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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1911-12-14, Page 7THE WINGTIA.4 D &CE C[BER 14 1911 u4• The Gln GO$SE GIRb By HAROLD ° MacGRATH, Copyright, 1909, by the. Bobbs-Merrill Compatny iobue: air t ni nee, well Bearded i 'his gray ryes and straight IVO. H} was a bora, fDcter, with almost line. Riess anabildon, . though only he him. Self knew how far this ambition meth. ,ed- Twice had he saved Bhrenstein xoom the dragnet of war and with 'honor. The secretary came in and laid, a thin' packet of papers on the chancel. llor's desk. 'The secretary bowed and withdrew. The duke stirred the papers angrily, look one of them and spread it out with a rasp. "Look at that. Whose writing,' 11 ask?" Herbeck r a a over it several times. At length h e opened a drawer in his desk, sorted some papers and brought out a y el 1 o w letter. This he laid down beside the other. "Yes, they are aUke. This will • b 0 Arnsberg. ,"FORGERS!" ROARED S n t'"—mildly TUE DIIEE. who may say I iiw.., that it is not a cunning forgery?" - • "Forgeryr roared the duke. "Remit this one from the late king of Ju- gendheit to Arnsberg then, tt;you still' doubt." t Herbeck read slowly and carefully. Then he rose and walked to the nearest window, studying the letter ' again in the sharper light. Herbeck returned to his chair. "1 wish that you had shown, me these long ago. Youaccused the king?' 'Certainly, but he denied it:" "In a letter?". "Yes. Here, read it." Herbeck compared the two. "Where ,did you find these?" "In Arnsberg's` desk," returned the .t'Ca{ke—"Arnsberg, my boyhood play- tmate, the man I loved. and trusted and :advanced to the highest office in my ;power. Is that not the way? Well, ,dead or alive, 10,000•crowns'to him who brings Arnsberg to me dead or alive." "You are very bitter," said Herbeck. Ii ''.And have I not cause? Did not my wife die of a•, broken heart, and ,did I ,not becomea broken man? You do snot know ail, Herbeck—not quite all. !Franz also sought the • head of the tPrincess Sofia. He, too, loved her, but • r1 won. Weil, his revenge must have ?been sweet to him." • "But your daughter baa been restaa'. ,ed to her own." "Due to your indefatigable efforts alone. Ah, Herbeck, nothing Will ever fill up the gap between, nothing will ,ever restore the mother." The duke bowed'his head. Herbeek opened another drawer and took forth a long hood envelope crest. : ed and sealed. I "Your highness, here is a letter from the prince regent of Jugendheit for - wally asking the hand of the Princess i'Hildegarde for his nephew Frederick, %whet will shortly be crowned. My ad.. SEVERE COLD DEVELOPED INTO PNEUMONIA !DOCTOR SAiD HU WOULD NOT LIVE. Next to consumption there are more N deaths from pneumonia than from any ,other lung trouble. There is only one way to prevent pneumonia, and that is to cure the cold just as soon as it appears. Dr. Wood's Norway ''int Syrup will do this quickly ,and effectively. Mr. Hugh McLeod, Esterhazy, Sask., writes:-" My little boy took a very severe cold, and it developed into pneumonia. The doctor said he would not live. I got some -of your Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup and he began to improve' right (away. He is flow a strong, healthy child, Land shovis no signs of it totting back." Iso riot be talked into buying any oth Norway Pine Syrup, but insist on getting the original "Dr. Wood's." Itis put up in a yellow wrapper; three pine' trees the Itrade mark; price, 25 cents. e�only nufacThe T. Milburn Ma fur _d by + CO., Limited, Toroftto,'Ont. vice is to accept, to tet nygnnes no or Bones." -Write the priuc•e that i respectfully decline," "Do nothlug in haste, your highness. Temporize. Say that you desire some tiles• to think. about the matter, You t:at change your mind at any time. A kepi} like this commits you to noth- ing, whereas your abrupt recusal will, only widen the breach." "The wider the breach the better." "No, no, year highness; the past has dist'tr! ed you. We can stand war, and It is possible that we might win, even against Jugendheit, but war at this late day would be a colossal Mum - der, victory would leave us where we began thirty years ago. And an insult to Jugendheit might precipitate war." . "Have your way, then." The duke departed, stirred as he had not been since the- restoration of the princess. He sought his daughter.' She was In the music room. "My child," he began, taking Hiidegarde's hand and drawing her toward a win. dow seat, "the king of Jugendheit sake for your hand." "Then I am to marry, the king of Jngendheit2" There was little joy !n' her voice. • "Ah, we have not gone so far as that! The king, through his uncle, has' dimply made a proposal.'