The Carroll Sentinel from Carroll, Iowa on July 6, 1894 · Page 3
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SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT. 87 BEATRICE HAMLADtff. A NEWCOMBR. Iftdeed, 1 ' remarked one ot the guests at the English table, "fes, "Indeed, we start life thinking that we shall build a great cathedral, a crowning glory to architecture, and we end by contriving a mud hut." "I am gtad you think BO well of human nature," said the Disagreeable Man, suddenly looking up from the newspaper which he always read during incaltlmo, "I should bo more 1 Inclined to say that we end by being 'content to dig a hole and get Into it, like tho earthmen." A silence followed these words. The English community at that end of the table was struck with astonishment at hearing the Disagreeable Man speak. The few •ontenoes he liad Spoken during the last four yoanat Petershof were on record. This WM decidedly the longest of thorn all. "He is going to speak again," whispered beautiful Mrs. Beffold to her neighbor. The Disagreeable Man once more looked up from his newspaper. "Please pass me the Yorkshire relish, " he Bald in his rough way to a girl sitting next to him. The spell was broken, and tho conversation started afresh. But the girt Who had passed the Yorkshire relish eat silent and listless, her food untouched and hor wine untasted. She wai small and thin. Hor face looked haggard. Sho waa a newcomer and bad indeed arrived at Fetorshof only two hours bef ore the table d'hote boll rang. .But there did not seem to be any nervous shrinking In her manner nor any shyness at having to faoe the 350 guests of the Kurhaus. She M*med rather to be unaware of their presence, or if aware of certainly Indifferent to tho scrutiny under whloh she was being placed. She was recalled to reality by tbe voice of the Disagreeable Man. She did not hear what ho •aid, but she mechanically stretched out her hand and passed him the mustard pot. "Is that what you asked forP" she said half dreamily, "or was It the water bot- tlef" ' "You are rather deaf, I should think," •aid the Disagreeable Man placidly. "I only remarked that it was a pity you ware not eating your dinner. Perhaps the ecru- tiny of tho 850 guests In this civilized place is a vexation to you." "I did not know they were scrutinizing," she answered, "and oven if they are what doe* It matter to mo? I am sure I am quite too tired to core. " ''Why have you come hero'" asked the Disagreeable Man suddenly. "Probably for the some reason as yourself," she said— "to get bettor or well." "You won't get better," he answered cruelly. "I know your type well. ,You burn yourselves out quickly. And, my God, how I envy you!" "So you" have pronounced my doom," she said, looking at him intently. Then she laughed. But there was no merriment in the laughter. , "Listen, " sho said as sho bent nearer to htm. "Because you are hopeless it does not follow that you should try to make others hopeless too. You havo drunk deep of the cup of poison. I can see that. TQ baud tho cup on to others is tho part of a coward." Sho walked past tho English table and tho Polish table, and so out of the Kur- haus dining hull. CHAPTER IL CONTAINS A FEW DETAILS. In an old secondhand bookshop in London an old man sat reading Gibbon's "History of Rome." Ho did not put down his book whon the postman brought him a letter. Ho just glanced Indifferently at the letter and impatiently at tho postman. Zerviah Holmo did not like to bo interrupted when ho was reading Gibbon, and w ho was always reading Gibbon an Interruption was always regarded by him as an Insult. . About'two hours afterword ho opened the letter and learned that his niece, Bernardino, had arrived safely in Potershof, and that she intended to get bettor and omne homo strong. Ho torn up tbo letter and instinctively turned to tho photograph «n the mantelpiece. It was the picture of a face young and yot old, sad and yet with possibilities of merriment, thin and drawn and almost wrinkled and with piercing eyes whloh, even in the dull Ufelownow of the photograph, seemed to bo burning themselves away.. Not a, pleasing nor a good face, yet Intensely pathotlo bocaiue at it* undisguised harassment. . Zerviali looked at it for a moment. 