The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-25

. SternlE regarding the girl. as she $1,000
for moment in the flaming cresset's
light, and heard him say as she turned
and passed him:
"Terese you are as though you had
fought with bears again.
i have seen bears. savage. awful bears
to-day; and wolves, too, ganut. ferociOus
wolves. tearing at the bleeding hearts of
helpless sheep and lambs.'
Distracted and with flashing eyes,
Therese disappeared among the shadows.
Distracted and with shaking head,
DmytrO came back to the cZardas and the
songs. And distracted and heart heavy.
Herr Paulus sought mis- couch of ir
branches for he night
After an hours time, come with Terese
and the gOats,' was the sweetest awak-
ening Herr Paulus had ever known. The
words were at his door from the lips of
Terese, the next morning, and the art
ist bounded from his couch. trembling
from fear of some sylvan disillusiOn.
Swiftly he dOnned his clothing; washed
al the tiny cascade below the huts; break
tasted with Dmytro upon bannocks of
oatmeal and iagons of milk; and
was waiting long before Terese and her
goats were ready for their daily noun
tain wanderinCs.
Their course lay toward the Arva val
ley. The herds scampered and cropped
Al will, well knowing the wild. sweet
on, rerese radiant as the morn, and Herr
Pauus il a radiant heaven of delight.
No further to-day, Herr Pauus. You
must now return. It is wild and danger
Gus where we 90 below. Tomorrow
sometime again, we will be for a little
( together"
There was no gainsaying her words or
manner. The forebodings of the previous
night crept back into the artists heart;
bus he had not yet shown Terese the pic
ture 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
repeatedly
All, noble, noble Jura, brother mine.
Were you with him there"
Yes, Tercse; and helped the poor
things he had rescued on to safety in
Vienna he faltered, half ashamed of
his enforced self praise.
." Then you are good and noblo, too. |
shall love Herr Paulus as a brother ever
more
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 sketch
ing and the huts.
II would rather be a hungry dog of a
lover and be fed from her hands the food
she has taken him in that goat-skin
pouch sighed Herr PaulUs ruefully,
than be the greatest artist that ever
lived - with which he retraCed his way
with haggard, listless steps.
From this time on Herr Pallus worked
incessantly. for he saw but little of Terese.
Jura had sent him the word from the
Jewish woman he had saved. IL was
merely a scrawl of writing saying that if
her rescuers ever Glanced to come upon
Leorold of SanGomir. her father, to tell
him that God had stretched his hand unto
her and her babe and draw8 them to
safety at last
He treasured the scrap, he knew no
why and worked and worked The sim
pie, joyous life of the band was unit
changed; but he noticed. as the absence
/ of Terese became more frequent and long.
that scOWls aud 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 Dmytros
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 herpro
tests were blended with tears and bitter
with heartbursting grief; and that at the
end she vowed to leave the Tatras folk
forever, as Dmytro loudly retorted go,
then, with thy brother Jura Be a dog
| among them all and fare the well!'
| The next morning he was out among
the nuts 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 mys-
terry and suspense no longer. Out over
the herd-huddled rolonia he FASTENED
along the gOat-beaten path he knew to
the Copse where he had that first morn
ing, seen Terese so tauntingly disappear.
The path was plain enough beyond. For
miles il led over masses of rock, beneath
signing frs, past roaring waterfalls,
through Close-crOpped open spaces and
on on, down and down, until, having
passed a forest of beech, he came upon
a pOlonia thick with nettles and fringed
with a rim of deserted last years
huts. Some subtle instinct drew
} him to these. At one he heard the as
cent and modulation of prayer. He stole
10 the door and Hooked within.
} There upon a couch of gOatSkinS dying
aged Hebrew lay. Beside him knelt a
Tatras maiden, her one arm supporting
: his white and CHASTITY head, while the
other held the blessed crucihX before his
CHASING, unheeding eyes.
What agony of pity, of self-recrimina-
ton ana of hope swept through Herr
PaulUs hear5 may never be known; but
, with the ''Ach, Gott!-my Leopold of the
bake-shop! My peerless angel, Terese!'
; he threw himself or fell PROSTATE between
, them, pouring out such prayers to the
, living and prayers for the dying as never
came from mortal lips befare.
Here, here Teresec-Leopold} He
: must not die until he has consciousness of
this"
He stretched the Hebrew womans note
: before the old mans face, while TereSe
quickly and gently raised his head. They
Goth looked agonizedly into his eyes for an
instant.
Yes, yes, thank God, Terese! He has
seen and known this little ,oy.'
, They knew this, too, aside from the
pickering smile that family illumined his
blanchcd and horror craven face. For
Z his ashen hand futtered to the crucitX in
the hand of weeping Terese and bore it
softly down upon Herr Paulus' waiting
; palm. The other, crept from beneath the
: goatslzinS, clutching a filthy bit of paper
, to the last-just scrap withal, but one
/ that held in golden roIbles the savings of
his life time a fortune to the two beside
him now-and when il had stolen between
the crucitiX and Herr Paulus' trembling
hand, it was then forever still
( And 50 it was that vaGaboadage, mercy
l and death in the weird far Tatras Nights,
= at last brought love and happiness and
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