The Carroll Sentinel from Carroll, Iowa on August 10, 1894 · Page 3
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SHIPS THAI PASS IN THE NIGHT. B/ BEATRICE HARBADEH, CHAPTER XV. •WHICH CONTAINS NOTHING. "You may have talent for other things," Robert Allitsen said ono day to Bcrnar- dlno, "but you certainly have no talent tot photography. You have not made the slightest progress.""I don't at all ngroo with you," Bernardino unsworn! riither peevishly. "I think I am getting on very well." "You arc no judge," ho said. "To begin with, you cnnnot focus properly. You havo a crooked eye. I havo told you that several times." "You certainly have, "sho put In. "You don't let mo forget that." "Your photograph of that horrid little danscuso whom you llko so much," ho euid, ''Is simply abominable. Sho looks llko n fury. Well, she may be ono for all I know, but In real life she has not the appearance of ono." "I think that Is tho best photograph I have done," Bernardino said, highly Indignant. Sho could tolerate his uppish- ness about subjects of which sho know far more than. ho did, but his masterfulness about a subject of which sho really knew nothing was mora than sho could bear with patience. Ho had not tho tact to see that sho wus Irritated. "Idon't know about It being tho best," he said, "unless it is the best specimen of /your inexperience. Looked at from tha} 'point of view, it does stand first." Sho flushed crimson with temper. "Nothing is easier than to make fun of others," sho said fiercely. "It is the resource of the ignorant." Then, after tho fashion of angry women, having said her say, sho stalked away. If there had been a door to bang, she would certainly have banged it. However, she did what she could under the circum- stances—sho pushed a curtain roughly aside and passed into tho concert room, Where every night of the season's six months a scratchy string orchestra entertained tho Kurhuus guests. Sho left the Disagreeable Man standing In tho passage. "Dear me," ho said thoughtfully. And be stroked his chin. Then ho trudged slowly up to his room. "Dearmo," he said once more. Arrived in his bedroom, he began to read. Biit after n fow minutes ho shut his book, took tho lamp to tho looking glass and brushed his hair. Thon ho put on a black coat and a white silk tie. There was a speck of dust ou tho coat. He carefully removed that and thon extinguishod tho lamp. On his way down stairs ho met Marie, who gazed at him in astonishment. It was quite unusual for him to bo seen again when he had onco come up from table d'hote. Sho noticed tho black coat and the white silk tie, too, and reported on these eccentricities to her colleague Anna. The Disagreeable Man meanwhile had teoched the concert hall. Ho glanced around and saw where Bernardino was •Itting and then chose a place in the opposite direction, quite by himself. He lookcc somewhat like a dog who has been beaten Now and aguin ho looked up to see wheth er she still kept her scat. The bod must was u great irritation to him, But ho stale on heroically. There was no reason \vh ho should 4tny. Gradually, too, tho uudl once began to thin. Still ho lingered, al ways looking like u dog in punishment. At lust Bei'imrdino rose, und tho Disu greeublo Man roso too, Ho followed he humbly to tho door. Sho turned and saw him. "I am sorry I put you in a bad temper,' be said. "It wus stupid of mo." '•I nm sorry I got into a bud temper,' she answered, laughing. "It wus stupid o mo." "I think I havo said enough to apolo gizo," ho said. "It is a process I disllki very much." And with that he wished hor good nigh and wont to his room. But that wus not the end of tho matter for tho next iliiy when ho was taking hi breiikfust with her ho of his own uccort returned to tho subject. "It wus purely your own fault that! vexed you lust night," hoKuid. "Youlmvi never buforo been touchy, and so I huvi become accustomed to Buying what . choose. And it in not in niy nature to be fluttering." "Thut is a vary truthful statement o yours," she mild us sho pourod out he col'foo. "But I own I was touchy. And BO 1 shall bo again if you make such out ting remarks about my photographs." "You havo ucrooked eye," ho said grim ly, "Look there, for instance) You have pourod your coffee outsldo tho cup. O course you can do us you llko, but tho usu ol custom Is to pour it Inside tho