• "It is for you to decide, father.' Whatever your decision is•I snail abide' by it." "It is a hard lesson we hate to learn, l' my child. We cannot always marry1,1 where "we love. Diplomacy and poli• tics make other plans. But fortunate.' ly for you you love no one yet, and the king Is young, handsome, they say,, and rich. Politically speaking, it' would be a great match." "I am in your hands. You know; what is best" The Attica_ was „poignantly dfaep• put,ated; Why did ebe not refuse oat; tight, as became one of the house of ghrensteto? • 'What is he like?" she asked. "That no one seems' to know. He has been to his capital but twice in ten years. The young king has been In:', Paris most or the time. That's the way they educate kings ahead' days. They teach them alt 'the vices. Your father loves you, and If you are inclin- ed toward hie majesty, if It is In your heart to become a queen, 1 shall not let my prejudices stand la the way." She caught up his baud with a strange passion -and kissed it. "bather, I do not want to marry any one;" wistfully. "But a queen"' she added thoughtfully. "Would it be for the good of the state?" Here. was reason. "Yes; my objec- tions are merely personal,", said the duke. "For the good of my country I am ready to make any sacrifice."' "Very well, but weigh the matter carefully. There is never any retrac- ing a step of this kind." He paused and then said: "You are all I have, girl." "My father!" She stroked his cheek. The restoration of the Princess Hilde• n a sen a sen - kind and re�urcetnl, but without AI, someral Ned illee�F• - �' title—would he be an inferior?" "You #eecp • to 1 g peculiar' in - "Assuredly politically. A.nd.1 regret twa ,» to pay that your marriage Could. war ' The vintner flushed. "1 have that right,' with an air which rather mys- tified Carmichael - be else thap a matter of politics." "I ant, then, simply a certificate of exchange? "The king of Jugendheit is young: I do not see how be can help loving You the moment be knows you, Who cant" And the chancellor smiled. "But he may, not be heart whole." "He will be politically." "Politics, politics—how I hate the wordl Sometimes I regret my gar- ret." The chancellor wrinkled his Ups. 'Will you consen€ to this marriage?' "Would it do any good to reject iii" "On the contrary, it would do �Eh. renstein greatharm." "Give me a week," wearily, "A week!" There was joy: on the chancellor's face now, unmasked, un- concealed. "Oh, when the moment comes that I see the crown of Jugend- belt on your beautiful head all my work shall not have been in vain. P.i'here is one thing more, your high- flees." igh ness." "And that?" "There must not be so many rides in She morning. with his excellency Herr Carmichael." „ There was a sinister note of warning in the chancellor's voice. ` • i, •• • • • •.s • The Black Eagle (tum Schwartzen Adler) in the Adlergasse was 200 years old and had been in the Bauer family_ all that time. Had the manager, Fran Bauer, or Frau Wirtin, as she was familiarly 'called, been masculine she would have been lightly dubbed Bauer VIE She Was a widow. She was thirty-eight, clump, pretty and wise. Tonight the main room of the tavern Imam in a blue haze of smoke, which; rose to the blackened rafters. hung with many and various sausages,' cheeses and dried vegetables. Dishes clattered, there- was a buzzing of. voices, a scraping of feet and chairs, a banging of tankards. Gretchen came• In, a little better dressed than 1n the daytime, the change consisting of coarse stockings and shoes of leather, of which she was correspondingly proud. "Will you want me, Fran Wirtin, for a little while tonight?'. she asked. "Till 9 Heat a crown, as Usual." Gretchen sought the kitchen and found an apron and cap. These half crowns were fine things to pick up oe. casionally, for it was only upon occa- sions that she worked at the Black Eagle. In an obscure corner sat the young vintner. His faee brightenedw e as he nevi the goose girl. In the very corner itself was the mountaineer who possessed a Swiss watch and gave gol4an coins to goose girls. He was garde of Ehrenstei h d b th cation of Europe, as had been in the earlier days her remarkable abduction. For sixteen years the search had gone on fruitlessly. In a garret in Dresden the agents of Herbeek found her, a singer in the chorus of the opera. The newspapers and illustrated weeklies raged about her for awhile, elaborated