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The Brussels Post, 1912-7-11, Page 6.4 17 r— r ONLY A MONTH-: OR, A CURIOUS MYSTERY EXPLAINED. CHAPTER VIII,—(Cout'd) "You had butter send for your brother at once," he said, "I sup- pose he will be at the office?" "Olt; no!" she said, trembling. "Frithiof is in England. But we will telegraph to him to come home." "My poor child," said the old doctor, kindly, "if he is in England it -would be of no possible use; he could not be in time." '"Oh! is there no hope?" she sob- bed. "No hope at all?" "Remember how much he is geared," said the doctor, gently. 'Ile will not suffer. He will not suffer at all any mere." And so it proved; for while many went and came, and while the bad news of the bankruptcy caused Herr Gronvold to pace the room like one distracted, and while Sigrid and Swanhild kept their sad watch, Herr Falck lay in painless quiet, his face so calm that, had it not been for an occasional tremor pass- ing through the paralyzed limbs, they would almost have theught he was already dead. The hours passed on. At length little Swanhild, who had crouched clown on the floor with ber head in Sigrid's lap, became conscious of a sort of stir in the room. She looked up and saw that the doctor was bending ever her father. "It is over," he said, in a hushed voice as he stood up and glanced toward the two girls. And Swanhild, who had never seen any one die, but had read in books of death struggles and death agonies, was filled with a great wonder. "It was so quiet," she said af- terward to her sister. "I never knew people died like that; I don't think I shall ever feel afraid about • dying again. "But oh, Sigrid!" and the child broke into a passion of tears, "we have got to go on liv- ing all alone—all alone!!" Sigrid's breast heaved. "We three must love each other very much, darling," she said, folding her arms about Swanhild. ""We must -try and be everything to each other." The words made her think of Fri- thiof, and with a sick longing for his presence she went down -stairs again to speak to her uncle, and to arrange as to how the news should be sent to England. Herr Gron- vold had never quite appreciated his brother-in-law, and this had al- ways made a barrier between him and hie nephew and nieces. She found him in the sitting -room. He was still pale and agitated. "What must we do about telling Frithiof, uncle?" she said. "I have thought of that," sated Herr Gronvold. "It is impossible that he could be back in time for the funeral. This is Tuesday after- noon, and he could not catch this week's steamer, which leaves Hull at nine o'clock to -night. The only thing is to telegraph the news to him, poor boy. His beet chance now is to stay in England and try to find some opening there, for he has no chance here at all." ,Sigrid caught her breath, "You mean that he had better not even come back?" "Indeed, I think England is the only hope for him," said Herr Gron- • Void. "'He is absolutely penniless, and over here feeling will be so strong against the very name of Felek that he would never work his w ay up. I will gladly provide for you and Swanhild until he is able to make a home for you; but he must stay in England, there is no help for that." She could not dispute the point any further; her uncle's words had shown her only too plainly the true meaning of the word "bankrupt." Why, the very chair she was sitting en was no longer her own ! A chill passed over her as she glanced round the familiar room. In a sort of •dreadful dream she sat watching her uncle as he wrote tho message to Frithiof, hesitating long over the wording of the sad tidings, and ever r and anon counting the words care- fully with his pun, It would coat a good deal, that telegram to•Eng land. Sigrid knew that her uncle would pay for it, and the knowledge kept her lips sealed. "There, poor, fellow," said Herr Gronvold, "thet will give him just the facts of the case ; and you must write to him, Sigrid, and I, te•o, will write by the next mail.'' "I am afraid he can not get a letter till Monday," said' Sigrid.: "Xo0 there is no help for that," said. Eetr Gronvold, "I shall do all that can be done with regard to the businese; that he will know quite well, and his retest' later on would bo a mere waste of time and money, He must seek work in Lon- don without delay, and I have told him so. Do you think this is titer?" Ile , handed her the mossege he had written, and rho read it through, though each word was like a stab, "Quite clear,"- she said, return- ing it to him, "My dear," lie said, kindly, "it has been a terrible day for you; you had better go to bed and rest, Leave everything to me. I promise you all shall be attended to." "You are very kind," she said, yet with all the time a terrible crav- ing for something more than this sort of kindness, for something which was perhaps beyond Herr Gronvold's power of give, "Would you like youraunt or one of your cousins to spend the night here ?" he