Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-06-14
CHAPTER Nj.
''IF ONE HAS MADE THE ONE GREAT sACEI.
EICE \

IF ONE HAS MADE THE ONE GREAT SACRI.
FICE.
There was 4 suicide in tho kurhaus ono
afternoon. \ Dutchman, NaudCrvolt, had
received rather bad account of himself
from the doctor Il few days previously, and
in n fit of depression, 81 1t Wa; thought,
he had put bullet through his head 1t
had occurred through Marie unconscious
agency She found him lying on his sofa
when she went as usual to take him his
afternoon glass of milk. He asked her to
give him Il packet which was on the top
shelf of his cupboard.
"Willingly," she said, and she jumped
nimbly on the chair and gave him the case.
"Anything morcy" she asked kindly as
she watched him draw himself up from tho
sofa. She thought at the time that he
looked wild and strange, But then, as she
pathctically said aftCrward, who did not
look wild and strange in the Kurhaus?
"Ycs," he said il>rc are . francs for
you.
She thought that rather unusual, too,
but 8 frame, especially coming uncxpect-
Cdly like that, were not to be tluSpiscd,
and Marie determined to send them off to
that muttcrli at homo in the nut brown
chalet ut Grusch.
So she thanked Mynhccr van Wander,
welt and went OFF to the pantry to drink
some cold tea which the English people
had left and to clean the lamps. Having
done that and knowing that the matron
was busily engaged carrying on n Irritation
with II young Frcnchman, Marie took out
her writing materials and began n letter
to her old mother. These peasants know
how to love each other and some of them
know how to tell each other too. Marie
knew And she told her mother of the
gifts she was bringing home, the little
nothings given her by the guests.
She was very happy writing this letter.
The littlo nut brown homo rose before her.
"Ach, she said "how I long to he
homc!"
And then she put down her pen and
sighed.
"Ach, " she said, and when I'm there l
shall long to be here Da wo ich NIGHT
bin, da ist das gluck.
Marie was something of n philosopher,
Suddenly she heard the report of II pts.
toll, followed by Il second report. She
dashed out Of her little pantry and ran in
the direction of the sound She saw Warli
in the passage. He was looking scared,
and his letters had fallen to the ground
He pointed to No. 81.
1t was the Dutchman's room.
Help arrived The door, was forced open,
and VANDERBILT was found dead. The case
from which he had taken the pistol was
lying on the sofa When Marie saw that,
she knew that she had been an uncon-
scious accomplish Her tender heart over
flowed with grief While others were lift
ing him up she leaned her head against the
wall and sobbcd.
"It was my fault; 1t was my fault" she
cried. II gave him the case But how
was to know"
They took her away and tried to COM
fort her but it was all in vain.
"And he gave me 5francs, she sobbed.
AZ shuddcr to think of them"
1t was all in vain that Warli gave her
letter for which she had been longing for
many days.
ut is from your muttcrli, he said as
he nut 1t into her hands. II give it will
ingly don't like the looks,of one or two
of the letters l have to give you, Marie
chen That Hans writes to you. Con-
found him.
But nothing could cheer her. Warli
shocked at the death of the Dutchman and
shocked at Marie $ sorrow. And the CHEEKY
little postman did not do much whistling
that evening.
Bcrnarline heard Of Maric's trouble and
rang for her TO come. Marie answered the
bell, looking the picture of misery. Her
kind face was tear stained, and her only
voice was a sob
Bcrnardinc drew the girl to her.
Poor old Marie, "shc whispered. Como
and cry your kind heart out and then
you will feel better. Sit by me here and
dom try to speak. And / will make you
some tea in true English fashion, and you
must take it hot, and it will do you good. .
The simple sisterly kindness and silent
sympathy soOthcd Marie after time. The
sobs ceased and the tears also And Marie
put her hand in her pocket and gave Der
nardinc tho francs.
''Fnucin Holnc, / hate them, she
said II could never keep them. How
could ! send them now 70 my old mothcrS
They would bring her i'll luck-indeed
they wuuld.
The matter was solved by Bgrnardine
in mastery fashion. She suggested that
Marie should buy flowers with ths money
and put then. on the Dutchman's coffin
This idea cumfortcd Marie Beyond RerIlar-
dimes most sanguine expectations.
"A beautiful tin wreath, she said sew.
eral times. Il know the oxact kind. When
my father died, we put one ON his grave. =
That same evening, during table d hote
Bcrnardinc told the Disagrecable Man the
history Of the afternoon. He had been de
yeloping photographs and lad heard moth
ing. He seemed very little interested in
her relation Of the suicide and merely re.
marked:
We'll, there's one person less In the
world =
Il think you make these remarks from
habit, " Bernarlinc said quietly, and she
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