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I tole her she needn't be makin' up to HIM, fur he's keepin' comp'ny with Lizzie Hershey!" "Say, mom," announced Amanda, ignoring her sister's rebuke, "I stopped in this morning to see Lizzie Hershey, and she's that spited about Teacher's comin' here instead of to their place that she never so much as ast me would I spare my hat!" "Now look!" exclaimed Mrs. Wackernagel.
My knowledge of troubadours, trouvères, and minnesingers is obtained mainly from the great collections of Raynouard, Wackernagel, Mätzner, Bartsch, and Von der Hagen, and from Bartsch's and Simrock's editions and versions of Gottfried von Strassburg, Hartmann von Aue, and Wolfram von Eschenbach.
I have not met so strong and original a character for many a long year, and I was very glad to read in the autobiography of Wackernagel that when it went ill with him in Berlin, Hoffman von Fallersleben and this same Runge invited him to Breslau to share their poverty, which was so great that they often did not know at night where they should get the next day's bread.
On Sunday morning, in spite of her aunt's protestations, Tillie went to meeting with her curls outside her cap. "They'll set you back!" protested Mrs. Wackernagel, in great trouble of spirit. "It would be worse to be deceitful than to be vain," Tillie answered. "If I am going to let my hair curl week-days, I won't be a coward and deceive the meeting about myself."
One must have read the biography of the honest and laborious Germanist Wackernagel to be able to credit the fact that that quiet searcher after knowledge was pursued far into middle life by the most bitter persecution and rancorous injuries, because as a schoolboy whether in the third or fourth class I do not know he had written a letter in which was set forth some new division, thought out in his childish brain, for the united German Empire of which he dreamed.
Wackernagel asked, patting the girl's shoulder, her face beaming with pleasure at her niece's affectionate demonstration. "No one else, Aunty Em." Tillie drew herself away and again returned to her work at the dresser. But all the rest of that day her conscience tortured her that she should have told this lie. For there was some one else.
Aunty Em, too, marveled as she perceived the girl's strange indifference to the inevitable public disgrace at the hands of the brethren and sisters. Whatever was the matter with Tillie? Wackernagel diverted the curiosity of the family as to how the meeting had received the curls. "What did yous do all while we was to meeting?" she asked of her two daughters.
Amanda idly rocked back and forth in a large luridly painted rocking-chair by the window, and Mrs. Wackernagel sat by the table before an open Bible in which she was not too much absorbed to join occasionally in the general conversation. "He sayed he was afraid he was some tony," answered Absalom.
Out in the bar-room, as the doctor took his nightly glass of beer at the counter, he confided to Abe Wackernagel that somehow he did, now, "like to see Teacher use them manners of hisn. I'm 'most as stuck on 'em as missus is!" he declared.
I have not met so strong and original a character for many a long year, and I was very glad to read in the autobiography of Wackernagel that when it went ill with him in Berlin, Hoffman von Fallersleben and this same Runge invited him to Breslau to share their poverty, which was so great that they often did not know at night where they should get the next day's bread.
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