1 '''She his never been much to either of iu," he sold to himself. "And yet when Malvlua was alive I used to think thataho WM hard on Bernwdlne. I boliovo I uld •oonoB or twioe. ,But Malvlna had her own way of looking ai things. Well, that u over now." He then, with characteristic spaed, dU- misted all thought* which did nut relate to Roman history, and tho roinoin bronco of Malvlua, hi* wife, uud Uornurdlnu, hU Bleoo, took up an accustomed posltlou in the background of hU mind. Bernardino bad •uffvrod A 'cheerless childhood In which dolU and toys took 110 leading part. Sho hud no affection to Uo- •tow on auy doll, nor any woolly Uunb, nor apparently on any human person, unless •wfaaps tbore was tlto poiftlbllUy ot a mandly Inclination toward Undo iiorvl- ah. who wouja not Iwvo understood the value of any deeper fooling and did not thoieforo call tho child cold hvarted and unresponsive, aa ho wight well havo dono, Thu »he certainly was, judged by tho •tendwd of other children, but £hon »° MfttnlugJnQuenow bud been at work during bor tonderait year*. AuntMalvino ki»w a* much about sympathy us abe «Jlu •bout the proportion of an ellipse, and oven the falrie«h»d failed to win little Bomar- vine. At Ant they tried with loving pa- tlenoe what thoy wight do for nor. f boy «MW out of tbvlr book* and danced MM! •nag to her and whUpwed sweet itortai |o ESr at twilight, ttSlalrtoi' ow» Mino. Hut •*• would bave none of them fa* «]i Ibelr geotte jwrpuastew. So they gave up trying topliaas ber and left taw, M tbw had teunf Uw, lovetoiw. W%»t can bo .aW of « ohildhooa whlob oven Out falrle* b»n failed to touch wltb tbe warw glow of at Bvwb a UillercAtleu tplitlt utrlviug to amma» Itaolf now In tbUdlrwtlon, now ID tbft yt! alwayi aotuatod by tbe«awe«oa' •ttni (o>(«, tUtd«»li* tog worlf, Bwttar- dlnoawmtdto bave no »pwla) w»»U to Iw uarful to atbar*. fib* »«m«d Junt to havo a Mtwai taudwioy to work eveu an MM WM a» law aww*w Igent achola*, and now the talk tot plate M an able teacher. She was self reliant perhaps iittn&whitt conceited, But at least Bernardino the young woman had learned something which Bernardino the young child had hot been able to learn— •he learned how to smile, tt took hot about •ix and twenty years to learn. Still some people take longer than that. In fact, tnany never leant. This la a brief summary of Bernardino Holme's past. Then one day when she was in the full iwlhg of her many engrossing occupations •teaching, writing articles for newspapers, attending socialistic Meetings and taking part in political discussions—she was essentially a "modern product," this Bernardino—one day she fell 111. She lingered In London for some time, and then •he Went to Petershof. CHAPTER III. MBS. ItKFFOLD LEARNS HER LESSON. Petershof was a winter resort for con- iumptlvo patients, though Indeed many people who simply needed the change of a bracing climate went there to spend a few months and came away wonderfully better for tho mountain air. This is what Bernardino Holme hoped to do. She was hfloken down in every way, but it was thought that a prolonged stay In Fetershof might help hor back to a reasonable amount of health, or at least prevent her from slipping into further decline. She had como alone because she had no relations except that old uncle and no money to pay any friend who might have been Willing to come with her. But she probably cared very little, and the morning after her arrival she strolled out by herself, Investigating the place where she waa about to spend six months. She was dragging herself along when she mot tho Disagreeable Man. She stopped him. Ho was not accustomed to be stopped by any one, and he looked rather astonished. You were not very cheering lost night," she said to him. "I believe I am not generally considered to be lively,',' he answered as he knocked the snow off his boot. "Still, I am sorry I spoke to you as I did," she went on frankly. "It was foolish of mo to mind what you said." Ho made no reference to his own remark and was passing on his way again when he turned back and walked with her. I have been here nearly seven years," ho said, and there was a ring of sadness in his voice as ho spoke, which he Immediately corrected. "If you want to know anything about the place, I