Sword and shield., 1885-11-21
.sI do ), said Reatriee So ther drove q

II d0,' said Beatrice. so they drove ac
c0rding to her wish.
They passed under the great arched entrance
10 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 t0mbS, which,
after the manner of all continental memorial
stones, looked untidy from the withered OF
tawdry weathS which had been placed on
them last All Souls Day, and left to decay
at ease. Carruthers was somewhat dlsap-
pointed in the cemetery. Although this was
his first visit to Munich, he fancled 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 are under
the piazza, she said.
They walked across to the broad piaZzawhich
runs round the center space. As Beatrice
had suspected, the finest and most costly and
artistic monuments were against the wall.
Some of these were magnificent works of art,
but CarutherS paid them Scant attention. lie
glanced gloOmily over the broad, white-stud-
ded eXpanse, where slept thousands who had
once been men even as he now was man,
who had breathed, eaten, drank hoped, fear
ed, loved, and-died.
'sThis p he muttered. s'To this it all comes,
The end of love, the end of ambition. of
wealth, of poverty, of pain, of joy. All come
TO 1t, and other men and women walk over
our graves and wonder who we were. Bea-
trice! BeatriceP' he cried, in voice of eX-
quisite agony, I'VE can live but once and our
life is wastedp'
Bravely as he had borne himself Carruthers
had at last broken down.
Beatrice started. These words were the
first which had been wrung from him which
implied the slightest reproach ItOnly want
affafa aar
head and the tears ran from her eyes. Then
she looked at Frank with pitiful, appeal
ing gaze which went straight to his heart
Il was foOl-a weak TOOL, hesaid. For
give me"
No, you are wise. Oh, why was evel
bornP'
Let us CO." said Frank. II hate this
abode of dead mortality"
So with heavy hearts they walked along
the broad piazza towards the entrance to the
cemetery. Somehow their hands met, and
they went hand in hand. There were few
4Orkmen and lOiterers aisout who seeing
them, no doubt Thought il was an English
custom for gfown-lp man and woman to
walk SO, or that these two were mourning
some common loss. They were indeed!
AS they drew near to the entrance they
passed What was Ia all appearance a shop
with plate glass front opening on the piazza
IN r0nt OF 1t were two or three men and WC
men and several children; the last-nalned on
tiIrt0e, and tlattening their flat Teutonic
noses against the glass. Frank aso glanced
that way and saw such curious sight, that
IN spite of his pre-0ecumt0n he stopped.
A little way inside the glass was arranged
on banks OF cvergrccns aad flowers wha'
seemed to be dozen dn ), of various sizes
but all large for dolls. Etch was dressed ii
smart long robes with tnsel and other deco.
ratl0ns and each aOll bore a large number
A curious sight! C.urutheIs drew near ana
then the truth lush. d NJ n ililn They wcTs.
dead babies! There. t..cli III Is little l,st q.
leaves and Il wcIs they lay awaiting tile day
of burial
.'Tney are dcadl' said Frank, turning to
Beatrice.
Yes. Irenember hearing it was the Gus
tom here to let tliein wait like this: but for
got-all about it. A horrible custom, is 1t
n0tg''
But If the sight is horrible To 4 stranger II
is fascinating. Notice all who visit lie AIliu-
ich cemeteries for the first tilme If they
peep in at one winG0w of the ust5tSaI t.lev
will peep III at all. Beatrice aRd Frank
formed no exceptions to this rdlp
There are several of these windows In
the one nezt the babies they saw the body of
an old priest He lay IN Ills slalrting bier of
cycrgreens, dressed in his best clothts. his
cold hands holding the crueiGlx To Ills cold
heart. lie slept with peace written on his
sweet waxen face. Was this honibleg