cup." They both laughed, uud the good under gtundlng between them wait cemented again. "You uro certainly getting bettor," hi eald suddenly. "I should not bo t;uvprlBo< U you woro nblo fr> wrlto u book, uftJr ull Not that u new book Is wanted. There uro too many books an it Is und not tmougl jHsoplo to dust them. Still It is not prob able thut you would bo considerate oiiougl to roiuoiuUir that. You will wrlto you book." Bernardino shook hor head, "I don't Boom to euro uow," sho said "I think I could now bo content with t quieter uud moro useful part." "You will wrlto your book," he continued. "Now listen Iu mo. Whatever olso you muy do, don't make your ohurnotiirs bold long dlsoutjjiloim with ouuh other. In real llfo people do not talk four pugus at it time without stopping. Also, if you being together two clover mun, don't nmUo them talk cleverly. Clover people do not. It id only the stupid unos who think they must tulk cleverly all the lliuo. And don't do- tuiu your reader too long. If you luuui huvo u HUiibut, let, It bu u short one. 1 could give you mmiy more Itluts wliluh would bo useful to you," "Hut why not UBO your own hint* for "That would Ixi wtHUu of mo," bo said •uluinnly, "I wish you to prolib bytliuiu." "You lire luurnlug to bo uusollUh ut u very rapid rule," Bernardino said. At that luomunt Mr*. Ueitold OIMUO Into tho bmiUiuHtroom, anil ucolug Buruurdluu gavo hur a Bllir ljuw. "I thought you und Mm. RoffoUl wuro tmoh fi'lomU!" 1 Kouort Allltsiw sukl. Burwmlluo (him told hluiof liur (turf Inter v low with Mrs. Uoffohl. "Well, if yuu fcul unoujiifortublu, It Id ai It should bo," ho *ulil. "Iduu'C BOO whut IniHlnotw yuu luul to point out to Mw. jtoffold hur duty. 1 Uuit) my sho knows U milt* woll, thuutfh sho nmy not uhooso to do it. I inn biii'o 1 should nwMjt It U uuy ouo ,wl»Uxl out »iy duty to mo. Ifivory ouo kuown hi* own duty, and It in hU own uf- fair whuthi'r or not ho daoa U." "I woiulur if you tun right," Bornimllno Mild. "I uuwr iiiwuit to prcsumu, but lior JmJUlctvnw huil 1'JtoaiioruUiU Juo." Why should you be exasperated about )ther people's aftolrsf" he sold. "And why interfere at ollf" "Being Interested la not the some as be- ng Interfering," she replied quickly. "It Is difficult to be the one without relng tho other," he said. "It requires a genius. There is a genius for being syin- lathetio as well as a genius for being ;ood. And geniuses are few.'' "But I know one," Bernardino said. 'There was a friend to whom In the first days of my trouble I turned for sympathy. When others only Irritated, she could soothe. She had only to come into my room, and oil was well with me." There were tears In Bernardino's eyes as she spoke. 1 ' Well, "said the Disagreeable Man kind- y, "and whore Is your genius now?" "She went away, she and hers," Bernardino said. "And that was the end of ihat chapter." "Poor little child," ho said, half to himself. "Don't I, too, know something about the ending of such a chapter t" But Bernardino did not hear him. Sho was thinking of her friend. She was thinking, as we all think, that those to whom n our suffering we turn for sympathy become hallowed beings. Saints they may not bo, but for want of a bettor name saints they ore to us, gracious and lovely ircsences. The great time Eternity, the great space Death, could not rob them of iholr sulntshipifor they wore canonized by our bitterest tears. ' Sho was roused from her reverie by the Disagreeable Man, who got up and pushed his chair noisily under tho table. 'Will you come and help me to develop somo photographs) 1 " he asked cheerily. 'You do not need to have a straight eye for that!" Then as they went along together he said: ' 'When we come to think about it seriously, It Is rather absurd for ns to expect to have uninterrupted stretches of happiness. Happiness foils to our share in separate detached bits, and those of us who are wise content ourselves with these broken fragments." But who is wise!"' Bernardino asked. "Why, wo all expect to be happy. No one told us that we were to bo happy. Still, though no ono told us, It is the true instinct of human nature." •It would be interesting to know at what particular period of evolution into our present glorious types we felt that instinct for tho first time," he said. "Tho sunshine must have had something to do with it. You see how a dog throws itself