can tell you. If you are able to walk, I can show you some lovely spots, where you will not be bothered with people. I can take you to a •now fairyland. If you are sad and disappointed, you will find shining comfort there. It is not all sadness in Petershof. In the silent snow forests, U you dig the •now away, you will find the tiny buds nestling in their white nursery. If the sun does not dazclo your eyes, you may always see the great mountains piercing the sky. These wonders have been a happiness to You are not too ill but that they may bo a happiness to you also." Nothing can be much of a happiness to me," she said half to herself, and hor lips quivered. "I have had to give up so much —all my work, all my ambitions." "You aro not the only one who has had to do that, "ho said sharply. "Why make a fuss? Things' arrange themselves, and eventually wo adjust ourselves to the new arrangement. A great deal of coring and grieving, phase one; still more caring and grieving, phase two; less caring and grieving, phase three; no further feeling whatsoever, phuso four. Mercifully I am at- phase four... You are at phase one. Make a quick journey over the stages." Ho turned and left her, and she strolled along, thinking of his words, wondering how long It would take her to arrive at hi* Indifference. She had always looked upon Indifference fts, paralysis of the soul, and paralysis' meant death—nay, was -worse than death. And hero was this man who had obviously suffered both mentally and physically telling hor,that the only sensible course, wan to learn not to care. How. could sho learn not to care? All her life long site had ttndtod and worked and cultivated herself in 'every direction in tho hope of being abla to take a high plaoa in literature, or, in auy cose, to do something In life distinctly bettor than'what other people did. When ovorything waa,coming near to her grasp, when there seemed a fair chance of realizing her ambitions, sho had suddenly fallen ill, broken up so entirely la every way 'that those, who knew her when she was well could scarcely recognize hor now that sho was 111. The doctors •poke of an overstrained nervous system— tho poullenoo of those modern days. They •poke of raft, change of work and scene, bracing air. Sho might regain hor vitality. Sho wight not. Those who had played themselves out must pay the penalty, Sho waa thinking of her whole history, pitying herself profoundly, coming to tho oonolutlon, after true human fashion, that •ho was the worst used porsoii on earth, Mid that uo oiio but herself know what disappointed ambitions wore—sho was thinking of all this and looking profoundly miserable and martyrllke when some one colled her by her muuo. She looked round and saw one .of tho English ladies belonging to tho Kurliuus. Bernardino hnd iiotloed her the previous night. She seemed In capital spirits uml hud throe or four admirers wultlng on hor very words. Sho wtw »lull, huudsomo woman, dressed In u suiH>rb fur trimmed cloak, • woman of splendid bearing and address. Boruor- ilino looked a contemptible little piece of humanity betldo her. Some such liupros- •Ion conveyed iteolf to tho two men who wore walking with Mrs. lleffold. Thoy looked at the one woman and then at tho other and united at each other, us u\ou do giutlo i>u such occasions, "I am going to spook to this little thing," Mrs. Koffold had said to her two companions before they oaino near Bernardino- "I must find out who sho li and when* she comes from. And, fancy, sho lurt come qulto alone. I have Inquired, How hopelessly out ot fashion sho drotaas, andwhutaufttl" "I should not take tho trouble to speak to her," wldouoof thomou. "Sho iway fasten benolf onto you. You know what« bom that «•." "Oh, I oau oa»lly i»ub any ono if I wjBh," rwUod Mrs. ftettaM dWuiufully. Bo alto liaitojwd up to UcriumUuo and hold out hor well gloved baud. v "I bud not a ohuuoo of (peaking to you JMt night, Miss Holme," ahoaald. "You retired go oarly. I bopo you Uuve rented ftftor your Journey. You wowed quite worn out." "Tlutuk you," sold Bwuardlue, looking admiringly at tlvo beautiful woman waa •uvylug bw, Ju»t M M plain women e«vy their baudwuie atatem. 