The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1886-01-30

Fastening homeward; everybody had
someone waiting and watching for his
approach, some one thinking of him.
Only she was forlorn and alone and
desOlate. She forgot that
sNo wind could drive her bark astray,
Or change the tide OF destiny"
OF course it would be impossible for
| Violet to lose herself to-day in Dresden;
/ she laughs at the idea; but at that
| time it was quite a different story.
/ The Altmarkt, as everybody krows, is
a square shut in with shops. with two
| streets leading ont of it from each OF
/ its Jour corners. so to speak In a
| frenzy OF fear Violet chose one OF these
| streets; il 1t We're the Schlossstrasse
through which she had come to the
| AlJmarkt, she knewit would presently
bring her in view of the thoroughfare
/ leading into the Schlossplatz, where
| the g.lded groups on the stairway of
| Bruhl's Terrace would show her that
| she was all right for home That was
/ the only route she knew, but after
walking some distance. the street
ended against a dark and forbidding
building; then she retraced her weary
steps and hurried in the opposite di-
rection, into Wlldrutferstrasse and
as this opens upon the Portplatz,
she soon saw that she was wrong
again; always she returned to the Alt
markJ, feeling that this was her only
guide and safety, as the street which
/ had brought her there must still lead
out OF 1t, unless some enchantment
had been at work.
In bar. h.1+a 9yI avnItar,o1+ ~
plOred one street after another with
out hitting upon the right one, and,
IN fact, following several OF them more
than once before recognizing her mis-
take. Ii it had been daylight, she felt
that all would be well, the adventure
would have been delightful; but here,
with the clocks striking eight in the
darkness, made more perplexing by
the numberless lights, without a Ger
man word In her vocabulary, it was
anything but comfortable. Desperate
at length, when the Schlossstrasserea
Iy seemed to vanish out OF existence,
she accOsted a woman and asked her
way in English. The woman smiled,
and shook her head. 1t was OF no use
asking the way; nobody understood
her. She was hungry, and cold and
faint. 1t seemed to her that she. had
been hunting for the Schlossstrasse
for hours, and might continue IN that
occupation all night if no one came to
her aid. There we're the drOschkas,
drawn up in long lines, waiting for
passengers who never seemed to ar
rive, the drivers wrapped IN their
blankets. smoking or sleeping con-
tentedly; but she dare not take
one, even il she could have
made the driver understand where
she wished to 90. At that time she
didnot know that a Dresden dro7chka
is as safe as ones roof-tree. At last
she paused in her mad and despairing
haste to beg help OF gentleman with
his wife upon his arm. They stopped
and listened, regarding her compass
siOnately. They answered her in
broad German. and she replied IN effu
slVe English. 1t seemed to her that
the woman began to regard her with
suspicion, to question il she were beg
gar, or what. The man opened his
purse. Violet shook her head, and the
tears sprang into her eyes. II have
lost my way" she persisted. "If
could find the the Terrace, | should be
all right. ! know the way well from
there" While she spoke, somebody
else stopped and listen~d, arrested by
her voice.
"Violet! Violet" somebody said,
close at her elbow; and Violet an
swered
ooh, John! John? is it you?"
Eyes, it is l. l found | couldn't live
without you" And Violet was in his
arms, safeand happy, and the German
gentleman and his wife smiled at each
other and at Violet, whono longer saw
anybody in the crowded square but
John Dabney.