The record-union., 1894-03-24

at the tiny cascade below the huts, break
tasted with Dmytro upon bannocks of
oatmeal and flagons of milk, and was
! waiting long before Terese and her goats
were ready for their daily mountain wan
derings.
Their course lay toward the Arva Val
ley. The herds scampered and cropped
at will, well knowing the wild sweet way.
Almost until noon they wandered on,
Terese radiant as the morn and Herr
Paulus in radiant heaven of delight.
IN further to-day, Herr PauluS. You
must now return. 1t is wild and danger
Gus where we go below. Tomorrow,
sometime again, we will be for little to-
gether."
There was no gainsaying her words or
manner. The forebOding of the previous
night crept back into the artists heart;
but he had not yet shown Terese the
picture Jura had promised him would
work such happy charm.
when you have seen this, Terese," he
finally answered. He gave her the sketch,
and She kissed it impetuously and re-
peatedly.
''Ah, noble, noble Jura, brother mine
Were you with him there?"
''Yes, Terese; and helped the poor
things he had rescued on to safety i'll
Vienna;" he faltered, half ashamed of his
enforced self-praise.
Then you are good and noble, too. l
shall love Herr Paulus as brother ever
moreo
Then she turned and sped away, halt
ing but for an instant at the edge OF
copse into which she was disappearing,
to imperiously wave him back to his
sketching and the huts.
II would rather be a hungry dog of
lover and be fed from her hands the food
she has taken him in that goat-skin
~, d.. N
than be the greatest artist that ever
lived ~ with which he retraced his way
with laggard, listless steps.
From this time on Herr Paulus worked
incessantly, for he saw but little of Te-
rese. Jura had sent him the word from
the jewish woman he had saved 1t was
merely scrawl of writing saying that if
her rescuers ever CHANGED to come upon
Leopold of Sandomir, her father, to tell
him that God had stretched His hand unto
her and her babe and drawn them to
safety at last.
He treasured the scrap, he knew not
why, and worked and worked. The
simple, joyous life OF the band was un-
changed; but he noticed, as the absence
OF Ierese became more frequent and
long, that Scowls and frowns haunted the
faces of Dmytro and the elder men and
women. Two weeks had nearly passed,
and one night, when Terese had returned
after the camp was still, he heard Dmy-
tro's for the first time angry voice beside
her little hut. Enough came hurtingly to
his ears and heart for him to know that
Terese was in dire disgrace; that her pro-
tests were blended with tears and bitter
with heart-bursting grief, and that at the
end she vowed to leave the Tatras folk
forever, as Dmytro loudly rotor ted go,
then, with thy brother Jura. Be dog
among them all, and fare thee wellp'
The next morning he was out among
the huts before day break. Cautiously
peering where Terese had lain, he found
she was already gone. 1t was as though
Herr Paulus' very life had flown from
that empty hut. He would bear the
mystery and suspense no longer. Out
over the herd-huddled polon1a he hast
ened along the goat-beaten path he knew,
to the copse where he had. that first
morning seen Terese so tauntingly disap-
pear. The path was plai n enough be-
yond. For miles it led o yer masses of
rock, beneath signing frs, past roaring
waterfalls, through close-crop ped open
spaces and on, on, down and down, until
having passed forest of beech he came
upon polonia thick with nettles and