11 You am not ftlouo, I iuunojwf" ooutiu- u<xl Mr*. IttfMd. "Ye*, quite alaiui," answered fiuruar- dine, "But you M» evidently Mauajuted with "t never saw him before last bight," lak'l Bcniardlno. • Is It possible?" snltl Mrs. Reffold Inhef plcnsnntcst volco. ''Then you have made a triumph of the Disagreeable Man. He Very rarely deigns to talk with any of tls. Ho docs not even appear to see us. He sits quietly' and reads. It Would be interesting to hoar what his conversation is like. I should bo qulto amused to know what you did talk about." *'t dare say you would," said Bernardino quietly. Then Mrs. Rcffold, wishing to screen her Inqulsltlyencss, plunged In to a description of Petershof life, speaking entjhUBlas- tlcally about everything except tho scenery, Which sho did not mention. After a time sho Ventured to begin once more taking soundings. But somehow or other those bright eyes of Bernardino, which looked at her so scarchingly, made her a little nervous and perhaps a little indiscreet. "Your father will miss you, "she said tentatively. "I should think probably not," ansWer- ed Bernardino. "One is not easily missed, you know." There waa a twinkle in Bernardino's eye as she added, "He is probably occupied with other things." •'What is your father?" asked Mrs. Hef- fold In her most coaxing tones. "I don't know what he Is now, "answered Bernardino placidly. "But ho was a genius. Ho is dead." . Mrs. Reffold gave a slight start, for she began to feel that this insignificant little person was making v fun of her. This would never do and before witnesses too. So she gathered together her best resources •nd said: "Dear mo, how \ery unfortunate! A genius tool Death is indeed cruel. And hero one sees so much of it that unless one learns t6 steel one's heart one becomes melancholy. Ah, it is indeed sad to see all this suffering!" (Mrs. Reffold herself had quite Succeeded In steeling her heart against her own invalid husband.) She then gave an account of several bod coses of consumption, not forgetting to mention two Instances of suicide which had lately taken place in Petershof. "One gentleman was a Russian," she •aid. "Fancy coming all the'way from Russia to this little out of tho world placet But people come from the uttermost ends of the earth, though of course there are many Londoners here. I suppose you are from London?" "I am not living in London now," said Bernardino cautiously. "But you know it without doubt," continued Mrs. Reffold. "There are several Kensington people here. You may meet sorno friends—indeed in our hotel there are two or three families from Lcxham Gordons." Bernordlne smiled a little viciously, looked first at Mrs. Reffold's two companions with an amused sort of indulgence and then at the lady herself. She paused a moment and then said:. "Have you asked all the questions you wish to ask? And if so, may I ask ono of youf Whore does one get the best teaf" Mrs. Boffold gave an' inward gasp, but pointed gracefully to a small confectionery shop on the other side of tho road. Mrs. Reffold did everything gracefully, 'Bornordine thanked her, crossed the road and passed into the shop. "Now I have taught hor a lesson not to interfere with mo," said Bernardino, to herself. "How beautiful she is!" Mrs. Roffold and her two companions •went silently on their way. At last (fee silence was broken. '•Well, I'm blessed!" said tho taller of tho two, lighting a cigar. • "So am I," said the other, lighting his cigar too. ''Those are precisely my own feelings," remarked Mrs. Reffold. But sho had learned hor lesson. ' CHAPTER IV. CONCERNING WARM AND MARIE. Warll, tho little hunchback postman, a cheery soul, came whistling up tho Kur- haus stairs, carrying with him that pro- clou* parcel of registered letters which gave him the position ot being the most important person in Petorshof. Ho was a linguist, too, was Worli, and could spook broken English In a most fascinating way, agreeable to every one, but intelligible only to himself. Well, ho came whistling up tho stairs when ho heard Mario's blithe voice humming hor favorite spinning song. "El, oil" he said to himself. "Mario is in a good temper today. I will give hor a call as I pass." He arranged his neckerchief and smoothed his curls, and whon ho reached the end of tho landing he paused outside a little glass door, and, all