down in tho sunshine. Tho most wretched cur heaves a sigh of content then; the sulkiest cat begins to pur." They were standing outsldo tho room set apart for tho photograph maniacs of tho KurhuuB. I cannot go Into that horrid little hole," Bernardino suld. "And besides I have promised to play chess with the Swedish professor. And after that I am going to photograph Marie. I promised Warli I would." Tho Disagreeable Man smiled grimly. "I hope he will be able to recognize her," he said. Then feeling that ho was on dan- gerou« ground ho added quickly: "If yon want any more plates, I con oblige you." On her way to her room she stopped to talk to pretty Fraulolu Muller, who was in high spirits, having had an excellent report from tho doctor. Fraululn Muller always insisted on talking English with Bernardino, and as her knowledge of it was limited a certain amount of imagination was necessary to enable her to be un derstood. "Ah, Miss Holme," shosaid, "I have deceived ail exquisite report from the doctor. "You are looking ever BO woll," Bornur- dino said. "And tho lovenmkliig wit!) tho Spanish gentleman goes on well too)"' "Aehl" was tho inerry answer. "That ii your inventory! I am quite indolent tc him! At that moment tho Spanish gentlenuii) came out of thoKurhaus flower shop with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. "Mademoiselle," ho said, handing thorn to Frauloiu SIullor and at tho same tinio putting his hand to his heart. Ho hnd not noticed Bernardino at first, and when hi saw hur ho became somewhat confused Site smiled at thorn both and escaped into tho flower shop, which was situated in out of tho covered passages connecting (ho mother building with tho dependencies. Hurr Schmidt, the gardener, wus iiu'.kin a wreath. His favorite companion, a t-ni- fron cut, was playing with tho \viu. Schmidt was rather an ill tempered man, but ho liked Bernardino. 4 I have put those violets aside for you, frauloln," he sold iu his sulky way. mount to huvo sent them to your room, but have bouu interrupted in my work." "You spoil 1110 with your gifts," t •aid. "You spoil my cut with tho milk," hi replied, looking up from his work. That U u bountiful wreath you an making, IIerr Buhmidt," sho said. ''Win bos dledF Any ouu in tho KiirlMUsf" "No, fruuleln. But I ought to keq my door locked when I imtUo those wremit*. Pooplo get frightened unil think they, too, aro going to die. Shall you l;o frightened, I wonder!"' "No, I Iwliovo not," sho answered us sho took poBswssIou of hur violets am gtrokcd tho euffrou oat. ''But I urn glut uo ouo has died here." •'It IB for a young, beautiful lady, "ho •aid. "Sho wua iu tho Kurhuus two yeuit> ago. I liked hur. So I am taking warn pains. Hho did not cure for the lloworn U bo wired. So I am trying my IXJBC with' out tho wlru. But it is dlilloult." She luft him to hU work and wont nwu) thinking. All tho time, who had now Vx-i-n in Putorshof luul not sulllcod to muko hoi Indifferent to tho suUnosb of her surround Ings. Iu vutu tho Dttiugruuublo MuVfc proavhings, in vain hur owu ruaiioulugi with horsolf. Thobu poopko hero who Buffered nnil fail od and iMUMMxl away, who woro thuy to horf Why should tho faintest shadow fctvui aero** hur noul on account of thorn P There wuu no roiwou. And mill ttho folc for thorn all, who who Iu tbo old UU.VH would huvo thought it wunto of tiino it uparo a iiiouicnt'n rollootlou on anything so unimportant uu Uio Buffering* of an In dividual human being. AuJ tho biiUgo botwoou her former urn hor present bolt won hor owu Illness. Whut dull mlndod Blioup wo nuu>t nil bu, how lucking in tho very olomonUof linuy Inutluu, Bluoo wo uro only ublo to leurn bj, porsoutU vxpurlonco of grlof and sulfcrlut Boiuothliitf ubouli tho nulTorlng uud tfi'loi' of othora! You, bow the dogtt ii)u«t wonder at> us— thosu iiogti who know when wo are iu pull ov U'oublo uud uowtlo nmuvr to uul Bo liuruurdluo ruuuhud hor owu door Sho huurd hor muuo vullod, and t iiniln 0 round uuw Mr*. Uoffold. Thofo wua i Beared look ou bur beuutlful faoo. "j\ilai IMuio," «bo Bujd, "I huvo bwi ent for-^-I daren't go fat'him alohe—I •want you—he la worse. I nm'' Bernardino took her hand, and the two Women hurried away in silence. CHAPTER XVI. WHEN THE BOtiL KNOWS ITS OWN REMORSE. Bernardino had seen Mr. Roffold the irevlous day. She had sat by his side and icld his hand. Ho had smiled at her many imcs, but he only spoko once. "Little Brick,"ho whispered, for his Voice had become nothing but a whisper, I remember all you told mo. God bless 'ou. But what a long time it does take to die." But that was yesterday. Tho lane had come to an ending at last, and Mr. Reffold lay dead. They bore him to the little mortuary chapel, and Bernardino staid with Mrs. Eleffold, who Bccnicd afraid to be alone. Sho clung to Bernardino's hand. 