The Newtown bee., 1895-03-22

BAker PHI Co.,, Bangor, Ms ing one. ssAre you a German" she added, turning to Frederick the Great.
 s'Ja, soldat,' said he.
 Whats soldat?'' said she.
 ''Ja, soldat,' said he.
 ''Soldat," said Kitty, slowly. "Oh, I guess I know--soldier. Ain't it?''
 She thrust out her left arm stiff from the shoulder, screwed up her eyes, and brought up her right elbow. "Bang. shoot! gun puff.'' said Kitty.
 ''Ja, ia,'' said Frederick the Great, with deep laugh. And then he gave them an example of German marching.
 'Oh, isn't he funny ?-just as if he was made of wood and screws. Oh, l wish you would stay more!'
 Frederick the Great was rolling up his pack.
 Where are you going?" asked Kitty.
 ''He can't understand. child. What is the use ot talking to him?' said her mother.
 But where are you going?n asked Kitty, beseechingly. Frederick the Great pulled out that address in St Louis.
 '.Oh, he is going clear off to St Louis. I shan't ever see him again. Are you going to Lina?''
 ''Acb. ia, Lima, said he, softly.
 "Is Lima nice? Is she your sister"
 Frederick the Great undid his necktIe, and, unfastening gold locket from around his throat. showed the picture of fair-haired, round-cheeked German girl.
 s'Ob. that's Lima? She looks nice. Tll send her something's" said Kitty, tripping away.
 She came back with picture of a little cottage, gabled, with snow on roof, and glass glittering frost everywhere. A gigantic robin sat on an unknown tree in the foreground.
 That's for Lima, with my love-" she said, writing on it her name and mes- sage.
 A slight snow was falling as Fred erick the Great. free of his pack and with heart as light as sunshine, strode down the long street in St Louis. He had reached the end of his long march. Sixty three days tramping, tramping, he was at the end now. The gray twilight of late November day was settling around him, but he felt it not. In an hour more he should be with Lima. Her sweet voice would sound in his ear, and-Oh, what a world of things he had to say to Linal He could think of noth- ing, nothing but Lima, Lima! The fall ing snowf1akes were like the petals of flowers, so cool and soft on his face. The shops were past and the dwelling houses had begun.
 Nineteen hundred and twenty five! How often in his march had he pictured to himself this long street, with it's 2000 houses so like each other, and nothing on the outside to distinguish Lina's home from any other! She would be sitting behind the warm curtains in a room brightly lighted. He could see the light glint on her fair soft hair. Did she wear it in two long piaits still? Was she quite calm and undisturbed this evening! !! Did nothing whisper to her heart that Frederick was marching towards her, having done the 1000 miles.
 Nineteen hundred! Only 25 more we'll that the snow fell faster, for it cooled his forehead He felt on fire. Nineteen hundred and twenty! He leaped forward.
 Nineteen hundred and twenty five! At lastl But why so dark Ach, ia, the curtains were thick! He had forgotten. The'snow felt suddenly SO cold oh, so cold! He mounted the steps. His heart dumped heavily. It choked him. He stood opposite the door and groped for the bell Black windows, like eyes in deaths head, glared hideously at him, freezing his hearts blood. White scraggy fingers clawed at him in the windows. They seemed to drag him down to black depth, where it was so cold, and the scraggy white fingers made the words To Let in the black windows.
 "A very singular case in the ward to- day, my dear; man found almost frozen to death, half covered in snow on the steps of one of those empty houses lower down the street.
 'sAh, poor wretch drunk, I suppose: overcome by the cold. 2
 HNo," said the doctor; ssthat's the curious part of the thing. Not sign of drink, past or present, on him. Such splendid fellow, too !-six foot two, with chest like Hercules, and such legs! You should see them -or, rather, you shouldn't. Muscles of iron and tendons of whipcord, by love! Looks like Greek athlete of the best period. Every Drgan sound as a drum; made to last till he is 80.''
 "Well, what's the matter with him? p said the doctors wife.
 T don't know"
 ssWhat foes he say ?'
 Nothing he won't answer any ques- tions, but just stares with stony eyes and his teeth clenched as if with lockjaw."
 The next day the doctors wife in- quired:
 ssHow about the sick Hercules? Has he spoken? Is he better?''
 No; he's not. He's dying, by all the signs of the zodiac? And there's noth- ing the matter with him Confound him, believe it's pure cussedness." The doctor dashed his fur gloves down angrily. He was young and tender hearted, and couldn't bear to see his patients die.
 Has he spoken? Can't yon find out his people2 If he is dying poor fellow, they should knoW.''
 'sCan't find out anything except an ad- dress written all over in odd corners of his clothes on linen with marking and sewed to the lining:
 Lima Kruger,
 Care of Mrs Wentworth,
 1925 l Street, St Louis, That's all, except good pocketful of | forget how mnch--and an ab- surd card Christmas card--written by | a child-sKitty to Lima, with her love. , ssDid you send to Mrs WentwOrth's, at | 1925 ? Don't they know?n asked his wife. l That's just the odd thing. 1925 is the l empty house where he was found appar- antlv dead.''
 Then it's mystery, and must find | it out. I believe it's romance, and | Lima was his wife, or Mrs Wentworth, | and he has come to make up the quarrel, or-or-ss
 ITO murder them all. said the doctor. 'sAs you are making up romance, why E not have it nice and buggy, you know, Be quiet. I'm coming to the hospital with you.
 There he lies, just like that; a mo- 5i0nless stone image, with starring, hard- set eyes, and we can't do anything with him, except by main force get q little food sometimes between those teeth of K