unobserved, watched Mario In hor pnntry cleaning the voudlo- sticks and lamps. Mario hoard a knock, and looking up from hor work gaw \Varli. '•Good day, Warll," sho sold, glancing hurriedly at a tiny broken mirror suspended on tho wall. "I supposo you have a letter for me. How delightful I" "Never mind about the letter Just now," he said, waving his hand as though wishing to dlsmUs tho subject, "How nice to hoar you Ringing so sweetly, Mario! Dear me, in tho old days at Crunch, how of ten I havo hoard that wng of the •pinning wheels! You havo forgotten tho old days, Mario, though you remember the soug." "Glvo ino ray letter, Warll, and go about your work," soiu Marie, protending to bo impatient. But all the same her eyes looked extremely friendly, There waa something very winning about tho hunchback's face, "Ah, ah, Muriel" he sold, shaking hU curly hood, •'! know now U li with you. You only like people In flno bludlug. Thoy havo not always flue heart*." "What uonseuso you talk, Warll!" said Mario. "There, just hand inotho oil wm. You can nil this lamp for mo. Mot too full, you goose! And this ono also—ah, you're lotting tho oil trickle dowul Why, you're not at for any thing except carry Ing letters! Here, glvo mo way totter." "What pretty (lowers!" Mia Warll. "Now, If there Is ono tbing I do like, it is a flower, Cuu you inaro me one, Murlof Put ono In uty buttonhole, dot" "You tiro a nulsiueo thu afternoon," •aid Mario, suilllug and plwutug a iluww on Wttill's blue, (tout. Just than a bull mug violently. "Thq»o Portuguese litdies will drlvo mo qulto mud,"wild Mario. "Tuoy alwuyg tiugluvt whou I urn enjoying myself." "When you (trocujoyiug youriafl" sold Warll triumphantly. "Of oourw," wturuedMttrlo, u l always 4o oujoy clwnlug tu» oil luuius; I always 4MI" "Ah, I'd forgotten tho oil Iwujwl" aald Warll, "And «o hod I," laiigUod Marie. "No, ii», thofu goes VliM toll agttinl Won't thoy Iw angry) Won't they sciW at mel Here, Warll, glvo mo wy loiter, and I'll be off." "I never U4*l you I \m nay letter for jrou," rwwwkoa Warll. "It WM entirely your own 14«* Uw*i afternoon, Fwulelo Mftrte." Tho Portuguw ladle* 1 U'll rang again, •UU jngnT jgrfoutttcbr this time, but life wP^B^w^WWI^^^SWP^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ no did not seem to hear nor care. Sho Wished to tic revenged on that impudent >Slii? to tho top of tho stairs and called niter Warli in her most coaxing tones: Do step down one moment. I want to show you something." "I must deliver tho registered letters," said Warll, with official haughtiness. "I havo already wasted too much of my time." "Won't you waste a few more minutes on mo?" pleaded Mnrlo pathetically. "It is not often I see you now. " Warll come down again, looking very happy. "I want to show you such a beautiful photograph I've had taken," said Marie. "Ach, It Is beautlfull" ''You must give one to mo," said Warll eagerly. ''Oh, I can't do that," replied Marie as sho opened the drawer and took out a small packet. "It was a present to me from the Polish gentleman himself. He saw mo tho other day hero in the pantry. I was so tired, and I had fallen asleep, with my broom, Just as you see me hero. So ho made a photograph of mo. Ho admires me very much. Isn't It nice, and isn't tho Polish gentleman clover, and isn't it nice to have so much attention paid to one f Oh, there's that horrid bell again! Good afternoon, Hcrr Warli. That is all I havo to say to you, thank you." Warli's feelings toward tho Polish gentleman were not of tho friendlier* that day. CHAPTER V. TBK DISAGREEABLE MAN. Robert Allltsen told Bernardino that she was not likely to bo on friendly terms with tho English people in the Kurhaus. ''They will not care about you, and you will not care about tho foreigners. So you will thus bo thrown on your own resources, just as I was when I came. " ' ' I cannot say that I havo any resources, ' ' Bernardino answered. "I don't feel well enough to try to do any writing, or else it would be delightful to havo the uninterrupted leisure. " So she had probably told him a little about her life and occupation, although it was not likely that she would have given him any serious confidences. Still people aro 'often surprisingly frank about themselves, even those who pride themselves