'No, no," she said excitedly, "you must not gol I can't bear to bo alone—you must stay with mo." Sho expressed no sorrow, no regret. Sho did not even speak his name. Sho just sat nursing hor beautiful face. • Once or twice Bernardino tried to slip awny. This waiting about was a strain on her, and she felt that sho was doing no good. But each time MM. Reffold looked up and prevented her. "No, no," sho said, "I can't bear myself without you. I must have you near me. Why should you leave mef" So Bernardino lingered. She tried to read a book which lay on tho table. Sho counted the lines and dots on the wall paper. Sho thought about tho dead man md about tho living woman. She had pitied him, but when sho looked at tho itrlcken face of his wife Bernardino's whole heart rose up in pity for her. Re- mono would come, although it might not remain long. Tho soul would see itself Face to face for ono brief moment and then Forget its own likeness. But for tho moment—what a weight of suffering, what n whole century of agony! Bernardino grew very tender for Mrs. Reffold. She bent over the sofa and fondled tho beautiful face. "Mrs. Roffold," she whispered. That was all she said, but it was enough. Mrs. Roffold burst into an agony of tears. "Oh, Miss Holme," she sobbed, "and I was not even kind to him! And now it Is too late. How con I ever bear my self f" And then It was that tho soul knew its own remorse. CHAPTER XVII. A RETURN TO OLD PASTURES. She had left him alone and neglected for whole hours when ho was alive, and now when ho was dead and it probably mattered little to him where he was laid it was somo time before sho could make up her mind to leave him in tho lonely little Pctorshof cemetery. 'It will be so dreary for him there," eho said to the doctor. "Not so dreary as you mode it for him here," thought tho doctor. But he did not suy that. Ho just urged ber quietly to have hor husband buried la Petershof, and she yielded. So they laid him lo rest In tho dreary cemetery. Bernardino went to tho funeral, much against tho Disagrucnblo Man's wish. "You are looking like u ghost yourself," ho suld to hor. "Como out with me into the country instead." But she shook her bead. "Another day, "sho said. "And Mrs. Reffold wants mo. I can'tleavo her aloijo, for sho is so miserable." Tho Disagreeable Man shrugged bis •boulders and went off by himself. Mrs. Reffold clung very much to Bernardino those last days before sho loft Potcrshof. Sho had decided to go to Wiesbaden, where she hml relations, and sho Invited Bornurdluo to go with hor. It was more than that—sho almost bogged hor. Bernardino refused. "I have been from England nearly five months," sho euid, "and my money is coming to an end. I must go back and work." "Then como away with mo as my companion," Mrs. Uoffold suggested. "And I will pay you a handsome salary." Bernardino could not bo pnrsunded. "No," sho Raid. "I could not earn money that way; It would not milt mo. And, besides, you would jiot caru to bo a long tlino with inc. You would KOOII tiro of mo. You think yon would like to huvo mo with you now, but I know how U would bo—you would bo sorry, and BO •hould I. So lot UH part an wo aro now, you golug your w«y, and I going mine. Wo live in different worlds, Mrs. KelVold. It would bo as senseless for me to venture into yours us for you to coiuu Into mine. Do you think I um unkind?" So they ported. Mrs. Reffold had spoken no word of affection to Bovmxvdlno, but at the station as Hho bout down to kiss hur sho whispurtHl: "I know you vrlll not think too hardly of mo. Still will you promise niof And If you uro ever In trouble, and I can help you, will you wrlto to mef" And Bernardino promised. When sho got buck to hor room, oho found u small packet on her tablo. It con tallied Mr. Reffold's wuteh chain, Sho liad BO often scon him playing with it. There was u llttlo pleco of paper Inolosad with it, and Mr. Hoffold