The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1885-09-12
CHAPTER XXXW.
IT WAS NO DREAM.

IT WAS no DREAM.
Carruthcrs, as was his custom, called TO
Beatrice early one morning. Now that h
had firmly resolved that he must, would
could. should school himself to accept tn
position which it seemed likely was to be hi
for the future. be could see no reason why
he should be debarred from enjoying every
moment of Beatrice's society. To say thai
he was resigned to his fate would be absurd
No one is resigned to fate. One is compelled
to submit to its tyranny, that is all.
OF course Frank was unhappy, and Of
course Beatrice was unhappy. AT heart
they were as wretched as any sentimental
school girl could wish them to be amid suct
circumstances. But all the same they were
not so truly miserable as they imagined.
Given two young lovers kept apart by fate
with lookout of eternal darkness-with-
out even the hope of seeing hope glimmer in
the distance so long as they know that each
loves the other, even rs he or she loves her
or him; so long as they can see each other,
talk to each other. even if that talk must be
on Indifferent subjects, they can not be alto
gether unhappy.
This morning Beatrice left her boy in
charge of the smiling Bavarian servant and
went for walk with Frank. 1t was fair
May morning, fairer perhaps elsewhere
than in Munich, which is a dry, dusty,
bhren land For some time they walked IN
silence, and apparently without any settled
destination. By and by Carruthers spoke
"When do you think you will he ready to
return to England 2" he asked. Her eyes
were cast down. She did not answer his
question.
beatrice, you will take my advice in
this e lie spoke gravely and tenderly.
"Yes, will take your advice. will do
all you visible guided entirely by you.
Heaven knows l have guided myself long
enough See where it has led me-"
Her eyes filled with tears as she spoke.
Frank clenched his hands behind his back.
what do you propose +! What do you
think should dog she asked.
'Ithink we should go straight back to
England; straight to Oakbury. Will come
With you, and if you wish it, tell Horace
and Herbert everything"
''What will they say! What will they
do! should think they would at once turn
me out of their house."
Frank smiled sad little smile. ''Dear
Beatrice" he said, ''can you fancy either
Horace or Herbert turning out dog who
came to them for projections? That is" be
added, If the dog had not been in the mud'
''Ah, Frank, but have been in the mud"
said Beatrice sadly: II have years Of mud
upon me. It will never come off. Frank"
Frank, as man should, tried to console
her, tried to persuade her that the mud
was after all neither SO very black nor SO
very thick. She shook her head.
'.Ah!' said Beatrice, 1T all comes back
to the old cry-'f what has been done could
only be undone!"
''Yes," said Frank, the cry of the first
man who developed speech; his thought
perhaps before speech came to him; and SO
it will be the cry Of the last man who
stands on the wreck of the world"
There was silence once more until Frank
broke it by repeating his original question.
Beatrice told him she could not leave
Munich until Sarah returned.
'.But she is in London Why not tele-
graph to her? Tell her to wait there"
II would, but I do not know where to
find her. She was going to her friends.
The friend who posted my letters. Sarah
used to send them, but I never thought of
asking the address,
"And she is making terms with this man."
said Frank rather bitterly, lis empowered
to let this ruffian rob you"
"Money is nothing. He can have all he
wants if he will trouble me no more'
Carruthers bit his lips. He cared little
for money as money, but it enraged him tc
think of this villain living in luxury at the
expense of the woman he had so wronged.
However, he believed that when it came tc
the Talberts having voice in the matter.
Hervey would find himself not SO we'll of
as he anticipated.
Frank" said Beatrice, II will leave with
you as soon as she returns, promise. Now
let US tslk of something else. We may have
but day or two longer here Let me have
those days to look back upon-days of calm
before the storm breaks"
Carruthers understood her. He forced
himself to talk to her in something like his
old style. The mirth, if it could even be
called mirth, was hollow. The imitation
ran falsely But Beatrice was grateful: if
only to have her thoughts turned from the
one current
mo one can fully realize what a noble
thing it is to be English" said Frank.
until he has returned to London after q
tour in Germany. It is gratifying thing
y y
time comprehend the true mission of the
great Teutonic race"
''What missionY
ITO dnd," continued Frank, ''that this
great nation was created apparently for the
purpose of supplying walters to the English
speaking races 1t is a great patriotic
truth which has consoled me for manv in
conveniences I have suffered from its ap-
plication."
Then he told her about the strange people
at his hotel IN Munich. About the smart
American girls who would call Paris
''Parrus." About all the other familiar
table d'hote characters
ut amuses me most, !" he said, ito talk to
the porteurs and walters about the king.
Every one has some fresh tale about his
eccentrici ties. You know he turns night
into day. Starts OF driving at in the
morning!"
Yes, Beatrice had of course heard that.
Floats about ON q lake. on top of the