Morning journal and courier., 1894-03-24

wolves, tearing at the bleeding hearts Of
helpless sheep and lsmbs!"
Distracted and with flashing eyes Terese
disappeared among the shadows. Dis
tracted and with shaking head Dmytro
came back to the czsrdas and the songs.
And distracted and heart-heavy Herr Pau
lus sought his couch of fir branches for the
night; m
and the goats" was the sweetest awaken
ing Herr PauIuu had ever known. The
words were whispered at his hut door from
the lips of Terese the next morning, and
the artist bounded from his couch trem
bling from fear Of some sylvan dislllusion.
Swiftly he donned his clothing, washed at
the tiny cascade below the huts, break
tasted with Dmytro upon bannocks of ost
meal and fagonsof milk, and was waiting
long before Terese and her goats were
ready for their daily mountain wander
ings.
Their course lay towsrd the Arvs valley.
The herds scampered and cropped at will,
we'll knowing the wild, sweet way. Al
most until noon they wandered on, Terese
radiant as the morn and Herr Paulus in a
radiant heaven of delight.
"No further to day, Herr Paulus. You
must now return. It Ia wild and dan
Rerous where We 60 below. Tomorrow,
sometime again, We will be for little to-
gether."
There was no gainssyiDg her words or
manner. The forebodipgs of the previous
night crept back into the artists heart; but
| he had not yet shown T+rsse the picture
Jura had promised him would work such
"When you have seen this, Terese"; he
finally answered. He gave her the sketch,
and she kissed It impetuously and repeat
eddy.
''Ah, noble, noble Jurs, brother minel
We're you with him there3"
eyes. Terese; and helped the poor things
he had rescued on to safety in Vienna; he
fsltered, half ashamed of his enforced self
praise.
"Then you are good and noble, too.
| shall love Herr Psulus as q brother ever
more"
Then she turned and sped away, hating
but for an instant at the edge of q copse
into which she was disappearing, to I'm
periously wave him back to his sketching
| and the huts.
ST would rather be q hungry dog of q
lover and be fed from her hands the food
she has taken him in that goat skin pouch )"
sighed Herr Paulus ruefully, ethan be the
| greatest artist that ever livedi" with which
he retrsced his way with lsggard, listless
steps. sz--,..s
From this time on Herr Paulus worked
| incessantly, for he saw but little of Te-
reese. Jura had sent him the word from
the Jewish woman he had saved. 1t was
merely q 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 20 safe
| ty at last.
He treasured the scrap, he knew not
| why, and worked and worked. The simple,
joyous life of the band was unchanged;
but he noticed, as the absence of Tereae
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 Dmytro'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 wss in
dire Disgrace; that hsr protests were
blended with tears and bitter with heart
bursting grief; and that ct the end she
vowed to leave the Tatras folk forever, %
Dmytro loudly retorted: "Go, then, with
thy brother Jura. Be . dog among them
all; and fare thee welli"
The next morning he was ont among the
huts before daybrsak. Cautiously psering
whore Terese had lain, he found she was
already gone. It was - though Herr Paul
| us' very life had aown from that empty
hut. BE could bsaf the mystery and ius-
penss no longer. Out over the herd -hud.
died polonia he hastsnsd along the goat.
beaten path he knew, 70 the copse whore
| he had, that frst morning, seen Tsrese 30
tauntinsly disappear. The path was plaiu
enough beyond. For miles 1t led over
masses of rock, beneath sighing frs, past
roaring waterfalls, through close cropped
open spaces and on, on, down and down,
until, having passed forest Of beech, he
came upon Q polonis thick with nettles
and fringed With . rim Of deserted last
years huts. At one he heard the accent
and meditation of prayer. He stole to the
door and looked within.
There upon . couch of goatskins dying
ased Hebrew lay. Beside him knelt Tat
ras maiden, her one arm supporting his
white and shastly bead, while the other