The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1885-09-05
CHAPTER XVIII.
ct CANNOT LIVE THIS Lief"

noble statues. palaces old and new, Libraries,
museums art galleries, and fast teetng
reputation for cheap living, Munich, which
stands boldly ont On barren plain, no
doubt feeling it has little which it need be
ashamed to show to the world, except per-
haps the yagarles Of tho eccentric beng, its
king.
Beatrico never quite Eser what Induced
her to choose the capital of Bavaria for her
resting place. Honestly, when sh9 wrote
from London to her uncles, she had not set.
tied whther to weul her way. She might
then just a. likely have gone to Paris, Brus.
sells, Vienna or Berlin Us to Munich.
She fixed on G rmany for various reasons.
She had that feeling, which justly or I'M
Justly, IS common to most English people,
that an unprotected and not unattractive
woman is more free from annoyance in
German than in French town. She also
fancied she knew the German language bet
ter than she knew French. The scientific
severity of the great Teutonic tongue had
always charmed her. She had studied it
deeply She could read it in its classic forms
with Il certain amount Of facility. sac be.
lieyed she could speak it well enough for the
purposes Of ordinary conversation. Alas! she
was but one OF the many who, when gut
turnlS, compound words and divisible par
ticiples are flying about like hail, find what
fraud is the boastcl phonetic spelling, and
what an age it takes to feel at ones ease
amid the elcphantiu, gambolS OF the I'M
wieldy language. Nevertheless, for the
above and other reasons she chose Germany.
AS the party had left b acltown provided
with no travelling indispels lbles, except the
most important of ali, money, many pur.
chases had to be made in London. All We're,
however, male in time to catch the evening
train to Dover and that night Beatrice and
her charges crossed the channel. Then it
seemed to her she was once more able to
breathe. In London she had been haunted
by the dread that Hervey would follow and
find her. Once out of England she folt safe.
Be it understood that Beatrice was not
flying from the shame which revelation of
her foolish marriage and subsequent act of
deception would entail; although she would
willingly have paid a large yearly sum, Sc
long as her husband left her in peace and
kept the secret. Gladly would she have
made some arrangement which would spare
her pride the modification of her being
known as the wife of u felon. Gladly would
she have done all in her power to save her
| father, her uncles, and such frienls as she
| hal, the pain they must feel when all was
revealed. Yet it was not ON this account
| she fed. Her one aim was to save the child
from the man who was his father
She believed he could legally claim her
boy. She knew he was villain enough to
take him by force or frau if the chance oc-
Cured The moment Harry was in Hervey's
hands she saw she would be al his mercy.
| She would be forced to submit to any con-
| ditions, however exactng and humiliatihg,
in order to regain possession of the one thing
which was lett her. the one thing she could
! love, or was permitted to love. Flight gave
her a respite: gave her time for considera-
| tion. II was the simplest and easiest way
out of the difficulty So she decided upon it.
Once out OF England they Travelled by
easy stages, and eventually reached their
Observation-Disclosures. The city on inspec-
ton seemed as su ted as any other to Bea-
trice's needs, so she hired furnished fat
engaged gooi-tompered, handy Bavarlan
servant, aud settled down to that quiet,
calm life which she had in her letters to the
| Talberts described herself as living.
These letters were sent under cover to a
friend of Mrs. Miller's who posted them in
| LONDON As English stationery can be pro-
cured Oh the continent as easily as every
thing else that is English, the letters con-
veyel no Information which could be used
to discover the retreat. Beatrice dreaded
sending them; she feared that some unfore-
seen slip connected with them might dis
close her abode. But it seemed SO unkind
not to let her uncles know she was alive and
we'll She did not write to her father. She
fancied her proceedings would not trouble
him much and felt sure that any letter sent
to him would run the gauntlet of Lady
Clauson's unkind comments. She trusted to
Horace and Herbert to let him know all that
they knew.
Beatrice made few, if any, chance &C
uuaintance' Some people never do. just
as there are men whom other men never
think of asking for a cigar light, so are there
women to whom other women do not make
the first advances. Beatrice, with her re-
served but polite manner, classical features
and distinguished bearing, no doubt con-
yeyed the idea that she was state not to be
encroached upon without the passport of an
introduction.
SO for society she had her boy and her
faithful slave, Mrs. Miller.
| However much a mother may love her
child. she is not blamed if she finds that his
constant company does not give all the
pleasure the world can give. However
faithful and intelligent a servant may be,
: the mistress may with a clear conscience
look beyond her for a companion.
So Beatrce's life grew once more dismal
and colorless. SO much so that under its
y present conditions the late life at Halle
wood House, when contrastei with it,
!. seemed Wild round of variety and disSipa-
t ton.
V She had her books and her music, but she
I had no one with whom to discuss the books,
q no one to listen to her music. Size took les
s sons In painting from one Of the thousand
artists in the great art center, Munich. but
this was but an aid to kill time, and unbro-
|, ken with any ambitious aim. She had her
a thoughts. These she Stunned as much as
U possible 1t seemed to her that there was
q nothing upon which she could look back
}, with pleasure, nothing to which she could
look forward with hope. She often recalled
Carruthers' assertion that in spite of manner
d she must have some dream Of happiness, and
e she sighed as she thought that now less than
Z ever did life show any joy of which she even
dared to dream.
Beatrice was sitting one afternoon in the
, room she called her studio She was alone