The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-05-14

and men at arms, stalk In ghoSt1y
pursuit.
"S'mother night" j answered, frivo-
lousy. eff Mrs. Adams finds | am
not in my room"
"What would she dor"
"Send the Herr Doctor after me"
"And the Herr Doctor is not afavor-
ite," compiacentfy, as we went slowly
down the steep.
Hay awake till late that night, won
dering who the yelled lady might be.
The doctor looked very innocent next
morning, and so did II hope.
"Why do you look at me in that
tone of voice?" he asked, when my
eyes had been Involuntary fixed up
on him for some time, trying to I'M
ravel the mystery.
II was looking into vacancy" /
answered, briefly.
Speaking of vacancy, have you
seen Mr.. Finch today"
"Mr. Finch is a highly aesthetic ma
ture," Ibegan.
"And you love the asthetic-bird
of a feather!'
"Bv the way" / ventured, why
oill v Nou S0LlC up 6blIO pl1Y CdIhS
with us last evening""
"Did you wait for me?" he asked,
regarding me gravely.
81 can't say hat | did. But I hate
to play with dummy"
"And did you play with dummy"
"Isthis the New England Catechism,
Herr Doctor?"
THE New England conscience and
Catechism went out of fashion, be-
lieve, some time ago"
Eyes; / fancied you no longer had
any use for them," / said.
"No; when | am with the Romans,
/ do as the Romans do" and then we
both laughed, and Ladislaw said we
were like two quarrelsome children.
81 expect you will be boxing each
others ears next thing"
NO" said the Doctor; 81 always
give a kiss for a blow"
But for all that, I couldn't help be-
ing a little distant to him atterward,
whenever | remembered the yelled
lady at Heidelberg Castle. He used
to call me Lady April" ] was SO in
constantin my moods. don't know
how it happened, but after this, where
ever we went, Mr.. Finch was sure to
be there before us, or to follow later.
The Doctor called him my shadow,
and Ladislaw said he thought my
shadow was the only thing about me
which the doctor disliked. But, for
my part, ] was growing rather tired of
Mr.. Finch and his everlasting prating
about medieval art, and color, and
what not; and ] couldn't go to a pict-
ure-gallery unless he attached him.
self, and explained the pictures loud
enough for all creation to overhear,
while / was anxious they should sup.
pose that | had been familiar with the
masterpieces all my days, and was on
ly looking at them out of a sincere APP
probation ofthe beautiful. I'm afraid
/ liked better the Doctors method of
going through a picture-gallery in ten
minutes, and the scientific air with
which he regarded R~embrandt's
School of anatomy in Amsterdam
for two minutes, and remarked, pat
ronizingly, that 'the arm and hand
were well laid open," as if Rembrandt
was a pupil in the dissecting-room.
But Mrs. Adams said, 81 ought to be
thankful for such an instructor in art,
and that probably Mr.. Finch was a
nobleman travelling i%ncognito."
HE lives In a castle in the air, T.
fancy" / said.
But she would 90 on encouraginghis
attentions, and he would GO on fol-
lowing us hither and thither. Well, we
were in Germany at Christmas-time,
n md xua hoI G1sx.1cEv,o q +xna al ~
ourselves. The Doctor and / went
out to select it, and it seemed as if
the Black Forest had walked into the
market-places. 1t took a good while
to find the right one, and we went out
day after day, till Ladislaw said it
looked as if we were waiting for one to
grow. However, we had it planted in
our own parlor, and suchlovely things
we coaxed into blossom upon it. 1t
was the most wonderful tree in the
whole world, when it was fairly in
bloom; hung with cut papers that re-
sembled fine gold chains. dripping with
delicate dew of silver, dropping
pine cones, grown infairy-land,
and silver acorns and walnuts, bud
ding with real roses and lilies, migno-
nette and Parma v~inlets, blossoming
into gorgeous cornucopias of gorgeous
sweetmeats, and lighted by a hundred
The Doctor took q keen
pleasure in it, as if we were Gwo chill
/ enjoyed it all ofcourse, as if it
a dream-a poem; but the vision
the yelled lady would rise up
and sesmed to ask if had for
her, although at times she had
seemed like the baseless fabric of a
dream. The Doctor and / were extin-
gushing the tapers, after Mrs. Adams
and Ladislaw hadgone to their rooms,
when he stopped hummingt the Lorelei,
ard said, turning to me, there is a lit
tie flower that Christmas trees some
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