St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-12-04

, raid upon us. Tomorrow night we ma,
! be scalned in our beds. | don't see VIII
! a telegraph operator doesn't come on
: and read those signals and find out VIVA
they do mean to do and stop 1T. !"
"UnfortunatelS the ApacheS have
never learned the Morse alphabet" sale
, her husband dryly.
Their system must be very elabo
rate" said the colonel. "for them to eX
| tract so much information out of such
| seemingly simple signals. Nobody has
ever learned exactly how they do it,
"Mindreading, said the doctor from
! his corner.
| lit would not surprise me at all if that
were exactly it," said madam eagerly.
"1h0se Indians for generations and gen
erationS have lived so close to nature
that they must know secrets that we
don't. There are lots OF things we
haven't found out yet. You know your
self, Victor, that often and often l am
Just about to speak of thing when you
press things on each others minds"
Martin gave his thoughts quick
check and Stifled sigh.
The colonel said to himself. Now he
is wondering if he can impress his
hopes upon Alice's mind. Better out
with it. Boy, you haven't enough pluck.
Why don't you toll her off to the other
Verandap'
81 wonder if there are any signal fires
in the dragoOnS," he said aloud.
mind reading is the simplest of sci
entitic facts" said the doctor. Thought
; transference. rather. Everybody in
space has a vibratory motion of its
molecules peculiar to itself. A thought
is merely a 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; IL goes on and on (and | have
given it as much as possible the direc-
ton | want 1t to gO), until it reaches
brain with similar molecular motion.
and my thought is Incorporated. That's
ALL"
Nobody paid any attention.
"The curious part of it is," went on
Mrs. BnnSeile. sometimes it almost
seems as though your thought about a
person created them. You'll be think
ing deeply about some one, maybe for
days, and suddenly they will come.
Sometimes it is so unexpected and sud-
den that you feel like an eXchantor, or
remark that that was different thing
altogether, when bright light sud-
denly appeared in the room over the
(never used) Mining Exchange. across
the street, and the doorway to the bal
cony was flung open and a noisy crowd
came out. 1t was startling and Earring
upon the white serenity of the night.
"Dhis is terrible" Mrs. BOnselle said.
IF 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 a practiced hand run skill
fully 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 tinkliBg chords:
Die lufl is kuehl und es dunkeIt,
Ind ruhig fliesst der fhein;
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt
I'm Abend sonnenschein.
Die schoenste Jungfrau Sitzet
bort oben Wunkerbar.
Ihr goldenes Geschmeide blitzetu
Sic kaemmet Ihr goldenes Haar."
A chill took hold of Martins heart.
He was back in Freiberg. The moon
was shining on the old walls and towers,
on the Gothic towers, on 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.
Err Schaut nur hiDauf in die HON.
How we'll he knew each note. He
had forgotten that she could sing like
hot Nov ha Ea no q
so much then. And that was Hiida.
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 came up 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 sea
struck Alice Bonselle's face and illum
mated it. Martin moved a trif1e, and
against the omen doorway he could see
the face of the singer. 1t was Hiida-
Hilda as he had left her last spring.
Large and beautiful. likely to captiyate
the fancy of boy. but as he looked at
the sweet, lovely face near him he felt
that he wasn't boy any longer. There
was but one course open to him. Hilda
had trusted him and had come. Ii she
had not come he would have gone to
her. He had been coward and a
trlfler to let his feeling 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 some time, when they
were old. old, he could tell her. He
couldn't build any future without her
| go to Hilda and take her away tomor-
row. What would they all think? He
must leave his work here, everything.
| He had never had any friends like these
in all his hard working life. Would he
ever have any such again? Hilda's
| friends were saloonkeeperS, 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 breatblesSly. and she was
his. She had left everything and come
to him.
Und das hat nit threm Singer
Die Loelei gethan.
The last note died on the air. There
was laughter and stir across the street,
and the colonel and the doctor softly
clapped. That's new one, isn't it?''
asked the colonel.
No" said the doctor. feeling about
the straw table for another cigar and {
match, 'she's been here about tel
days. She's Dutch Franks cousin, ant
he brought her out to sing in the saloon
but he's married. l was one of the
guests. 1t was in the Catholic church
this afternoon. Frank invited mt
around to the Maison Dore to have din
ner with them, but my other engage
ments prevented my accepting HI
said he was going to open 'd'venty pot
tles,' and was going to start in thu
! morning OH 'dour.' They are goins
+ back to Saxony, believe. where the,
came from. She's mighty handsom
A women-regular Gretchen type-and