The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1890-04-13

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filled the place there would gradually loom
up strange figures of all Observation-Disclosures
wearing Astrakhan caps, Servians Hunga.
rlans with their long, black mustaches and
wearing braided dolmans, Bohemians with
copper-hued skins and narrow foreheads
Tartars with slanting eyes like the Chinese
I'm -; short, people of every imaginable race.
The Orient was represented by great
Turk, who squatted in a corner, peaceably
smoking cherry wood pipe with an amber
mouthpiece. The other persons were seated
at small tables busily eating and drinking
the beverages being strong beer, and
white wine. The eatables were
cold veal and ham, and pastry. Round
and round between the tables whirled in.
cessantly stream of walters, the exercise
having the same effect upon their Occi-
dental minds as hasheesh and opium have
on the minds of the Orientals. The couples
passed and repassed rapidly to the Sound of
Lanner' 8 music the women leaning, almost
faint with delight, on the arms of their
partners, while their skirts swept away the
smoke clouds and famed the faces of the
drinkers. At the counter group of Nor
player, were reciting sort of dramatic la
ment, which seemed to interest deeply a
dozen strange figures clad in sheepskin.
Heinrich. the young actor, entered the
spacious saloon, and went toward the table,
where there were already two or three
youths chatting merrily. "Ah, here is our
Heinrich. Take care of yourselves, friends;
fenum habet in cornu!' cried the eldest of
| the party, and then he added: do you
| know you looked really diabolicaI last
| night? l was almost afraid of you. Who
would have thought that Heinrich, who
drinks beer just as We do, and does not
disdain slice of cold ham, could put on
| such wicked, sardonic air, and make the
| whole house shudder.'
THAT shows what a great actor he is,''
said another young man; there is no art
| in playing part that suits ones own char
acter, but it requires genius for coquette
| to assume an air of sweet simplicity
Heinrich took seat at the table. and
| with very modest air ordered glass CT
| mixed wine, and the conversation was con-
tinued in the same strain the young actor
: receiving compliments from every side.
"Ah, if Wolfgang Won Goethe had but
| seen your said one; and another added, 81
am sure you have the cloven foot---let US
see."
The other guests of the inn, attracted by
all this reclamation. looked curiously al
Heinrich and were delighted to have an op-
portunity of seeing such a celebrity as he.
Some young men, who had been at the
university with him, but who hardly knew
his name, came up and shook his hand as
warmly as if they were his most intimate
friends. The prettiest of the female
walters cast glances of tender interest at
him from their velvety blue eyes as they
passed.
One person alone seemed to take no part
in the general enthusiasm. He was sitting
at table near by, with his head turned i'll
the opposite direction, and was absently
drumming military march with his fingers
on the crown of his hat, and uttering from
time to time very dubious humph! His ap-
pearance was peculiar, although at first
sight he might be taken for a citizen of
moderate means. His eyes were gray. but
with greensh tinge, and they seemed to
shine with phosphorescent light like those
OF cat; his pale, thin lips, when parted,
displayed two rows of very, white teeth.
ferocious, almost cannibal expression,
while his long. curved finger nails looked
like claws. These peculiarities, however,
were observable only to persons who glanced
at him suddenly, for to eyes that looked
ixedly at him he presented the ordinary
easy appearance of a retired merchant. and
one would be astonished at ones self fol
having suspected such 4 harmless looking
person of any villainy. The young Heinrich
was secretly annoyed by the mans evident
indifference, and his disdainful silence
seemed to take from the value of the ad-
miring praises with which his own COM
panions were overwhelming him; 1t was the
silence of the connoisseur, who cannot oe
deceived by appearance and VINO mas seen
the best of everything in his time. Atmayer,
the warmest of Heinrich's admirers. noticed
this persons cold silence and addressed
him de6antly. saying:
lis it not true, sir. that no actor could