asked. "No," she said; "1 am better alone. They will come tomorrow. I —I will rest now." "Very well. Good-bye, then, my dear. I will send off the telegram at once." She heard the door close behind him with a sense of relief, yet be- fore many minutes had passed, the dreadful quiet of the house seemed almost more than she could endure. "Oh, Frithiof ; Frithiof ! why did you ever go to England ?" she moaned. And as she sat crouched together in one of the deep easy -chairs, it seemed to her that the physical faintness, the feeling that every- thing was sliding away from her, was but the shadow of the bitter reality. She was roused by the opening of the door. Her old nurse stole in. "See here, Sigrid," said the old woman. "The pastor has come. You will see him in here?" "I don't think I can," she said, wearily, "He is in the dining -room talking to Swanhild," said the nurse; "you had better just see him a minute," But still Sigrid clid not stir. It was only when little Swanhild stole in, with her wistful, tear -stained face, that she even tried to rouse herself. "Sigrid," said the child, "Herr Askevold has been out all day with some one who was dying; he is very tired and has had no dinner ; he says if he may he will have supper with us." Sigrid at once started to her feet, her mind was for the moment di- verted from her own troubles, it was the thought of the dear old pastor tired and hungry, yet com- ing to them, nevertheless, which touched her heart. His few words of sympathy as he greeted her had been the first words of comfort which had reached her heart, and now, as he but the bread and help- ed the fish, there was something in the very smallness and fineness of his consideration and care for them which filled her with far more gra- titude than Herr Gronvold's offer of a home. Afterward she took him to her fa- ther's room, her tears stealing down quietly as she looked once more on the calm, peaceful face, that would never again bear the look of strained anxiety which had of late grown so familiar to her. And then Herr Askevold knelt by the bedside and prayed. She could never quite remember in af- ter days what it was that he said, perhaps she never very clearly took in the actual words; but something, either in his tone or manner, brought to her the sense of a pres- ence altogether above all the chang- es that had .been or ever could be. As they rose from their knees and the old pastor took her hand in his to wish her good-bye, he glanced a little anxiously into her eyes. But something he saw there comforted him. "God bless you, my child," be said. And again as they opened the front door to him and he stepped out into the dark wintery night, he looked back, and said ; "God comfort you." Sigrid stood on the threshold, behind her the lighted hall, beforo her the starless gloom of her outer world, her arm was round little Swanhild, and as she bade him good -night, she smiled, one of those brave, patient smiles that are sad- der than tears. "The light behind her, and the dark before," said the old. pastor to himself, as be walked home wear- ily enough, "It is like her life, poor child. Arid vet I am some- how not much afraid for her. It is for Frithiof I am afraid," CHAPTER IY. When Frithiof found that instead of addressing a stranger et Hyde Park .Corner, he had netuelly spok- en to Roy Boniface, his first feel- ing had been of mere blank aston- ishment. "I wish I had seen you a minute ortwo sooner ; my mother and .my sister were in that carriage," said .toy, "and, they would have liked to meet you, You must three and see us some day„ or are you smite too busy to spare time for such en out-of-the-way place as Brixton?" "Thank you. My plans are very uncertain," said Frithiof: "I shall probably only be over here for a few clays," "Have you come across the Mor- gans?" asked Roy, "or any of our other companions at Balholin?" In his heart he felt sure that the young Norwegian's visit was con- nected with Blanche Morgtyn. Fri- thiof knew this, and the question was like a sword -thrust to him, But he had great self-control, and his voice was quite steady, though a little cold and monotonous in tone, as he replied: "1 have just been to call on the Morgans, and have only just learned that their business relations with our firm are at an end. The connec- tion is of so many years' standing that I am afraid it. will be a great blow to my father." Rey began to see daylight, and perceived, what had first escaped his notice, that some great change had passed over his companion since they parted on the Sogne Fjord; very possibly the business relations might affect his hopes, and make the engagement no longer possible. "That was bad news to greet you," he said with an uneasy con- sciousness that it was very difficult to know what to say. "Herr Feick would feel a change of that sort keenly, I should think. What in- duced them to make ft?" "Self-interest," said Frithiof, still in the same tone. "No doubt they came to spy out