Weekly commercial herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1884-18??, 1885-09-04
Xxx.


Carruthers reached Munich late at night.
He went straight to that comfortable hotel
the "Four Seasons, and, feeling that the
hour was too late to begin his researches,
supped and went to bed. In spite Of his ex-
citement at the thought Of being in the same
town as Beatrice, he slept soundly Man IS
but mortal, and after travelling as fast as is
possible from London to Munich, it takes a
great deal to spoil q nights rest. So in the
morning Carruthers arose refreshed and
eager to begin the quest.
But how to begin itl He was not even
sure that its object was in Munich. Because
she had written down the name Of a picture
it did not follow she was near that work of
art. She might only have paid Munich a
flying visit-might now be miles and miles
away. He grew very respondent as he
realized the slender, fragile nature Of the
clew which he had so impetuously taken up
and followed. Nevertheless he vowed be
did not harbor the fugitives.
He stepped through the swinging doors Of
his hotel and stood in the broad Maxi
millians-S trasse. He hesitated, uncertain
what to do, which way to turn. So far as
he could see, his only chance of finding
Beatrice was meeting her in the
public streets; his only plan was to
walk about those streets until he met
her. At any rate he would do nothing but
shls for the next few days. If unsuccessful
he would then think whether he could apply
to such persons as might be able to tell him
what strangers were living in Munich.
He turned to the right, went across the
Platz, and into the fair Ludwig Strasse. He
walked on with palaces on either hand until
he came to the gate Of victory. Preoccupied
as Mr.. Carruthers was, the number Of mag
nihcent buildings he passed greatly i'm
pressed him. However, he deferred his adj
miration until happier times.
A kind Of superstition made him think it
well to see the picture which had brought
him so far. He inquired the way to the Old
Pinakothek, and upon arriving there sought
for and found the "Madonna di Tempt" He
stood for a long time contemplating it, not
because he somuch admired it as in the hope
that fate might bring Beatrice to his side.
She did not come, so he babe the Madonna
adieu, and after having run quickly through
the large rooms and cabinets in the hope OF
encountering Beatrice, he left the building
wishing that the living masterpiece he
sought was as easy to find as that Of the
dead artist.
Keeping to what seemed the principal and
most populous streets be found himself once
more in front of his hotel He started off in
an opposite direction, went down the broad
Maximillians- Strasse. More palaces, more
statues, but no Beatrice. At last be stood
on the stone bridge which spans the shallow
but rapid Isar. He stopped and looked al
the curious artificial bed Of smooth plankl
over which the river runs; end then ht
looked down into the little triangular pleas
ure garden which lies between the two arm
Of the stream.
In the garden, on one of the seats, intent
ly engaged with a book, sat Beatrice. Hel
little boy was playing near her. II needed
not the sight Of the boy to assure Carruther
he was not mistaken. Like all lovers, b
told himself be would have known tina
graceful head, that perfect form at least
mile away Yes. there was Beatricel Tn
Madonna had not led him astray. HaC