had written on it somo two months ago, "Give my watch chain to Mtllo Brlvk, if sho will wiorllU-e it little of horprldo uiitl accept tho gift." Uornanllnounfastened horwatebfroin tho black hair cord and attached It Inutoud to Mr. Roffold's imuuilvo gold chain. As sho sat thorofiddling with it tho (doit seized hor that uho would bo all tho bettor for u day's outing. At first sho thought she would go alone, uud then she ducldod to ask Robert AlliUon. Sho lournod from Mario that ho was In tho dark room, and Bho IwNtenod down. Shu knocked sovorul times before there watt uuy uiuiwor. "I ouu't bo disturbed jubt wow," bo mild. "Who U it?" "I onn't about to you," gho suld. Tho Dlsugrocublo Mun opomxl tho door of tho dark room. "My uegutivoa will bo spoiled," ho wild grullly. Thou, seeing Uuriiurdluo utuiul lug tlioro, ho added: "Why, you look OB though you wauted BOIIIO brandy." "No," uho wld, mulling ut his 'BUddou uhangoof luunnor. "I want frvnh air, u si ill go drive ami u duy'u outing. Will you comof" Ho made no answer autl retired unco nioro Into tho dark room. Thou bo eunio out with hU uumoru. "Wo will go to that inn again," ho wild chnorlly. "1 wunt to tuko tho photographs to thosu pousuutB." Iu half ail hour'* thuo thoy woro ou llii'lr way. It VIM tho wuuo drlvo us bo- fore. Ami uluoo <hon lluruurdlno bud uoou uioi'o of tliu country uud wiw mow uuutut; tomcd to the wonderful white scenery, but still tho "white presences" awed hor, nnd still tho deep silcnco held her. It wns the same scone, anil yet not the name cither, for tho Reason was now far advanced, and tho melting of the snows had begun. In the far distance the whiteness seemed as before, but on the slopes near at hand the green was beginning to assort Itself, and Eomo of the great trees had cast oil their heavy burdens and appeared more gloomy In their freedom than in tho days of their snow bondage. The roods were no longer quite BO oven as before. Tho sledgo glided nlong when it could and bumped along when it must. Still there was sufficient snow left to make the drive possible and even pleasant. Tho two companions were quiet. Once only the Disagreeable Man inndo a remark, and then ho said: "I nm afraid my negatives will be •polled." "You said that before," Bernardino remarked, "Woll, I say It again," he answered in his grim way. Then came a long pause. "Tho best part of tho winter is over," he said. '' Wo may have some more snow, but It is more probable that wo shall not. It is not enjoyable being hero during the melting time." "Woll, in any case I should not be here much longer," she said, "andfor a simple reason too. I have nearly come to tho end of my money, I shall have to go back and set to work again. I should not have been able to give myself this chance but that my uncle spared me somo of his money, to which I added my savings," "Aro you badly off?" tho Disagreeable Man asked rather timidly. "I have very few wants," sho answered brightly. "And wealth is only a relative word, after all." "It is a pity that you should go back to work so soon," ho said half to himself. You are only just better, and it is easy to lose what ono has gained." "Oh, I am not likely to lose," she answered, "but I shall be careful this time. [ shall do a llttlo teaching and perhaps a little writing—not much; you need not be vexed. I shall not try to pick up the other threads yet. I shall not bo political nor educational nor anything else great." If you call politics or education great," lie said. "And heaven defend mo from po • liticol or highly educated women!" You say that because you know nothing about them,'' sho said sharply. "Thank you," ho replied. "I have met them quite often enough." "That was probably some time ago," (he said rather heartlessly. "If you huvo lived hero so long, how can you judge of the changes which go on iu tho world outside Pctorshof f" 'If I havo lived hero so long!" ho repeated in tho bitterness of his heart. Bernardino did not notice. She wus on » subject which always oxclted hor. "I don't know so much about tho political women," she said, "but 1 do know about, she higher education people. The writers who rail against the woinen of this date »ro really describing tho women of 10 years ago. Why, the Girton girl of 10 years ago teems a different creation from tho Girton {irl of today. Yet the latter has been tho iteady outgrowth of tho former." "And the difference between them," •skcil tho Disagreeable Man, "since you pride yourself on being so well informed?" "Tho Girton girl of 10 years ago," said Bernardino, "was a somber, spectacled person, carelessly and dowdlly dressed, who gavo herself up to wisdom and despised every one who did not know the Agamemnon by heart. S!:.> was probabl} not lovable, but she doscnvj to bo honorec and thankfully remembered. Sho fought tor woman's right to bo well educated, and I cannot bear to hour her slighted. Tho fresh hearted young girl who nowadays plays a good gunioof tennis and takes a high place in the classical or mathematical tripos, and Is book learned, without being bookish, and" "Whut other virtues aro loft, I wonder?' ho interrupted. "And who docs not scorn to taken pride in her looks bocuuso she happens to tuko u prido in hor books," continued Bernardino, looking at tho Disagreeable Man mu not seeming to sou him. "Sho is what she is by reason of that gravo and loveless woman who won the buttle for hor." Hero sho paused. "But how ridiculous tor me to talk to yon iu this way I" sho sold. "It is not likoly that you would bo Interested iu tho widening out of women's lives." "And pray why not?" ho asked. "Have I been oh tho shelf too long?" "1 think you would not havo been interested oven If you hud uuvur boon on the shelf," she suld frankly. "You aro not tho typo of man to bo gonorous to woman.'' "Muy I ask ono llttlo question of you, which shall conclude this subject?" ho suld. "Since horo wo uro alreiuly at tho Gu£thaue, to which type of learned, woman do you lay claim to l>olong?" Bernardino laughed. '' That I leavo to your own powers of dls- crlminutlQli," uho said and thon added, "if you huvo any." And that WIIH f lie end of the matter, for the wonl spread about that Horr Allltaen hud arrived, ami ovory ono turned out, to give tho two guDiils grouting. Fran Steinhart smothored llcrnurdlno with motherly U)iuloriies» and whispered in hor our: ''You uro betrothed now, llobeu fruu- lolnl 1 Aoh, I am nuro of it." But Bornurdlnu mulled and shook her head and wont to groot tho others who crowded round thorn, and at last poor Cuthurlna drew iiour, tixi, holding liornur- illiui'H hund lovingly within hex own. Thon iluiiu, Liza'* lovor, came upon I ho deem', and Li/.a told the Ulbafe-ivoablo Man that shti uud lluuu woro to |M> married In u month's tliuo. And tho Dlutgivfublo Mun, muoh to Horuardlno'ti uimuomont, drew fruiiihUput'kot uaumll parcel, which ho coulldiHl to Llgu'ti cum. Kvory one pressrtl round hor while *ho opontxl it and found what Hho hud BU often wished for, a allvor watch ami chain. "Aoh," nho orlotl, "how hoiivenlyl How oil tho girls how will onvy mo I How angry my dour friend Sutuinuu will 1ml" Thuu llioro woro Iho photograph* to bo oxuiiiluod. hlzu lookod with Btuhbom disapproval ou tho pictured of horbolf In hur working diva*, but Bho did not eonooul her admiration uf tho porimlu whleh showed hor lo tho worlU In hor Ixwt fiaory. "Aoh," BUO oruxl, "thin U something lllio u pbotogmphl" Tho DlBttgrooublo Man grunted, hut bo- huvi'U uftor tbo fashion of u horo, claim- lug, however, u Uulo Blloutsympathy from Uerimrdlnu, It wiu u ploiuumt, homoly bcouu, uml novivuwUmi, who Ml. *iulto ut hw MUM) among thosu jiooplu, olmitod uwuy with thorn as though »ho hud known them all bur ll(o. Thuu Fruu Ktolnhiu'C suddenly ivuuvm- bwvd that hor guosto mxilod somo food, uud 1-Uu wus aUiwtehod to her dutk'B ai cook, though It wus sumo llino boforo sho oould boiiuluood tulouvooff looking ut <lio photographs, 'TnTte them with you, Liza," said the Disagreeable Man. "Then we shall get our mcnl ull tho quicker." She ran off, laughing, and finally Bernardino found herself alone With Cntharlna. 'Liza is very Imppy," she said to Bernardino. "Sho loves and is loved." 'That is the greatest happiness," Bernardine said half to herself. "Frauleln knows?" Catharintt asked eagerly. Bernardino looked wistfully at her companion. 