The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1892-12-08

ence. rather. Every body in space has viDra-
tory motion of its molecules peculiar to itself.
A thought is merely vibration of the brain,
| brought about by one or more of the outlying
nerves having been set going. Suppose, for
example, my thought goes out into space with
left-hand spiral motion; It goes on and on
| land / have given it as much as possible the
direction 1 want it to go) until it reaches .
| brain with similar molecular motion, and my
thought is incorporated. That's all"
Nobody paid any attention.
Tho curious part of it is" went on Mrs.
Bonselle, sometimes it almost seems as though
your thought about Q person created them.
You'll be thinking deeply about some one, may
be for days, and suddenly they will come.
| Sometimes it is SO unexpected and sudden that
you feel like an enchanter, or something. The
Doctor was about to remark that that was q
different thing altogether, when bright light
suddenly appeared in the room over the (never
usedl Mining Exchange, across the street, and
the doorway to the balcony was flung open and
a noisy crowd came out. 1t was startling and
jarriug upon the white serenity of the night.
"This is terrible" Mrs. Bonselle said. "1f
the proprietor of the Crystal Palace is going to
take to coming home to spend his evenings
and bringing his friends with him we shall
have to move"
There was q practiced hand run skilfully
over perfectly tuned guitar.
"Sh-sh"- said the Doctor, sitting up in
the hammock. Save for the plaintive music
there was dead silence across the street. And
then softly, sweetly as the lark rising to meet
the sun, voice lifted itself above the tinkling
chords:
"Die lurt j. kuehl und es dunkelt,
Und ruhig fiesst der Rhein;
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt
I'm Abend sonnonschein.
Die schoenste Jungfrau sitzet
bort oben wunderbsr,
Ihr goldenes Geechmede blitzet
Sic kaemmt lhr goldenes Haar."
chill took hold of Martins heart. He was
back in Freiberg. The moon was shining on
the old walls and towers, the Gothic spires
of the cathedral. He and Hilda were on the
bank of the Munzbach, and she was singing:
''Er schaut NIGHT die Felsenriffe,
Er schaut nur hinauf in die Hon."
How we'll he knew each note. He had for.
gotten that she could sing like that. May be
he had not appreciated it so much then. And
that was Hida there, singing The shock
and the thrill of her voice had taken wonder
as to how she came there away from him. He
only felt that she had come all this way to meet
him, to find him. And then there come up q
sort of anger that she was there with the
owner Of the Crystal Palace Saloon and his
friends, followed by the realization that that
class were all her friends. Her father sold
sausages and beer, and Hilda had brought them
to his customers He had met her there. She
had brought them to him. The light from
across the street struck Alice Bonselles face and
illuminated it.
Martin moved a trife, and against the open
doorway he could sec the face of the singer. It
was Hilds--Hilda as he had left her last Spring.
Large and beautiful, likely to captivate the
fancy of boy, but as he looked at the sweet,
lovely face near him he felt that he wasn't a
boy any longer
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Hilda had trusted him and had come. If she
had not come he would have gone to her. He
had been coward and trifer to let his feel
ing for Alice grow to the vital thing it was
When this song was over he would make the
excuse of the Indian signals to get her around
on the other veranda. And he would say
+" good by" He wouldn't tell her why he was
going. He couldn't do that. Maybe sometime
when they were old, old, he could tell her.
He couldn't build any future without her be-
ing in il somewhere. Then he would go to
Hilda and take her away tomorrow. What
would they all think? He must leave his
work here, everything He had never had
any friends like these in all his Woodworking
life Would he ever have any such again
Hidas friends were saloon keepers, he thought,
bitterly; and yet, through it all. sense of her
beauty and the magic of her song went like
scarlet thread. They were all listening breath
lessly, and she was his. She had left every
thing and come to him.
Und das hat nit ihrem Singer
Die Loreiej gethan.
The last note died On the air. There was
laughter and stir across the street. and the Col
onel and the Doctor softly clapped. "That's
new one, isn't ftp" asked the Colonel.
No." said the Doctor feeling about the
straw table for another cigar and match
" she's been here about 10 days. She's Dutch
Franks cousin and he brought her out to sing in
the saloon; but he's married her. was one of
the guests. 1t was in the Catholic church this
afternoon. Frank invited me around to the
Maison bore to have diuner with them, but my
other engagements prevented my accepting.
He said he was going to open d'venty pottles
and was going to start in the morning on
dOur.' They are going back to Saxony, be-
ieye, where they came from. She's mighty
handsome woman-regular Gretchen type
and if that voice were little stronger she |
might have made show on tho stage; but |
suppose she's as stupid as an OK"
Mrs. Bonselle did not think it delicate to dis |
cuss young women who sang in saloons.
wonder if its going to rain," she said, |
looking up at the moon sailing through the |
luminous sky. THAT might have been light |
liBg" said Martin, also rising. I wonder if |
here are any signals from Cochise's strong |
hold. Miss Alice, shall we go around and |
ee?"
We'll. read your mind, young man." |
hought the Colonel. as they moved away
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