the story of her struggles, the mysteri- ous remittances which had from time to time saved her from direst poverty, her ambition, her education which by dint of hard work she had acquired. The duke accused Franz of .Jugendheit. Search as they would, the duke and the chancellor never traced the source of the remittances. The duke held stubbornly/that the sender of these benefactions was moved by the im- pulse of a guilty conscience and that this guilty conscience was in Jugend- belt. And was the girl happy with all cher new grandeur, with all these lackeys and attentions and environs?. Some- times she longed for the freedom and lack care of ber Dresden garret, her musician friends, the studios, the crash and glitter of the opera. She was lovely enough to inspire fervor and homage and love in all masculine minds. She was witty and talented, Carmichael said she was one of the most beautiful women in all Europe. She was still in the window seat when the chancellor was announced. "Your highness," he said, "1 am come to announce to you that there waits for you a high place in; the af- fairs .ot the world." "The second crown in dtigendheit?" 'Wow father" -- "Yes. , He leaves the matter wholly in my hands." "it is for the goad of the state. A. princess like yourself must never wed an inferior," "I7Vould a man who was brave and busily engaged In gnawing the leg of a chicken. • Carmichael was often a visitor at the Black Eagle. Later he stepped into the big ball in his evening clothes. "Geed evening, Frau Wirtin." "Geed evening, your excellency." She was quite fluttered when this line young pian spoke to ber. "What is on your mind?" "Many things." He saw Gretchen. "The goose girl," he murmured .sud. denly. "Is Gretchen one of your wait- resses?" "She comes in once in awhile. She's a good girl. I'm glad to help here . Gretchen saw Carmichael and nod- ded. "I shall be at yonder table," he said, indicating the vacant chair. Carmi- chael made his way to the table. Across the room he had not recognized the vintner, but now he remembered He had crowded him against a wall "ALT, AMERIOANS ARE RIOIH," aontnlLY. two or three days before. The vint- tier turned back the lid of his stein and drank slowly. Carmichael sat down. Now, this vintner's face was something familiar. Carmichael stirred his memory. It was not in Drelberg that he had seen him before. But where? Gretchen arrived with the tankard, which she sat down at Carmichael'S elbow. "Will you not join me, herr?" he in- vited, "Thank you," said the vintner. Gretchen took up the empty tankard and made off. Carmichael was first to speak. "She is the handsomest peasant 1 ever saw or knew," "You know her? There teas a spark in the vintner"s eyes. I peCt of A' scary broken man. ITe '"Only for a few days. She interests entitled noiselessly out. The moan - Me." Carmichael prodtleed a pipe and talncer followed him Cautiously. Once lighted it. In his shop the clock Wender poured 1� lint irl a yes; the vett Cas g Ahp pretty r / roles ways interests you gentlemen." There tiro steaming soup into a bowl, b tvats.a note of bitterueso. "Did yett bread in it and began his evening meal. no other, hie Lana ttroasav3. 'That explains everything. I do not recollect seeing you before in the, Black Eagle." "1 am from the north; a vintner, and there is plenty of work here in the val- leys late in. September." "The grape," mused Carmiehaeel, "You will never learn how to press it as tli»y do in France. It is wine there; it is vinegar this side of the Rhine." "France," said the vintner moodily. "Ile you think there will be any France in :the future?" Carmichael laughed, "France fa an incurable cosmic malady; It will al- ways be, it may be beaten, devas- tated, throttled, but'it will not die." "You are food of France?" "Very." "Do yon think it wise to say so here?" - - "I ant the American consul,; nobody minds my opinions:" "The American consul," repeated the vintner. Gretchen set the tankards down, and Carmichael put put a silver crown. "And •. do not bother about the change."! "All, Americans are rich," she .said soberly, " The vintner laughed pleasantly. s8E ,SAID • CHAPTER: IIB THE YOUNci VINTr 511. AICMICHAEL . thirstily drank his first tankard, thinking: "So tilts - vintner is In - love with our goose • girl? Confound my memory! 