Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1894-03-29

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 lie knew not
why, and worked aud worked. The
simple, joyous life of tho band was UNI
changed; but he noticed, as the absence
of Teresc became more frequent
and long, that scbwls 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 hor little hut.
Enough came hurtingly to his ears and
heart for him to know that Terese was
in dire disgrace; that here protests 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 retorted: $50, then,
with thy brother Jura. Be dog among
them all; and fare thee well y
The next morning he was out among
the huts before daybreak. 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 could bear the
mystery and suspense no longer. Out
over the herd-huddled polonia he
fastened along the goat-beaten path he
knew, to the copse where he had, that
first morning, seen Terese so tauntingly
disappear. The path was plain enough
beyond. For miles it led over masses
of rock, beneath signing frs, past roar.
ing waterfalls, through close-cropped
open spaces and on on, down and down,
until, having passed forest of beech,
he came upon polonia thick with net
Ties and fringed with rim of deserted
last years huts. Some subtle instinct
drew him to these. At once he heard
the accent and meditation of prayer.
He stole to the door and looked within.
There upon couch OF goatskins q
dying aged Hebrew lay. Beside him
knelt Tatras maiden, her one arm sup.
porting his white and CHASTITY head,
while the other held the blessed crucifix
before his CHASING, unheeding eyes.
What agony of pity, of self-recrimi
nation and of hope swept through Herr
Paulus' heart may never be known; but
with the cry, Zach, Colt my Leopold
of the bakeshop My peerless angel,
IGTeSG ne lulGW hlulSClL VI ASll PlOo-
trate between them, pouring out such
prayers to the living and prayers for
the dying, as never came from mortal
lips before.
"Here, here !-Terese l-Leopoldp He
must not die until he has consciousness
of this ~
He stretched the Hebrew woman's
note before the old mans face, while
Terese quickly and gently raised his
head. They both looked agonizedly into
his eyes for an instant.
ayes, yes, thank God, Terese! He
has seen and known this little joy"
They knew this, too, aside from the
Pickering smile that family illumined
his blanched and horror-graven face.
For his ashen hand fluttered to the
crucillx in the hand of weeping Tercse
and bore it softly down upon Herr
Paulus' waitin palm. The other, crept
from beneath the goatskins, clutching a
filthy bit of paper to the last-just a
scrap withal, but one that held in
golden roubles the savings of his life
time, fortune to the two beside him
now-and when it had stolen between
the crucifix and Herr Paulus' trembling
| hand, it was then forever still.
And so it was that vagabondage,
mercy and death in the weird, far Tatras
heights, at last brought love and happi-
ness and fame together through Sando-
mir Leopold's requests.