Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-12-27


"But the best things are in the small
est parcels" said Mrs. Adams coming
to the rescue.
What quaint old place we found
Zaandam, where Peter the Great has
lett an odor OF romance that seemed
to cling to the little green cottages
with their red-tiled roofs, which resent
bled the wooden villages OF orr infan-
cyl And how the Doctor scow}etl when
/ wasted my substance on some vivid
green pottery of an odd patternl
What's the use OF buying such
trash?'' he asked.
"Ah, the aesthetic astelacking You
call this waste; but you don't under
stand the art OF economy. This green
dish, that looks as ii it were deformed,
and that cost me exactly five cents,
will look so foreign and fantastic in
tine gariSh light OF America that my
friends will think have brought them
bonanza. Besides, like to spend
without counting the cost; | hate to
count my honey. hate poverty, or
q genteel sufficiency."
in other words you love luxury"
"Have | ever con6ded my love to
you? | love plenty, | confess. |
should die oteconomy;it is worse than
the govt for cramping one."
''Nol must marry millionaire"
said Mrs. Adams.
"Fitst catch your hare" suggested
LadiSlaw.
There's the Herr Docter,"I heard
Mrs. Adams say in an aside to
Ladislaw.
But he's not a millionaire. nor to
caught with ohatf.
! wondered ii the Doctors ears were
rs keen as mine; but his face betrayed
nothing.
think it was in Heidelberg that
we met again our friend OF the steam.
ship. Mr.. Finch. We had climbed to
/ the Schloss, and found him seated in
q loop-hole, so TO speak, behind its
curtain OF ivy, sketching the scene.
''Nr, Finch" | cried.
Eyes, said the Doctor; "a bird in
the hand"
lie looks more like one in the bush
4 just now as he hoped down from
+ his perch to greet us with eftusiOn.
Welcome 70 my studio. he said;
/ ~ am just sSetchlng the valley Of
/ the Neckar in passing.
4 What q lovely old ruin this isl"
said l.adislaw.
Il liSe TO think OF the lords and la
dies who made love on that old bal
conr in the sweet June weather" Mr.
Finch replied, .'or when the moon
light over.dy the valley, who are only
handful oil dust to-day"
Il suppose their ghosts walk there?"
asked I4adislaw.
Certainly What's an old ruin
without a rhost?"
"Oh | wish | could see one" |
cried.
The Doctor ''pshawed.' "You base
materiaIist! you do not deserve the
vision"
III you will come up here with me
some starlight night" vouchsafed Mr..
Finch, 1--WE may be able to unearth
one
"Aud Mrs Adams will come too,
said Ladislaw.
1t was Mr.. Finch who "pshawed'
this time, but beneath his breath
Certainty" put in the Doctou
"Mrs. Adams is rs eager to see n ghost
az yourself. You should extend to her
all the advantages OF foreign travel
But, for all that Mrs. Adams did
not see one met Mr.. Finch on the
staircase the following evening, and
we slipped out OF the hotel and up to
the Schloss, while the othe . supposed
was writing letters in the retirement
OF my own room Was it very wrong.
dare say Mr.. Finch thought so. We
wandered up and about the old place
with its haunting shadows. startling
bats and owls and itll sorts OF night.
moths from the tapestry OF ivy, while
he repeated ghostly verses and
whispered q good maay ghostiy
noth;nss. And had my reward. Fol
while we rested in arecess that looked
out upon the dark sky and river, thC
moon shot out 70 beam between tbs
clouds, and revealed the shadows o
two figures on the balcony.
, "There, told you YOU should SEQ 9
ghost. You are not flint2 Il IS really
only two lovers" said Mr.. Finch.
Was / faint? Judge whether the sen
sation that possessed me was fear or
pain. had recognized one oftheshad
ows rs that OF the Herr Doctor" a,
, they stirred and walked slowly out o
: sight, ! saw that the lady was yelled
and leaned coniidincly upon the dor
: tors arm. But what briainess wa
that OF mine? WHAT was the docto
to me, or | to the doctor? Plainly
nothing.
II think we had better 20 DOM,
: said presently, to Mr.. Finch.
'Those shadows that passed." h
said, "are noble lady who elopetl on
dark night with her physician. The
have been dust these hundred year.
, but as punishment are doomed to r,
trace their steps every night. Don
! you want to stay till we see the oil
, noble, her father, with all his retainer
and men at arms. stalk in ghosLl
pursuit?
! "S'mother night" ] answered, frivc
lousy. ''If Mrs. Adams finds / al
not in my room"
"What would she dor"
"Send the Herr Doctor after me.
"And the Herr Doctorisnot afayoi
: ite," complacently, us we went slowl
! down the steep.
Icy awake till late that night, woi