Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-08-14

Meyerling opened the door in his breezy
way, bringing a great rush of fresh, cool
air. He paused moment in wonder on
the threshold, and then made one strong
leap to the great chair, and fairly lifted
the slender old man in his arms and kissed
him impulsively on both cheeks in the
hearty Germany fashion. The old man
chung to Meyerling's broad breast and sob
bed and choked, and it was some time be-
fore the Professor could replace him gently
in the chair.
81 came to you, CARL the old man be-
gan in a stihed voice, half sobbing out his
words, Gust as soon as was able to travel.
| knew it was what she would expect, for,
though have relations none of them are
so near. She was fond of you, and grieved
in her quiet way when you left us. She
said you brought her fresh sense of life.
We called you dynamic force, and some
times ozone; that was what we called you,
Carl.n And then the old mans voice died
away in groan.
Meyerling had taken the old mans
chilly hand, and was rubbing it between
his own warm, full-blooded palms. There
was a grieved inquiry in his eyes, but he
did not speak, and waited for the old man
to go on.
ayes, CARL he began, in a long,
ouayering sigh, 'sshe is gone; | have lost
her, and | had no place of shelter to creep
into but this. She was the stillest woman
| ever knew Her soft step made no sound
on the floor, but always felt her far off in
remote parts of the house. | knew she
was guarding me from every species of
annoyance and intrusion. She was still
/ girl-still and white as a lily. We were
not blessed with children, but we did not
seem to feel it such a great deprivation.
| There is a TRANSMISSION of blood, you know,
! through the tissues of some animals, so
there was TRANSMISSION of thought with
| US. 1t was never necessary for us to speak.
She lived to protect me from noise and
confusion, from every shock or pang, to
make quiet place all about me and my
labor. She put her soft woman's breast
between me and the world, while ] sought
through obscure ways for the genesis OF
life-the secrets of biology-all vain
strivings and weak endings, all inconclu-
sive. battling, like mists and fogs at sea.
And now she has slipped away and left me
in the dark
His voice died in a pathetic murmur,
and Meyerling was so shaken with pity
he laid his broad arm round the old mans
thin shoulders, and brought the white
head against his breast He could not
say a word: he could only open refuge
| "For week, CARL" the old man went
on feebly, 81 knew nothing. l was stunned,
and numb and sore. My brain would not
act. Then they persuaded me it would do
me good to appear again in the classroom
to speak to the students, but when rose in
my place all the knowledge had so pain
fully acquired seemed like chaff and dead
leaves and bits of straw driven before the
wind The 'ologies were jargon. could
not remember what they meant. l could
only recall the Earring fact that this is the
age of mans humiliation; that man for the
first time realizes his nothingness in the
universe; that we beat our brains for years
to discover that life is only mode of mo.
ton, until it ceases to strike the hour like
rundown watch. And then longing
came upon me for her, my old wife, who