Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1885-09-25
CHAPTER Xxx.
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,
supped and went to bed. In spite of his ex-
element 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
great deal to spoil nights rest So in the
morning Carruthers arose refreshed and
eager to begin the quest
But how to begin ita 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 q
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 he
would not leave Munich until he felt sure it
did not harbor the fugitives.
He stepped through the swinging doors of
his hotel and stood in the broad Maxi
millians- Strasse. 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
this 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-
nifcent 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
Pinal1othek, and upon arriving there sought
for and found the Madonna di Tempt" He
stood for long time contemplating it, not
because he so much admired it as in the hope
that fate might bring Beatrice to his side
She did not come, so he babe the MADONNA
adleu, and after having run quickly through
the large rooms and cabinets in the hope of
encoun+ering Beatrice, he left the building
wishing that the living masterpiece he
sought was as easy to find as that of the
dead artist. ,.s
Keeping to what seemed the principal and
most populous streets he found himself once
more in front of his hotel He started off in
an opposite direction, went down the bread
Maximillians-S trasse. More palaces more
statues, but no Beatrice. At last he stood
on the stone bridge which spans the shallow
but rapid Isar. He stopped and looked at
the curious artificial bed of smooth planks
over which the river runs; and then he
looked down into the little triangular pleas
ure garden which lies between the two arms
of the stream.
In the garden, on one of the seats, intent
ly 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.
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