1 -would give- 20 crowns to know where I have seen him. A line beet,", he said aloud, holding up the second tankard; '1'he vintner raised his. There was an unconscious grace in the movement. A covert glance at his hand satisfied Carmichael In regard to one thing. He might be.a-vintner, but the hand was °ns soft and well kept as a woman's. Could a manwith hands like these mean well toward Gretchen? Gretchen .was bothinnocent and unworldly. To the right man she might be easy prey: ;never to n Man like Colones von Wal- lensteid, whose power and high office were alike sinister to any girl of the Peasantry. , But a man in the guise of her• own class, of her own world and peopie,'here was a snare Gretchen might not be able to foresee. A tankard :rapping a table nearby called Gretchen to ber duties. "Gretchen is beautiful enough to be a queen, and yet she is merely a Hebe in a tavern." remarked Carmichael. "Hebe?" suspiciously. "Liebe was a cup bearer to the myth- ological _ gods in olden times," Car- michael explained. He had set a trap, but the vintner bad not fallen into it. "A fairy story." The vintner nodded. He understood now. • Carmichael would lay another trap. "What happened to her?" "Oh," said Carmichael, "she spilled wine on a god 011e day, and they ban- Ished her." ."It must have been a rare vintage." "I• suppose you are familiar with all the valleys. Diosel'?" "Yes. That is a fine country." The old man in tatters sat erect in his chair. "You have served?" "A. little. If I could be an officer I should like the army." The vintner reached for his pipe, which lay on the tables "Try this," urged Carmichael, offer- ing his pouch. "This will be good tobacco, I know." The vintner_alled his pipe. -• Carmichael followed this gift with many questions about wines and vin- tages, and hidden in these questions were a dozen clever traps. But the other walked over them unhesitant, with a certainty of step which cha- grined the trapper. By and by the vintner rose and bade his table companion a good night. He had not offered to buy anything. This frugality was purely of the thrifty peasant. But the vintner expressed many thanks. On his way to the door he stopped and whispered into Gretch- en's ear. The press in the room was thinning. A carter sauntered past and sat doavn unconcernedly at the table occupied by the old man, whose face Carmichael had not yet seen. A little later a butcher approached the same table and seated himself. 'It was then a dusty baker came along and repeated this procedure, and Carmicbael's curiosity was enlivened. Undoubtedly they were Socialists, and this was a little con- clave, and the peculiar manner of their meeting, the silence and mystery, were purely fictitional. Had Carmichael not fallen a -dream- ing over his pipe he would have seen the old man pass three Slips of paper across the table. He would have seen the carter, the butcher and the baker pocket these slips stolidly, He would have seen the mountaineer wave his hand sharply and the trio rise afid dis- perse. Carmichael lett the Black Eagle, nursing the sunken ember in his pipe. lutermediately the mountaineer paid his score and started for the stairs Which led to the bedrooms above. But he stopped at the bar. A very old man was having a pail filled with hot cab- bage soup. It Was the ancient clock mender across the way. The moue. Minter was startled Out of his habitual reserve.' The Clod;; mender had the as - against the dim pane, stared and stared. "Gott in himmeli It is bet" be gasped cbokingly, • r • • • • • lCrumerweg was indeed a crooked way, It formed a dozen elbows and ragged half circles as it slunk off from the Adlergasse. It Was half atter 9 when Gretchen and the vintner picked their way over cobbles pitted here and there with muilholes. They were arm In arm, "Only a little farther," said Gretchen, for the vintner' had never before pass- ed over this way, "Long as It is and crooked, heaven kuows it Is short enough!" He en- circled her with his arms and kissed her. "I love you! I love you!" he said. -- Her bosom swelled, her heart throb- bed, and she breathed in. ecstasy the sweet chill air that rushed through the broken street. "After the vintage," she said, giving, his arm a pressure. For this hand- some fellow' was to be her husband when the vines were pruned and fresh- ened against the coming winter. "Aye, after the vintage," he echoed. But there was tragedy in his heart as deep and profounll as his love. "My grandmother—I caU her that, for I haven't any grandmother—is old and seldom leaves the house. I promised that after work tonight I'd bring my man home and let her see how hand- some he is. She is always saying that we need a man about, and yet I can do a man's work as well as the next one. I love you, too, Leo!" She pulled his hand to her lips and quickly kissed