Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-09-06


Every one has some fresh tale about hi.
eccentrici ties. You know he turns night
into day, Starts of driving at In the
morningr'
Yes, Beatrice had Of course heard that.
Floats about on lake, on top Of the
palace, and fancies himself Lohengrin
Hides away from every one-do you know
whyr
"An unhappy love affair years ago." said
Beatrice.
THAT may have BEEN the origin Of the
tomfoolery," said Frank But the reason
he keeps himself hidden now Is not roman.
tic. He is growing so fat he is ashamed t.
show himself Fsncy fat Lohengrinl"
~ don't believe it." said Beatrice indig.
nantly. "Most ladies look upon King Lud wig
as possessed of the beauty OF Greek god
"lt's quite true. The other night he sent
for one of the singers from tn opera. She
had 10 sit in n punt on the Lake and sing tt
him. Fancy prima donna in punt sing.
ing to an invisible king. Well, the punt
was small and the lady stout. Just in the
middle of a grand cadenza over went ths
boat What do you think the king didf'
Naturally, pulled her out"
Not a bit of it. He rang bell ant
walked away, leaving the poor thing tt
splash Makes one feel a republ can v
hear such things"
So Frank talked, but all his fooling wa
forced They had been walking about aim
lessly, and scarcely noticing where. ''Shal
we go any where-to one Of the galleriesf
asked Beatrice.
"No," said Frank. 'It's too fine for pic
lures. Let Us go and look at the statue o
Bavaria" The statue being long way OFF
they took one Of those delightful littl'
iacres hired. including 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 cheaI
wing in Munich.
They inspected the colossal statue. hut did
cot 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 sight seeing did them no more good than
Franks forced gayety. They were both sad
at heart.
"Where shall we go nowf' asked Frank
as they came back TO the fiacre. 'ls there
any hing else to see about heref' He couchei
this question in curious German, and al
dressed the driver The driver said the
great south cemetery was not far of.
81 don't like cemeteries" said Frank
doubtfully.
II do" 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 then, wandered about the forest
of tomts, which, after the manner Of all
continental memorial stones looked uptidy
from the wthercd or tawdry wreaths which
had been placed on 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.
perhaps the finest monuments ar under
the piazza she said.
They walked across to the broad piazza
which runs round the center spece 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 thaip 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. "To this it all
comes. The end Of love- the end of ambi-
tion, Of wealth, of poverty, Of pain, Of joy
All come to IT, and other men and women
walk over our graves and wonder who we
were. Beatrice! BeatriceN' he cried, in a
voice OF exquisite agony. I'VE can live but
once and on, life is wasted!'
Bravey as he had borne himself, Carruth-
ers had at last broken down.
Beatrice started These words were the
first which had been wrunS from him which
implied the slightest reprOach. 1t only
wanted this to complete her misery. She
bent her head and the tears ran from her
eyes Then she looked at Frank with a piti.
ful, 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
bornr'
LET us CO. said Frank Il hate this
abode of dead mortslity."
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 he thought
that he couli 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 pazza they
felt that they were bidding each other a
farewell which might we'll be eternal. No
wonder their hands refused to part
As they drew near to the entrance tbey
passed what was to all appearance a shop
with plate glass front opening on the piaz-
IN In front of it were two or three men
and women AMI several children the last
named on tip-toe, AMI fattening their fiat
Teutonc noses against the glass Frank
also glanced that way and saw such curious
sight that, In spite OF his preoccupation, he
stopped.
A little way inside the glass was arran ged
on hanks OF evergreens and flowers what
seemed to be dozen dolls, Of various sizes
but all large for dolls, Each was dressed in
smart long re hes 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 deadn' said Frank, turning TO
Beatrice.
"Yes. / remember hearing it was the
custom here 10 let them wait like this; but
forgot all about it, A horrible custom, IL
it notf'
Is it horrible customi II startling to
strangers, is II more horrible than the Eng.
lish custom of letting the poor dead thing
lie for days in an upper chamber, lie there