upon being the most reticent mortals In the world. "But now, having the leisure," she continued, "I havo not the brains." ''I never knew any writer who had," said the Disagreeable Man grimly. "Perhaps your experience has been limited," she suggested. "Why don't you read?" he said. "There is a good library here. It contains all the books wo don't want to read. " ''I am tired of reading," Bernardino sold. "I seem to have been reading all my life. My uncle, with whom 1 live, keeps a secondhand bookshop, and ever since I con remember I bave been surrounded by books. They have not done me much good, nor any one else either." "No, probably not," he said. "But now that you have left off reading you will havo a chance of learning something, if you livelong enough. It 1s wonderful how much ono does learn when one does not read. It is almost awful. If you don't care about reading now, why do you not occupy yourself with cheese mites?" "I do not foci drawn toward cheese mites." •'Perhaps not at first, but all tho same they form a subject which is very engaging, Or any branch of bnoiorlology?" "Well, If you were to lcj:d mo a microscope, perhaps I might" "I could not do that," ho answered quickly. "I never lend my things." "No, I did not suppose you would," sho said. "I knew I was safe in making tho suggestion." ''You aro rather quick of perception In spite of all your book reading," ho said. "Yes, you aro quite right. I am selfish. I dislike lending my things, and I dislike spending my money except on myself. If you have tho misfortune to linger on as I do, you will know that it Is perfectly legitimate to bo selfish in small things, If one has mado tho one great sacrifice," "And what may that be?" Sho asked so eagerly that ho looked at her and then saw how worn and tired her face was, and tho words whloh ho was intending to speak died on his lips. "Look at those asses of people on toboggans," ho said brusquely. "Could you manage 'to enjoy yourself in that way? That might do you good." "Yes," sho sold/' but it would not bo any ploi;»:sro to mo." Blio stopped to watch the toboggans fly- Ing down tho road. And the Disagreeable Man wont his own solitary way, a forlorn figure, with a fa«i alniost Ojtpnsslonleu and a manner wholly Impenetrable, He hod lived nearly seven years at Po- torshof, and like many others waa obliged to continue staying there if ho wished to continue staying on this plaiiot. It was not probable that ho hud any wish to prolong his trail existence, but ho did his duty to his mother by conserving his life, and this fooblo flamo of duty and affection was tho only lingering bit of warmth in a heart frown almost by 111 health and disappointed ambitions. Tho moralists tell us that suffering ennobles, and that a right acceptation of hindrance* goes toward forming a beautiful character. But this result must largely depend on tho original character— cortninly, in tho OHSO of Rolwit Allltseu, suffering had not unrnhlwl his mind, nor disappointment swi • <•<! his disposition. His tltlo of Utsa^- •• .Mt« hud been fairly earned, and ho ... b -ul it to himself, with a triumphant mrivt wtl.s- faction. Thoro wnrosumo pmiplu In Peters- hot who were Inclined to bollovo certain absurd rumors about hlsollcgud kindnvM. It was said that on mui-o than ono occasion ho had nursed the suffering and tho dying In sod Petorshof, and with all tho sorrowful tenderness worthy of a loving mother had holped thorn to toko tholr leavo of Ufa. But those were only rumors, and there was nothing in Uoburt AlUUon's ordinary bearing t<> justify suoli talk. So tho foolUn people who, for tho sake of making thtuuwlvos ueoullur, revived tliew unllko- ly fiction* wuro suoodlly ridiculed and ro- duood to*llonoo. And tho Ultagnxiablo Man rcwaluod tho UUagroiwblo Man, with a clean record for uuuuilablllty. Ho lived a life apart from other*. Most of (tin tlwo \viu ocuuulod In photography, or in tho into and study of tho uilorotoouo, or In uhouiUCry, HU photography wore bouutlful. Not that ho *howod them specially to any one, but ha generally sont a vpcoluum of his work to Tho Monthly Photograph Portfolio, and Itonoo it w<w tlutt pooplo learned to know hU skill. Ho might bo soon any fine day trudging along in company with hU nluitogniplilo ttpuarutwi and a dv»ol«t« dog, wUo lookMl lUnuwt as cuewlo** a* hi* OH040H wanrudo. Neither ouo took any notice of tho other. Allitaeu wa» no wore goal*) to tlto dog than ho was to the JCur- n»u* fttMta Tho dog w«« no mow Ou- lUWMtrntlVB to Robert Alllttwu than h« W«* to *uy Mto lit PotoraUof. Still they iycro "something" to c:ich other—thnt uncxplitlnablo "something" V.