Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1886-07-18
A SANE MADMAN.
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wiIdbsd, . would-bs second Bath,
buried between hills at the north Of the
Black Forest. Essentially primitive
place. though they have here six first
clsss hotels, most Of them with cool
French names, and eli Of them with
good French bills Of fare. In fact,
Wildbad is doing her very best to for.
get GefmAn-no easy task for ono stu
80 o. she Is amid time-old Germsn
hills and forests, with the scent OF
time. old German pines waited all about
hsr. 1t began with her hotels, those
great piles Of building, annually, rs
the local phrase puts j; ron hohea uad
Aochsten Rerrschaffen tesacht--io Eng
lish, if you please, twisted BY the up
per and uppermost ten Nor are
these the only pride Of little Wildbad.
Far from il. Here there IL kuran-
stAlt, wherein play the fountains, and
beside it q kurkspelle, wherein play
trumpeters, futists. and blowers on the
born-this in difference TO an opinion
held / believe the wide world over, that
there is subtle bond Of union between
healing waters and wind instruments,
90 much 30 that the one without the
other would bs notifications. More
over, there are in primitive little Wild
bad flor it is primitise) bank, q post
Office, and . public reading-room; a
theatre, q concert.hall, and an Eoglish
church.
To complete the list of the little
towns attractions: IL, has one police
man il has, rumor says, one cab; aud
IL has, or il had. q few years back,
when already we'll known as Q health
resort, full twenty lamps slung on ropes
across the leading streets
said it had an English church. 1t
has . chaplain during the season. AT
the time here under discussion was
that chaplain. and was staying. OF the
Hotel Bellevue. had been here for
some time, and had learned that the
establishment sheltered beside myself
q eoodly number Of English folk, some
of the upper-and uppermost-ten
from the near.lying royal residence,
Stuttgart, and, added my informant, q
handsome German actress.
My room was opposite the general
sittipg.room. Having asked to be given
another apartment leading out of it, |
had been told that it was occupied by
sadly invalided English lady.
As we'll as can remember the hour
was s o'clock. The heat was intense.
l bad closed my outer shutters, and,
having opened window and door, was
sitting between them, revealing in the
half-light, the draught, and certain
pretty picture.
In the room aforesaid opposite to
mine a young girl was playing on q
piano forte. From the carriage Of her
head and shoulders, and, l may as well
say, her elbows, decided that she was
English. She was playing compost
ton Of the worst possible style, aud
she played it execrably. On the other
hand, she was as pretty as youth, per-
feet features. the softest coloring, and
q glory Of red.gold hair could make
that darling creation of nature's-a
girl. ,
Twas still looking at her, thinking, |
make no doubt, how wondrous pretty
she was and how wondrous badly she
played, when some one near me uttered
Q long, deep moan.
"Do you hear that wretched Miss
Sarah Sampson ?" said voice in the
sittipg.room. thought of my neigh
Dor, the English woman. AT the same
moment another groan sounded, longer
this time and deeper. Nothing but
acutest anguish could wiring such a
sound from human lips. i started.
The girl at the piano also paused to
listen, turning halfround with her hands
on the keys.
Again one of those dreadful means.
Then . series of gasps. Then total
silence.
ashes dying. How CHASTITY it is y
The speaker was the pretty blonde
ct the instrument; thea-positively
YES she resumed her piece where she
had stopped, and was sweeping along
the chords when
"Are you a msdman?"
She stood before me, her eyes fash
ing. on one side Of her face long pur
pie mark. / had seized her SO roughl.
rs to cause her to stsgger against a wan
dow beside the piapo-one OF those win
dows opening into the room. Its Dol
had bruised her cheek.
Still holding in one hand the must
which l had seized from the reading
desk, 1 closed the piano with the Other
and looked straight at the SCARED youn
face.
"Desth is death :" / thunderet
much as might have done from m
pulpit. "Child! girl go and pra
heaven to give you some besrt!"
CHAPTER ii.
ait DOESN'T MATTER."
Despite the peaceful nature Of IN
profession, / have. when reused, wh'
my mother used to call "my father
temper following . custom, hay
reason to think. not quite uncommo
with mothers. While delivering myse
oftbe speech given above | was far t.
blinded by passion TO see that othe
were in the room. Having complete
m adjuration, however, | becau
aware that l was surrounded by face
and that more and more people kel
thropging round me. Some titterer
some looked only too earnest, viii
ono gaunt old gentleman, who locke
rather more earnest than all the res
asked me in that tone which is the r
suit Of speaking through clenchs
teetb-what the devil meant.
The gisl anticipated my answer:
"Faihsr, I UNDERESTIMATE. Hsdidn
know that fraulein Was only prActici'
the death scene in Lessing's play
Miss Sarah Simpson II must be
dreadful for him. Please don't say
word"
The artlesspess Of this appeal v
irresistible. l have Q notion . Sun
went round the room. Anyway,
gsubt old gentleman drew the child