Lippincott's Magazine Of Popular Literature And Science, Old Series, Vol. 36—New Series, Vol. 10, July 1885 by Various
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"I was jealous," Kitty answered simply. "He was above me in station--" "I thought there was no rank in America," said Fräulein Vogel. "Then you cannot understand how a big tradesman scorns a little one," Kitty rejoined. "My aunt kept a shop, but she would never let me help her sell pins and needles and tape. No, I must go to school with girls whose fathers sold pins by the ton instead of by the paper,--or by the pound, as you do here. His father sold them by the ton,--a mere matter of big and little. The family was reconciled to me after a while. You see, the family had to be reconciled, for Frank did not care what they said to him." "He loved you," said Fräulein Vogel. "Yes, but they wanted him to love somebody else. Perhaps he would have done so if I had not come in his way. Perhaps he would have married the right girl,--a limp, languid creature, with money enough to build a cathedral like the one at Cologne. She made the trouble. They said he was tired of me, that he repented his impetuosity; and I heard it all, and I grew jealous,--jealous of nothing. I reproached him, told him that he wanted her and her money. Then came the crash. My aunt died. I had a chance to come to Europe with some people, and I did not even bid him good-by. Now I expect him to write to me--to find me." She laughed a little as she said this. "Some day," said Fräulein Vogel. "If he loves you," she added. "I doubted him," Kitty said, "and I deserve all this. Ah, if you knew him, |
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