-hlch has to explain almost every kind of attachment. He had no friends In Petershof and apparently had no friends anywhere. No mo wrote to him except his old mother. The papers which wero sent to him came from a stationer's. He rend all during mcaltltno. But now and again ho spol-^ n few words with Bernardino Holme, wnoso place was nest to Mm. It never occurred to him to say good morning, nor to give a greeting of any kind, nor to show a courtesy. Ono day during lunch, however, ho did take the trouble to stoop and pick up Bernardino Holme's shawl, which had fallen for tho third time to tho ground. ''I never sa>y a female wear a shawl more carelessly than you," ho said. "You don't seem to know anything about it." His manner was always gruff. Every ono complained of him. Every ono always had complained of him. He had never been heard to laugh. Onco or twlco ho had been seen to smile on occasions when people talk confidently of recovering their health. It was a beautiful smile, worthy of a better cause. It was a smile which made one pause to wonder what could havo been the original disposition of tho Disagreeable Man before ill health had out him iff from tho affairs of active life. , Was he happy or Unhappy? It was not known. Bo gave no sign of either tho ono state or the other. Ho always looked very 111, but lie did not seem to got worse. Ho had never been known to make tho faintest allusion to his own health. Ho never "smoked" his thermometer in public, tad this was the more remarkable in a hotel where people would even leave off a conversation and say: "Excuse mo, sir or madam, I must now take my temperature. Wo will resume tho topic in a few minutes." He never lent any papers or books, and le never borrowed any. He had a room at tho top of tho hotel, and ho lived his life among his chemistry Dottles, his scientific books, his microscope and his camera. He never sat in any of the hotel drawing rooms. There was nothing striking nor eccentric about his appearance. He was neither ugly nor good look- Ing, neither toll nor short, neither fair nor dark. He was thin and frail and rather bent. But that might be tho description of any one in Petershof. There was nothing pathetic about him, no suggestion even of poetry, which gives a reverence to suffering, whether mental or physical. As there was no expression on his face, so also there was no expression in his eyes, no distant longing, no faroff fixedness, nothing indeed to awaken sad sympathy. Tho only positive thing about him was bis rudeness. Was it natural or cultivated? No one in Petershof could say. Ho had always been as he was, and there was no reason to suppose that ho would over bo different. Ho was, In fact, like tho glacier of which bo had such a fine view from his rou:_— like tho glacier, an unchanging feature of the neighborhood. No ono loved it bettor than tho Disagreeable Man did. 13.0 watched tho sunlight on it, now polo golden, now fiery rod. Ho loved tho sky, tho dull gray or tho bright blue. He loved tho snow forests, and tho snow girt streams) and tho Ice cathedrals, and tho great firs patient beneath thoir snow burden. Ho loved the frozen waterfalls and tho costly diamonds in tho snow. Ho know, too, where tho flowers nestled In their white nursery. Ho'was indeed an authority on Alpine botany. The samo tender hands which plucked the flowers In tho springtime dissected them and laid them bare boncath tho microscope. But ho did not love them the lew for that. Wore thioo pursuits a comfort to hint? Did they l.-'lp him to forget that there was a time whuu he, too, was burning with ambition to distinguish himself and bo one of the marked men of tho age? Who could say? [CONTINUED.] PREPARED TO LYNCH HIM. Mob Gathered to Hang a Negro Who At•united • Little Olrl. CEDAR RAPIDS, la., July 3.