'No, CathnTlno," she said. "I have only hoard and road and BCOU. " 'Then you canuot understand," Cxtha- »lna said almost proudly. "But I understand." Sho spoke no more after that, bnt took up her knitting and watched Bernardino playing with the kittens. She was play- Ing with tho kittens, and she was thinking, and all tho time she felt conscious that this peasant woman, stricken in mind and body, was pitying hor because that great happiness of loving and being loved bad not come into her life. It had seemed something opart from her. Sho had never oven wanted it. Sho had wished to stand alone, like a llttlo rock out at sea. And now? In a fow minutes tho Disagreeable Man and she sat down to their meal. In spite of her excitement Liza managed to prepare everything nicely, though when sho was making the omelette aux fines heroes she had to be kept guarded lest she might run off to have another look at the silver watch and the photographs of herself in her finest frock! Then Bernardino and Robert Allitsen drank to tho health of Hans and Liza, and then came tho time of reckoning. When he was paying tho bill, Frau Stcinhart, having given him tho change, said coozIngly: "Last time you and fraulotn each paid a share; today you pay it all. Then perhaps you aro betrothed at lost, dear Here Alllt- senf Ach, how tho old hausfrau wishes you happiness! Who deserves to be happy If it is not our dear Here Allitsen?" "You havo given mo SO centimes too much," he said quietly. "You havo your head so full of other things that you cannot reckon properly." But seeing that sho looked troubled lest she might have offended him ho added quickly: "When I am betrothed, good little old house mother, you shall bo tho first to know." And sho had to bo content with that She asked no more questions of either of them, but sho was terribly disappointed. There was something a little comical In her disappointment, but Robert Allitsen was not amused at it as ho had been on n former occasion. As he leaned back in tho sledge, with tho same girl for his companion, he recalled his feelings. Ho had been astonished and amused, and perhaps a little shy, and a grout deal relieved that she hod been sensible enough to be amused too. And now? They hud been constantly together for many months. Ho who had never cared before for companionship had found himself turning more and more to her. And now ho was going to lose her. He looked up once or twice to make sure that she was still by his side, shp sat there •o quietly. At last he spoke in hU usual gruff way. "Have you exhausted all your eloquence : Ji your oration about learned women?" ho asked. "No, I am reserving it for a better au illonco," she answered, trying to bo bright But she wus not bright. "I believe you ciuuo out to tho country today to neck for cheerfulness," ho after u p;i.:so. "Have you found it? "I do i.ot know," she said. "It takes mo some time to recover from shocks, ant Mr. Uoiiold's death was a sorrow to me. What do you think about death? Havo you any theories about life and death ani the bridge between thorn? Could you saj anything to help ono?" "Nothing," ho answered. "Who eouldl And by what means?" "Has there been no value In phlloso phy," sho asked, "and tho meditations ol learned nion?" "Philosophy!" ho sneered. "What has it done for us? It has taught us somo processes of the mind's working, taugh us A fow wonderful things which intereji tho fow, but tho centuries havo como am goiio, and tho only thing which tho whole human race pants to know remains uu known. Our beloved ones, shall wo moot them and how?—tho grout secret of tho mil verso. SVo nsk for bread, mid those phi losophora glvo us a stone. What help couli como from them, or from any ono? Dcatl: Is simply one of tho hard fnots of llfo." "And the greatest evil," she suld. "Wo weave our romuucos about tho next world," ho continued, "and any 0110 who has a fresh romance to relate, or an oh' ono dressed up in now language, will bo listened to and wo'.oomed. That helps some people for a llttlu while, and whoi the elmnii of the romance U ovoi then they uro ready for another, pot-Imps moro funtustlo than tho lust. But tho plot Isal ways tho sumo—cur beloved ono.s, shall wo moot thorn and how? Isn't It liHKul Why cmmot wo bo moro Imporsoiiul? Those puny, petty minds of ours! Whou wll they leurn to oxiwud?" • Why should wo louru to bo moro 1m personal! 