder, for on that day their father
and mother seem to have a secret bo
tween them which is all their own
Indeed, it Is fiielr own. for no one but
themselves knows that the pretty Miss
Rathbone. who could have married nl
most any of the eligible young men of
her set. gave herself to a man with a
napkin on his arm
On Christmas day. when the dinner
Is served, the turkey curved and the
vhildren’s plates have been filled, tkrn
the fattier, pouring a glass o f wine for
the mother and one for himself, holds
his glass aloft and looks at Ills wife
Smiling, she looks ut him and says:
■’Kellner" (waiter)
And the father gives u toast to “ that
eventful Christmas.”
Thackeray*« Appetite.
Thackeray, telling o f a dinner he en
joyed at Antwerp, said it consisted “ of
green pea soup, boiled salmon, mussels,
crlmpled skate, roast meat patties, mel
on, carp stewed with mushrooms aud
onions, roast turkey, cauliflower, fillets
of venison, stewed calf’s oar, roast
veal, roast hunt», stewed cherries, Gm-
yere cheese and about tweuty-four
cakes o f different kinds. Except five,
thirteen aud fourteen 1 ate all, with
three rolls o f bread and a score o f po
tatoes.“
Those twenty potatoes remind tho
reader o f the dreadful disillusion of
Charlotte Bronte when she cauio to
London and sat opposlto her literary
Hon at dinner. “ Oh, Mr. Thackeray!”
she cried In sliocktKl surprise as she
watched him eat. She had never Im
agined a hero who ate potatoes by the
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