the land in the summer. As the head of the firm remarked to me just now, it is impossible to sentimentalize over old connections—business is busi- ness, and of course they aro bound to look out for themselves — what happens to us is, naturally, no affair of theirs." Roy would not have thought much of the sarcasm of this speech GEN. PASCUAL ORIOZCO, Of Mexico, the maker and unmakes of Presidents. if it had not been spoken by any one else, but from the lips of such a fellow as Frithiof Feick, it start- led him. They were walking along Pieadil- ly, each of them turning over in his mind how he could best get away from the other, yet with an uneasy feeling that they were in some way linked together by that summer ho- liday, and that if they parted now they would speedily regret R. Roy, with the increasing consciousness of his companion's trouble, only grow more perplexed and ill at ease. "Do ycu know many people in London ?" he asked, willing to shift his responsibility if possible. "No," said Frithiof, "I do not know a soul.',' "Then you will of course dine with me," he said, "since you have no other engagement." And Frithiof thanked him and ao- cepted the invitation. The ice once broken, they got o n rather better, "What next," he said, as they found themselves once more in the street. "Since you go back soon we ought to make the most of the time, Shall we come to the Savoy? You must hear a Gilbert and Sulli van opera before you leave." "I am not in the mood for it to- night " said Frithiof. "And it has just struck me that possibly my fa- ther may telegraph inatvuctions to me—he would. have got Morgan's telegram this morning, 1 will go. back to the Arundel and sea," (To be continued.) _.,. a ._ It is easy to appreciate the beau- ties of the simple life --if you are not obliged to live it, One comfort about general mor- ality is that no human being ever begins to lie below,: being able to trifle, NUDITY TUBERCULAR CURE MANY CHILDREN SAVED BY NEW TREATMENT Lie Without Clothes in Midwinter Sun in Mountains of Swit- zerland. By exposing children without clothes to the sun's rays in midwin- ter at an altitude of 5,000 feet many remarkable cures of surgical tuber- culosis have been obtained in the mountains at Leysin, Switzerland. It it a new method of treatment adopted by Dr. liollier, and Ger- trude Austin, formerly of the Chil- dren's Hospital, London. who made a trip to Leysin, describes in. the Medical Record what has been ac- complished. She pictures the mountains on a cloudless January morning, cov- ered with spotless, sparkling snow. Dr. Rollier gave 'hes every oppor- tunity to study his methods and pa- tients. She says : "My first visit to the children is an event that I am not likely to for- get. It was with no little difficulty that I walked from my hotel down the steep winding road that leads to "Le Chalet," as every one in Ley - sin calls this diminutive hospital. The sun had not yet appeared above the mountain tops to soften the fro- zen snow, and progression was dif- ficult, not to say dangerous. The clinic is a picturesque wooden con- struction, A REGULAR SWISS CHALET, faces due south, and stands in a small garden, which in summer time is no doubt green and gay with flowers, but which on this cold Jan- uary morning was carpeted like 'everything else with pure white snow. 1 had planned to arrive betimes, for I wished to see the exodus of the children from the wards to the gal- leries. But -as I stood upon the doorstep waiting for admission the sun rose above the mountain tops, and already there were sounds of merry laughter in the frosty morn- ing orning air. Happy voices were greeting the beneficent rays, whose healing powers even the little ones appear to understand. They love this sun- shine, which gives them health and takes away their pain, and it is. they themselves, when able to do so, who the moment the word is given .push down the bedclothes and pull up and over their heads the night dress that is obligatory at other times, When 1 was taken by the matron out onto the first gallery my sur- prise knew no bounds. Who week' have supposed that such dark-skin- ned, healthy -looking, little bodies could be" found in a hospital, and above all who would have expected to see tiny children on a winter's day in January basking in the sun- shine es naked as when they were born, except for the quaint little calico hats which make such A STRARTLING CONTRAST with their brown skin. Most of them are in a recumbent position, some even lying face downwards, which does not seem to worry them at all; the more fortunate ones aro able to sit tip, roll about in bed, and have a good time while all are revelling in their warm sunbath. A few are not yet fully exposed, it is true, for they are newcomers and have not completed the necessary training which endows them with this extraordinary power of endur- ance. The latter have still the pale, weary faces which sickness gives, and it is easy to see that their so- journ at Leysin has been but a short one, The children those who are well enough—have morning lessons, as the doctor believes mental occupa- tion absolutely necessary, It is a privilege to take part in these, as it means convalescence has begun, At the head of the bed stands the teacher, as there it is impossible for the shadow of her body to interfere with the action of the sun's rays, "I think I can safely say," the writer says, "that few people have seen classes of sick children doing their lessons perfectly naked in mid= winter out of doors, all gay and happy and looking far stronger and healthier than many children who have no ailments whatever." The children played with toys strewn on their beds while they oontimted their studies. Th e enjoyed seeing a visitor, asked questions and lis- tened to stories. AN IMPORTANT ORDER. 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The late king, when he reached the ago of eighteen, was already a man of the world, going the pace in acerdanee with the Vic- torian idea of the proper progress of every scion of a rich and powerful family, writes a London correspon- dent, It remains to be seen, of course, whether the present prince will blossom out into a more gay youth, with the loosening of the apron - strings to which he has been tied. On June 23rd he reached the age of eighteen—his legal majority—and he is now his own master. Un- doubtedly, he still will bo in daily and almost hourly receipt of moth- erly and fatherly advice, and will he warned of the pitfalls that exist for an heir to the British throne. But, legally, he will be free to dis- regard all advice and lead his own life. To begin with the Prince will have his own establishment. For the present, it is intended that a scute of rooms shall be set aside for him AT BUCKINGHAM PALACE an<i that he shall continue to occu- py the suite that was some time ago set apart for him at Windsor. In Xing Edward's case, Marlborough House was assigned to his use, but at the present time Queen Alexan- dra is quartered there and the King and Queen do not feel that they are justified in dispossessing her. Even- tually, however—probably when he marries—the. Prince of Wales will move into Marlborough House, where he can have the seclusion and privacy dear to the heart of every man. In addition to a separate suite at Buckingham Palace and at Wind- sor, the Prince will have his own staff of servants, a governor of his household and at least two equer- ries. He might, if he wished, ap- point tradesmen for every one of his wants, from cigarettes to motor cars, but for the present it is in- tended that the dealers who shall be permitted to sport the three - feather crest of the Prince shall be limited and shall slowly grow with his increasing wants. Although the Prince will imme- diately become master of an enor- mous annual income, he will spend but a small part of it, the rest ee- cumulating until he has need of it. The exact amount of money that flows into his purse varies from year to year, but it is always WELL OVER $500,000. From his duchy of Cornwall pro- perty alone, there is a yearly yield of $400,000, which is augmented considerably by government grants. The latter will be increased during the next few years, especially wbeee he takes a wife. Naturally, there is considerable speculation on the question of the identity of the future wife of the Prince. A man who is an intimate friend of both King and Queen re- cently told the writer that he didn't think either of the parents of the Prince had formed any opinion as to the suitable mato for their son, Of course, it is largely a matter of state, and the Prince's hand will be bestowed, sad as it may seem, where it will accomplish the sno•st good. There is in existence a pretty story of a youthful love affair, in- volving the Prince and the Grand Duchess Olga, daughter of the Czar of Russiad, but there is no more foundation for this than a few ogling glances cast by the Prince upon his comely little cousin when they met for the .second time in their lives about two years ago. Princess Victoria, daughter of the Kaiser, who might be a means of bringing about the approchemont of. England and Germany, for which the politicians of the fotmcr coun- try have been so long `sighing, is unfortunately toe old to be consid- ered, and the present chances seem' to favor one of the Fife. princesses, daughters of Prinoess Louise, sis- ter of King George. ' THE BYPLAY MINSTRELS. -"Mister Intcrolociitor, can you tell me the difference between a kiss and a sewing machine?" "No, Mr, Bones, I cannot, Please tell us the difference botWeen a kish and a sewing machine.,, • "One -seems so nice and the other .sees seams nice." "Mr. Ogo Seakim will now the - der that beautiful ballad, entitled 'When Mother Found Her Ilat in Grandpa's, Beard.' " "Ho pretends to be a very busy man." "By finks, there's no pre- tence About it. FIe supports e wife and seven children on a salary of $60 n month," to. st tit r