fessor," said Conrad, somewhat appeased. "Now I will go to the
kitchen and make the coffee. That reminds me that I have a letter for
you which was left by a servant."

He took a letter from the table, and handed it to his master. While
he was breaking the seal, Conrad approached the door slowly and
hesitatingly, evidently curious to hear the contents of the letter. He
had not reached the door, when Gellert recalled him.

"Conrad," said Gellert, with a trembling voice, "hear what this letter
contains."

"Well, I am really curious," said Conrad, smiling.

Gellert took the letter and commenced reading:

"My dear and honored professor, will you allow one of your--"

Here he hesitated, and his face flushed deeply. "No," he said, softly;
"I cannot read that; it is too great, too undeserved praise of myself.
Read it yourself."

"Nonsense!" said Conrad, taking the letter; "the professor is as bashful
as a young girl. To read one's praise, is no shame. Now listen: 'My dear
and honored professor, will you allow one of your pupils to seek a favor
from you? I am rich! God has enriched you with the rarest gifts of mind
and heart, but He has not bestowed outward wealth upon you. Your salary
is not large, but your heart is so great and noble, that you give the
little you possess to the poor and suffering, and care for others while
you yourself need care. Allow me, my much-loved master, something of
that same happiness which you enjoy. Grant me the pleasure of offering
you (who divide your bread with the poor, and your last thaler with the
suffering) a small addition to your salary, and begging you to use it so
long as God leaves you upon earth, to be the delight of your scholars,
and the pride of Germany. The banker Farenthal has orders to pay to you
quarterly the sum of two hundred thalers; you will to-morrow receive the
first instalment."

"'YOUR GRATEFUL AND ADMIRING PUPIL.'"

"Hurrah! hurrah!" cried Conrad, waving the paper aloft. "Now we are
rich, we can live comfortably, without care. Oh, I will take care of
you, and you must drink a glass of wine every day, in order to become
strong, and I will bring your dinner from the best eating-house, that
you may enjoy your meal in peace and quiet in your own room."

"Gently, gently, Conrad!" said Gellert, smiling. "In your delight over
the money, you forget the noble giver. Who can it be? Who among my
pupils is so rich and so delicate, as to bestow so generously, and in
such