The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1894-05-18
SHIPS THAT PASS
IN THE NIGHT.
= CHAPTER xL
"IF ONE HAS MADE THE ONE GREAT sACRr-

Inere was SUICIDE In the kurndu6 one
afternoon. A DutchmAn, vandervelt, had
received rather bad account Of himself
from the doctor a few days previously, and
in fit OF depression, SO 1t was thought
he had put "A bullet through his head. It
had occurred through Marie's 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
shelf Of his cupboard
Willingly" she said, and she jumped
nimbly ON the chair and gave him the case.
Anything morei" she asked kindly ne
she watched him draw himself up from the
sofa She thought at the time that he
looked wild and strange. But then, as she
pathetically said afterward, who did not
look wild and strange In the Kurhausf
Yea. he said. Here are D francs for
you"
She thought that rather unusual, too,
but francs especially coming unexpect-
edly like that were not 20 DO despiscd,
and Marie determined to send them of 10
that mutterli at homo I'm the nut brown
chalet at Grnsch.
So she thanked Mynheer van Wander
welt and went of 20 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 q Irritation
with young Frenohman, Marie took out
her writing materials and began letter
to her old mother. These peasants know
how 10 love each other, and some Of them
know how 70 tell each other too. Marie
knew. And she told her mother of the
gifts she was bringing home, the little
nothings given her by tho guests.
She was very happy writing this letter.
The little nut brown home rose before her.
'.,Ach, )" she said, 'how I long to be
hornei"
And then she put down her pen and
sighed.
Zach" she said, ''and when I'm there I
shall long to be here. Da wo ich NIGHT
bin, da ist das gluck.
Marie was something of a philosopher.
Suddenly she heard the. report Of pis-
tol, followed by a 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. o.
II 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 accomplice. Her tender heart over
flowed with grief. While others were lift
ing him up she leaned her head against the
wall and sobbed.
"It was my fault; II was my faultw she
cried. "I gave him the case. But how
was to knowf"
They took her away and tried to COM
fort her, but IL was all In vain.
"And he gave me francs, " she sobbed.
al shudder to think of them"
II was all in vain that Warli gave her n
letter for which she had been longing for
many days.
at Is from your mutterli," he said as
he put II into her hands II give it will
,ngly. don't like the looks of one or two
r the letters have TO give you, Marie
,hcn. That Hans writes to you. Con-
found him.
But nothing could cheer her. warli
went away shaking his curly head sadly,
shocked at the death Of the Dutchman and
shocked at Marie's sorrow. And the CHEEKY
little postman did not do much whistling
that evening.
Bernardine heard of Marie 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 sob.
Bernardine drew the girl to her.
Poor old Marie, ''she whispered. "Co0e
and cry your kind heart out, and then
you will feel better. SIT by me here and
don't try to speak. And / will make you
some tea In true English fashion, and you
must take 1t hot, and IL will do you good"
The simple sisterly kindness and silent
sympathy soothed Marie after time. The
sobs ceased and the tears also And Marie
put her hand In her Pocket and gave Ber-
nardine the francs.
"Fraulein Holzne, hate them," she
said. II could never keep them. How
could send them now to my old motheri
They would bring her i'll luck-indeed
they would"
The matter was solved by Bernardine
In n mastery fashion. She suggested that
Marie should buy flowers with the money
and put them on the Dutchman's coffin.
This idea comforted Marie beyond Bernar-
dimes most sanguine expectations.
"A besutiful tin wreath" she said sew
ersl times. II know the exact kind. When
my father died, we put one on his grave"
That same evening, during table 'hote,
Bernardine told the Disagreeable Man the
history Of the afternoon. He had been de-
velopipg photographs and had heard moth
ing. He seemed very little interested in
her relation Of the suicide and merely re-
marked:
"well, there's one person less in the
world"
II think you make these remarks from
habit" Bernardine said quietly, and she
went on with her dinner, attempting no
further conversation with him. She her
self had been much moved by the sad oc-
currence Every one In the Kurhaus was
more or less upset, and there was thought
full, anxious expression on more than one
ordinarily thoughtless face.
The little French dansouse was quiet;
the Portuguese ladies were decidedly tear
full the vulgar German baroness was quite
depressed; the comedian at the Belgian
table ate his dinner in silence. In fact,
there was weight pressing down on all.
Was II really possible, thought Bernar-
dine, that Robert Allitsen was the only
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