Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-08-30
A FAMILY AFFAIR.
CHAPTER xxx.
THE TRUTH AT LAST.
nj HUGH CONWAY
Author Of "Caited Back and ozark Days.

THE TRUTH AT LAST.
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,
suppcd AMI went to bed. In spite of his ex-
citement at the thought OF being in the same
town as Beatrice, he slept sounlly, Man is
but mortal, and after travelling rs fast as is
possible from London to Munich, it takes n
great deal to spoil nights rest. So in the
morning Carruthers arose refreshed and
eager to begin the quest
But how to begin III He was not even
sure that it, object was in Munich. Becaus'
she had written down the nams Of a picture
il did not follow she wa' near that work of
art. She might only have paid Munich "A
Rying visit--might now be miles and miles
away. He grew very dcspOndent a. be
realz,d the slender, fragile nature of the
clew which he hal SO impctuously taken up
and followed Nevertheless, be vowed lie
would not leave Munich until he felt sure it
did not harbOr tha tugitivcs.
He stepped through the swinging doors of
his hutel and stood in the broad Maxi
millian,- Strass, He he,itated uncertain
what to do, watch 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 tate he would do nothing but
tins for the next few davs. If unsuccessful
he would thea think whether he could apply
to such persons as might be able TO tell him
what strangers We're 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
h.. t,,t th,aE 4 ip,l
Us Mr.. Carruthers was, the number of mag
nificent buildings he passed greatly i'm
pressed him. However, he deferred his al
miration until happier times.
4 kind of superstition made him think it
well 10 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 III Tempt He
stood for long time contemplating it, not
because he Omuch admired il as IN the hope
that fate mi yht bring Beatrice To his side.
She did not come. so he bade the MADONNA
adieu. and after having run quickly through
the large rooms AMI cabinets in the hope of
encC unterng Beatrice, he left the bulirng
wishing that the living masterpiece he
sought was as easy to lind as that of the
dead artist
Keeping to what seemed the principal and
most popul1us streets he found himself once
more in front Of his hotel He started off in
au opposite direction, went down the broad
Maximillians- Strasse. More palaces, more
statues, but no BeaUI ice. AT last he stood
on the stone bridge which spans the shallow
but rapid lsar He stopped and looked at
the curious artificial bed of smooth planks
over which the river runs; and then be
looked down into the little triangular pleas
ure garden which lies between the two ar ms
OF the stream.
In the garden, on one of the seats, intent
" engaged with book, sat Beatrice. Her
little boy was playing near her. 1t needed
not the sight of the boy to assure Carruthers
he was not mistaken. Like all lovers, he
told himself he would have known that
graceful head, that perfect form at least
mile away. Yes there was Beatrice! The
Madonna had not led him astray. Had
Carruthers been Roman Catholic he might
have shown his gratitude by the expenditure
of pounds and pounds of wax candles.
He stood for some time watching Beatrice
Now that he had found her he trembled at
his own act. Hc trembled at the thought of
what he had TO say to her, what she had to
say to him He cOmfOrted himself by the
assurance that he had only sought her.
broken through her concealment, for the
sake Of giving, or at least Offering such help
us he could give.
After this he walked slowly down to the
garden and stood in front OF her. She raised
her eyes and knew him. Her book fell to
the ground. She sprang to her feet and ut
tered a little cry, a cry that sounded very
sweet to Mr.. Carruthers, as it was unmis-
takably one of pleasure. At the unexpected
appearance Of the man she loved, for mo
ment there was no thought in her heart save
that of joy. She stretched out her hands
Frank! Frank!' she cried. You here"