1 " she suld. "Thoro was u tlmo whou I folt llko that, but now I huvo learned something bettor—that wu nut lie ashamed of being human, ubovu all, ut having tho host of huuum lusUnuu lovo, and tho passlouuto wish for its con tlnimnco, and tho univiislng grief tit Its wltlulmwul. Thoiv U no indignity In thU, nor any (raco of wcukmliultHlmtHs In our restless craving to know uUuit tho horo- lifter uml thoitosslhlUtUtaof mootinga^ain thoso whom wo huvo lost horo. It Is right uud nut uml and lovely, that It should bo tho moat important question. I know that many will say that thon' uro wolghtlvr questions—thoy say BO, but do thoy think so? IX) wo want to know llrst und foremost whi'thor wu shall do our work butter olsowhoro; whothor wo shall bo endowed with moro wisdom; whether, us poor Mr. Roffuld said, wu shall bo glad to Iwhnvo IIKW llko I'urs and moro HUo honxp? Thi\su questions oomu In, but thuy oun bo put usUlc. Tho uthur qiuwtlou can novor Ixi put un ono skin. If that woro to bocuiuo possible, It would only lie BO hocuuso tho human heart luul lost tho liost part of Itself—Its owu humanity. Wu shall go ou building our brhlgu between llfo and (loath, uavh ouu fur himself. \Vhon wo set> that it Is not strong enough, wo shall bnxik It down uiul build another. Wo sliull watch other i>oupli> building their bridges. Wo sliull Imltuto or oritlolsu or condemn. But us thuo gotvt on wo shall lourn not to Interfere; wo shull know that ouo hrldgo Is proUihly us gotnl as t ho other, und I hut tlu- grvutosl vuhioof thoan all has boon Iu tho building of thoui. It does not mutter what wo build, but build wu must, you uud 1 and ovory ono." '' 1 huvo long oonsud to build my bridge,'' tho DlsugrooaWo Man suld. ''It is ui|,ammt,t uuooiisitloiiB process,'' iho said. "Perhaps you arestiii at Wot*. >t perhaps you nro resting." He shrugged his shoulders, nnd the MB* comrndea fell Into silence nguin. They were within two miles of Pcteti- lof when lie broke tho silctice. Then was something wonderfully gentle in Mi voice. 'You llttlo thing," ho said, "we M» nenring home, nnd I have something to nsk you. It is easier for mo to nsk hero In iho free open country, where tho space seems to glvo us breathing room for on* cramped lungs nnd minds." 'Well," sho snid kindly. Sho wondered whnt ho could have to sny. •I am a little nervous of offendingyou," 10 continued, "nnd yet I-trust you. Itl» only this: You snid you hnd como to th» end of your money, nnd that you must gn ionic. It seems a pity when you nro gct- ;lng better. I hnve so much more than I iced. I don't offer it to you ns a gift, bn» t thought, if you wished to stay longer* loon from mo would not bo quite impossl- blo to you. You could repay ns quickly or as slowly as was convenient to you, und I should only bo grateful nnd" He stopped suddenly. The tears hnd gathered In Bcrnnrdino** eyes. Her hand rested for one moment on his arm. 'Mr. Allltfsen," sho said, "you did wcB to trust mo. But I could not borrow money of nny ono unless I was obliged. If I could of nny one, it would havo been of you. It Is not n month ago since I was » llttlo anxious about money. My remittances did not come. I thought then that if obliged to nsk for temporary help t should como to you. So you sco if you havo trusted me, I, too, hnvo trusted you." A sniilo passed over the Disngrccabte Man's face, ono of his rare, beautiful smiles. 1 ' Supposing you chnnge your mind," l» said quietly, "you will not find that Ihav» changed mine." Then a few minutes brought them book to Petershof. TTO DC CONTINUED.] Your Heart's Blood J Is the most important part of V your organism. Three-fourths of If the complaints to which the sys- ^ tern is subject are due to impuri- W . ties in the blood. You can, tne f fore, realize how vital it is to Keep It Pure For which purpose nothing can w equal UMbfl It effectually re- •• movesim* IPB a 1 1 impurities! X cleanses the blood thoroughly ^ and builds up the general health. ^ Our Treatise on Blood and Skin diseases mailed ^^ Free to any address. ^^ SWIFT SPECIFIC CO., Atlanta, Qa. T McNEILL & CO., DEALERS IX MARBLE and GRANITE Tombstones and Headstones OFFICE AND YARDS, WEST BUD Ol> FOOliTH STREET. CA.K.ROL.L.. • ' IOWA. The Great Chinese Doctor. An Interview with Dr. Gee Wo Chan, World's Fair Commissioner,' Sot by the Chinese Government to the United States-He Will Now Remain Here. "Wondering wtir ill th» people were TALKIM •bout ihli man, wo found U w»j br iuu»n« of torn huudrod»o( r»ro nnd wonderful CIIINEHK HKUKiiiM Uul bu OIUM (tixipla (Iron up to die bjr other »*f •tclaui. "tik'K wo CHAN In the irw»io«t doctor who 01 S uio rruuiColiia. 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