The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1885-09-12

him. Fancy prima donna in a punt sing
ing to an invisible king. Welt the punt
was small and the lady stout. Just in the
middle of grand cadenza over went the
boat. What do you think the king didg'
Naturally, pulled her OUT
mot q bit Of it. He rang bell and
walked away, leaving the poor thing to
splash. Makes one feel republican tt
hear such things"
So Frank talked. but all his fooling was
forced. They had been walking about aim.
lessly, and scarcely noticing where ''ShaIl
we 90 anywhere-to one Of the galleriesv
asked Beatrice
'sNo," said Frank. Its too fine for pic.
| lures Let us go and look at the statue OF
Bavaria" The statue being long way of,
they took one of those delightful little
fiacres, hired. including a coachman with a
broad silver band round his hat, for some
thing like sixpence the half hour: One, al
most the only one, relic of bygone cheap
living in Munich.
They inspected the colossal statue but did
not yield to the temptation Of going up into
its head via the leg: They walked through
| the Hall of Fame at the back of the statue,
| But sightseeing did them no more good than
Franks forced gayety. They were both sad
| at heart.
where shall we go now?' asked Frank
as they came back to the facre. lis there
anything else tosee about herev' He couched
this question in curious German, and ad'
dressed the driver The driver said the
great south cemetery was not far off.
II don't like cemeteries" said Frank
doubtfuliy.
II d." said Beatrice. So they drove &C
cording TO her wish.
They passed under the great arched en-
trance to the place of tombs. Beatrice, who
was now deep in sad thoughts, looked
neither to the right nor left-and Frank was
looking only at Beatrice. They walked
straight into the great open space, and for
awhile, with the bright May sun shining
down on them, wandered about the forest
Of tombs, which, after the manner of oil
continental memorial stones, looked untidy
from the withered ar tawdry wreaths which
had been placed Oh them last All Souls Day,
and left to decay at ease. Carruthers was
somewhat disappointed in the cemetery.
Although this was his first visit to Munich,
he fancied he had read or heard that this
cemetery was one of the finest in Europe
He told Beatrice he was disappointed.
'Perbaps the finest monuments are under
the piazza" she said.
They walked across to the broad piazza
which runs round the center space. As
Beatrice had suspected, the finest and most
costly and artistic monuments were against
the wall. Some of them were magnificent
works of art, but Carruthers paid them
scant attention. Whether it was the mel
ancholv surroundings or the strain which
at Beatrice's wish he had put upon himself
to keep their conversation away from the
subject ever uppermost in their hearts, he
could not tell, but it seemed to him that at
this moment his sorrow was more unen-
durable, more abiding than ever.
"This!' he muttered. ITO this it all
comes. The end of love, the end of ambi-
ton, of wealth, of poverty, of pain, of joy.
All come to it, and other men and women
walk over bur graves and wonder who we
were. Beatrice! Beatricer' he cried, in q
voice of exquisite agony, 1--WE can live but
once and our life is wasted!'
Bravely as he had borne himself, Carruth-
ers had at last broken down.
Beatrice started These words were the
first which had been wrung from him which
implied the slightest reproach. It only
wanted this to complete her misery. She
bent her head and the tears ran from her
eyes, Then she looked at Frank with pitt
full, appealing gaze which went straight to
his heart.
II was fool-a weak fool" he said.
Forgive me-"
mo, you are wise. Oh, why was ever
born!'
Let US co." said Frank. II hate this
abode of dead mortality"
So with heavy hearts they walked along
the broad piazza toward the entrance to the
cemetery. Somehow their hands met, and
they went hand in hand.
Neither spoke. Carruthers was telling
himself that he was weaker than be thought,
that he could not hear the situation longer.
He would see Beatrice safe in England. He
would see this man and insure her future
peace Then he would-he must leave her.
To see her, hear her voice, touch her hand,
yet know she could not be his was more
than he could ask himself to bear
So as they walked down that piazza they
felt that they were bidding each other
farewell which might we'll be eternal No
wonder their hands refused to part.
As they drew near to the entrance they
passed what was to all appearance a shop
with plate glass front opening on the piaz-
"a In front Of it were two or three men
and women and several children; the last
named on tip-toe, and dattening their fiat
Teutonic noses against the glass. Frank
also glanced that way and saw such a curious
sight that, in spite of his preoccupation, be
stopped.
A little way inside the glass was arranged
on banks of evergreens and flowers what
seemed to be dozen dolls, of various sizes.
but all large for dolls. Each was dressed in
smart long robes with tinsel and other deco
rations, and each doll bore large number.
A curious sight! Carruthers drew near and
then the truth flashed upon him. They were
dead babies! There, each in its little nest of
leaves and flowers, they lay awaiting the
day Of burial.
''They are deadr' said Frank, turning to
Beatrice.
Eyes. I remember hearing Il wac tho