The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1886-01-30
From Harpers Bazar.l
IN THE ALTMARKT.
BY MARY n. PRESCOTT.


little. Could anything be more for
tunate? l propose to send you, Vic
let"
"You are very kind to think OF me
But 10 order to 90, | shall be obliged
to use all the money | have put aside
for rainy day"
"But it is not exactly fair weather
now, is it Besides, it will be capita
Well invested. You will see the world
you will learn German, and you vii
forget Mr.. Dabney, and perhaps mar
ry German baron"
81 don't want to marry a German
baron, but | think | will 60, thank
you"
And the next outward bound Ger
man steamer carried her to Hamburg
Not knowing a syllable OF the German
tongue, she engaged a young German
woman who was returning home to
travel with hertz Dresden, where Frau
Schilling met her. She found her stu.
alton no sinecure, to be sure. Frau
Schlllmg's English was so broken as
to be almost beyond repair Once Oh
twice Violet went out with her to aft
ernoOn tea, where shes like a statue,
trying with all her might to grasp the
thread OF the conversation in vain;
the loneliness of a stranger in q foreign
land, unable to speak the language,
possessed her. 1t sometimes seemed
to her that she should die unless she
could find somebody to whom she
could rehearse her thoughts and trials
IN good terse English. Frau Schilling
lived In the eastern part of the city, in
a street leading out of Dururstrasse.
Although 1T was remote from the cen
trail market places and the shops, and
from almost everything, il made up
Tor this Inconvenience in being cheap.
but Frau SChilling convinced every
body that she lived there for the pure
air and the view OF course the
tramway ran near, on its way to
BlasewItZ, but Frau Schilling and her
companion walked when they went out
it was so much healthier. Violet
had beentO the Royal Gallery and the
Altmarkt but once, in the convoy OF
Frau SchlllIng, when one afternoon,
alter she had been a fortnight in the
city, 1t occurred to her to walk out
alone, ana make acquaintance with
the place. 1t was quite late in the
day, however, before she got started,
and the sky was already deep saffron
color IN the West. She remembered
that Frau Schilling had conducted her
down Durerstrasse, past Holbeinplatz.
through thenarrOW little IpigelstraSsa.
pausIngto look at the old Saxon mon
ument at the corner OF the Botanical
Garden, where Death, with his hour
glass. stands like a shadow behind the
warrior. The stream OF passers
scarcely observed her as she loitered
upon the Terrace BruhI. and stopped
to count the spires in the Neustadt; a
band was playing in the Belvedere
some hOmeslCk strain that pursued
her rs she went on toward the giIded
groups OF statuary that adOrn the
flight OF steps going to the Schloss-
platz
Ihesunset hight was upon everything.
steamer was towing fleet OF barges
up the river; the hills across the Flbe
looked blue and enchanting in the dis
tauCe, but it all made her feel more
alone and berett. 1t was a fair. a great
world; but what did it signify to her
nov that John Dabney had forgotten
her2 She crossed the PIatz and went
slowly up SchlOssstrasse and into the
Altmarkt; 1t was the longest way
round, but II was the only way she
knew. She Eentured into one or two
shops, and struggled to make herself
understood, vainly; she stopped with
the crowd to gaze in at the windows
oil a print shop at some effort OF the
modern masters, and wondered if il
was wrong to think them quite as
satisfactory as some of the master.
pieces Frau Schilling had pointed ont
to her IN the Royal Gallery: the
Altmarkt was thrOnged with people
carriages FASTENED, who knows where
everyone seemed gay and cheerful. she
wished with all her heart that she
knew few OF these pretty women
these kindly matrons; she lonred tC
hear somebody speak her name over
her shoulder, TO happen suddenly
upon some familiar face. Once she
passed two people speaking English
and she turned back and made belev,
an interest IN the embroideries in 3
neghbOrlng window that she might
listen to the delicious sounds.
was 50 surprised to see him. " tht
lady was saying. He said he haC
come TO Dresden on important bust
ness; l can't think what it is. -
Perhaps he viii tell you" laughed
her companion.
"Oh, no; nothing of the kind. h,
never was sweet upon me: we are first
cousins
And cousins are dangerous things
When did he leave New York ,"
New York Violet's heart bounded
mere was somebody straight from
nome. Perhaps she knew him. Al
any rate ne must know John Dabnev
and she found herself wondering what
TINS stranger important business
might be; but at the thought OF .Tohr
her odd sorrow woke and cried " II
was such mere trlhe that had sena.
rated them, 1.-THE lit r. rift within IN,
lutte. How foolish it had all been
ana yet how lrrevocable, How sorely
she missed his kindness, his presence
the right TO think OF him as Belonging
TO her. how bleal and barren the
world seemed without him2 life was
ended tor her; that Is. allthat made Iift
worth living had left her: nothing sig.
mined alter that. She could think NJ
nothing that she could substitute for
ms love; nothing In all the world
eould make amends to her for all She
naa squandered, and she had a doubt
Il heaven would be heaven without
nm; lnthedIstraction other thoughts
she had walked on tin She was tired
ana now she turned back into the
3itmarkt. How the scene had
changed the people, the shops. the
carriages, We're still there, to be sure.
ana the figure of Germania in the
center OF the square still seemed to
soar INTO the violet heavens. 1t was
all another world by gas-hght; such
nIecrromancy had been wrought that
Violet could not tell which direction
TO take toward home; so many cross
nights puzzled her. Everybody was