it, frightened; but unashamed. • "G rete hen;'G retchien!" She stopped. "What is it?" keenly. "There was pain in your voice." "The thought of how I love you hurts me There is nothing else, nothing, neither riches nor crowns, nothing but yeti, Gretchen." They proceeded until they came to the end of their journey at No. 40 in the Krumerweg. It was a house of hanging gables. almost as old as the town itself. Frau Schwarz, Gretchen's grand- mother, owned the house. It was all that barricaded ber from poverty's wolves. and, what with sundry taxes and repairs and tenants who paid in- frequently, it was little enough. Gretchen opened the door, which was unlocked. There was no light in the ball. She pressed her lover in her arms, kissed him lightly and pushed him into the living room. Gretchen ran forward, lighted two candles, then kissed the old woman seated in the one comfortable chair. "Here I am, grandmother!" "And who is with you?" _ "b.Ly man!" cried Gretchen gavtg. "Bring him near the." Gretchen gatheredi up two stools and placed them on ether side of her grandmother and motioned to tlfe vint- ner to sit down. "Where are you from? You are not a Dreiberger," the old woman asked. "From the north, grandmother." ,"Your name." "Leopold Dietrich, a 'trade." "Give me your hand." The vintner looked surprised for a moment, Gretchen approved. So he gave the old wo- man his left hand. The grandmother smoothed it out upon her own and bent her shrepd eyes. A frown be- gan to gather on the vintner's brow and a sweat in his palm. "1 see many strange things here," said the palmist in a brooding tone. "What do you see?" asked Gretchen. "I see very lit- tle of vineyards. I. see riches. I see vast armies moving against each other; powder and fire; devastation. I do not see you, young man, among those who tramp with guns on their shoulders. You ride. There is gold on your arms. You will become great. But 1 do not under- stand." • "War!" he murmured. Gretchen's heart sank. "Shall 1.live?" asked the vintner, "There is nothing here save death in old ase, vintner." Her gnarled hand seized his In a vise. "Do you mean well by my girl?" "Grandmother!" Gretchen remon- strated. The vintner withdrew his hand slow- ly "Is this the hand of a liar and a cheat? Ig it the hand of a dishonest man?" "There, is no dishonesty there, but there are lines 1 do not understand. It is like seeing people in a mist. They pass instantly and disappear. But I repeat, do you mean well by my girl?" "Before God and his angels I love her; before all mankind I would glad- ly declare it. Gretchen shall never come to harm at these bands. I swear it." • "I believe you." The old woman's form relaxed its tenseness. There was a sound outside. A ear, tinge bad stopped. Some one opened the door and began to climb the stairs. "There is something strange gotn 'On tip there," said Gretchen in n whisper. "'Three times a veiled lady bas called at night on a sick lodger; three timos a Ulan muffled up so one could not see his faee." ;'Let us not question our 20 erowns rent, Gretchen," interrupted the grand- mother. "So long ea no one Is .lis. tui'bed, so tong as the police are riot is not our at - fair," our door,it r nt ht to 0 bt fair," vintner by "1 CEE.RICHES." inimmomminammimemminmennaur • menses'!I1111IIIlUII11pU1aI111011WIIlAIaIIIIIIIIIIIlUna4uul =Ent iIIhIu.I., 11 ilII iIIa W PII ,� 'IIP Itllb,nllll c;ietablePreparatianforAs- Similating th "food andP.eg tits- theStomarhs anuiBowel$ of li1'LI1_ It $omotesDigestion,Cilieerful- lnessind Best.Contains neither 0•,�uml;Morphine' nor 1!inetal. 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Ile (lung down his arm passionately. "There will he 0 Cod up yonder," looking at the "1 DO NOT WISH ATAINNY . ' QVARREL, air OAP - stars. "He will see into my heart and know that it is not bad, only young. Oh, Gretchen!" "Gretchen?" The carter stepped into a shadow and waited. * * * * * • • Carmichael did not enjoy the opera that night. He had missed the first acts, and the last was grewsome, and the royal box was vacant. Outside he sat down on one of the benches near the fountains in the Platz. Ile left the bench and strolled around the fountain, his cane behind his back, his chin in his collar. "Just a moment, my studious friend," he was saluted. "Wallenstein! 1 didn't see you." Carmichael halted. "I'm absentminded." Carmichael nd- nliir„d. (To be continued.) TIZAPPERS send us your R and we will pay you the Hie iaeat Prices REvatoti ratios LIMITED 134-136 i;dc6ILL STREET MONTREAL, PA. 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