—Saturday evening Dick Van Camp, a big, burley negro barber, was arrested on the charge cf assaulting Oracle Dispennett, a 0-year- old white girl. Shortly after he bod been token to th« station Officer Mahei telephoned from the west side, saying a large crowd of wen were congregated there for tho purpose of taking the negro from jail and lynching him. The officers lost no time, but hustled Van Camp off to Marion, whore he wae placed ic the county jail. The mob learning he had been gotten out of the way, dispersed for the time being. There la-groat excitement, and although Van Camp declares ho is inuoceut, tbe story told by tho little girl is so straightforward that it is believed. Illinois Cttulml lo Kator Omaha. OMAHA., July 9.—Commissioner Utt baa secured tho signaturon of the officials of tho Illinois Central to a contract with the East Omaha Land Company for the use of the new bridge across tbe Missouri, and as soon us the proper officers of tho Belt lino have signed an agreement for tbe use of Its track to South Ouiaua tbe Illinois Central will be ready to enter both Ouialtu and South Omaha. , la., July a.— There to a genuine case of smallpox in the north- wveteru part of Jefferson towutuip, A Bohemian recently oamo out from Cleveland, O., and soon after his arrival he was taken sick, Bwontl Bohemians huvo boon axpoaod, and a strict quaruu r»lli«r Hurk* CoutecraUd, ALBANY, N. Y,, July a.—Tho oouso- oration of tbe Rev. Father Uurk« to be (ho fourtb Roman Catbolio bltuop of Albany to tmcoewl tbo lata Bishop Mo- Nieruy, took place Sunday. Two VhUdr«H UrawuMl. CKUAK RAPIDS, July D.—Frank Pen only, yyA ?; ttud Ilo6tt Frauu, aged 10, woru gathering water il'lt* from tbo edge u( Clear lake wutm (bey alipuad iu ttiui wow druwuod. d«u«r»l Kwp|« Iu N*w Vuck. New VOMK, July 8.—Om*r»l Oturloa Biota, tbe f ittve w-uroaldeut of B*lv»- dor, arrived . twre ou port h-out Uuvtu, »ooou>p»ul«l by bu wilt aw) four ubildmu. CUra— Wuattlo you tliiukof uiy now ooiuwt? Muuil— Aren't tue colors ratuor guy for you?— -Truth. PROFESSIONAL CARDS, C. E. REYNOLDS, \ TTOftNKY nnd COUNSELOR AT LAW. t\ Practice In all state nrid edetal contta, Commercial Law a Specialty, Office over First National Bank, Cnrroll, tows. W. R. LEE, A TTORNEY. Will prnctlce in al! elate and feU etal courts. Collections nnd nit other Wat- ness will receive prompt nnd direful Attention. Office In First Nntlonnlbnnk block, Carroll. Iowa. F. M. POWERS. A TTORNEY. Practices In all Uir courts And mnkea Elections prompt!;. < mite, on Fifth itreet. over Shoemaker's grocery store, Carroll la QKOBGE W. BOWEN, ATTORNEY AT LAW. Makes collections an* * transacts other legal business promptly. Of ice In Griffith Block, Fifth St., Carroll. A. U. QUINT, A TTORNEY AT LAW, will practice In all tb» Courts. Collections In all pnrti of Carroll _ ninty will hare closest attention. Offloe wltk Northwestern Building and L°im Association, south Bide Fifth street, Currol, Iowa. A. KESSLER, A. M. M. D. PHYSICIAN AND SUUGKON, Carroll, Iowa. ' Olllce In tbe Berger building, south side Main streft, llith street*. Residence corner Carroll aM> DR. W. HUMPHREY, D ENTAT. 8URUEON. Teeth extracted without pain bt HM . M of nitrous oxide gas. Offlw oner First MattonnlBank, cornet room, Carroll, lowa. Q. L. SHERMAN, iWfisTT Gas administered, ill work* guaranteed. Office on Fifth Bt, over po«t6fflce, Carroll, Iowa. WM. ARTS President JOHN NOOKELS, . . . VicelPre.ldea* J. P. HESS Cashier DOES A GENERAL BANEINff BUSINESS. Loans Monej at Lowest Bates. Accords to Its depositors every accommodation consletaht with sound banking. Buys and ScllsfBomc and foreign, Exchange. . L. CuixBEBTso.N Pren. B. E. COBUBN, Caifefer GENERAL BANKING Landi Bought and 8o)d, Title* Examined and Abstract* Furnished. HPT!! 8TB«BT, CARROLL, IOWA. NEW HARNESS SHOP THEO. OSTEN. Prop. Aa entire new and complete itouk of ^Harnese, Saddles, Whips,* Robot, Fly Nets And everything usuall) contained in a flrst claw etUblUument of thU klid. All work warranted to be nrit class In everr particular. Kepalrln* Neatly and Cheaply DOM. GIVE MB A TRIAL. Opposite Burke'a hotel. Carroll, Iowa. BKBASTIAN WALZ \ HUNlMtam aM DMM t» Boots and Shoes. • MM a lull M« UOIES* AND GENTS' 8HQEI ««••• •H. Mate A Fowtb. OARBOLU U THE OLD BBLX4BL1 IMONKEK-MRATMARKlt. QAM* AVOPOULTM1.

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