The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-01-21
] l..

Ada his arm, which she accepted. lean
ing against him with a gentle. clingins
movement of her whole figure. There
they stood. letting their dreamy eyes
wander over the woods. the river and
the city. They would have forgotten
the castle and the entertainment had
not the subdued notes of the dance
music reached them from the ballroom
whose windows opened upon the bal
cony on the opposite side of the facade
Milling the night with low harmonies
which were continued in the vibrations
of their own nerves
At this moment the clock in the
Marktbreit steeple struck struck II, di-
rectly after the sound of night watch
mans horn was heard. and a wailing
voice, rising In the sleeping streets of
the city, called Il few unintelligible
words.
What was that?" Ada whispered.
The night Watchman, according to
the custom of the country, called the
hour with verse;" replied Bergman.
A few minutes later the call was re-
peated, this time nearer. and so dis.
tinctly that 1t could be understood. The
night Waterman, with mournful en-
phasis. sung:
Twelve strokes Times limit do teach
thee.
H''ah' 'hihh VI my HiOTlullty.
Life In your Germany Is like a fairy
tale, said Ada. after repeating the
verse to herself: "everything is so
dreamy, so pervaded with poetry"
Then stay In our Germany, stay with
u.s. he pleaded, softly his voice ex-
pressing far more than his words.
She shook her little head sorrowfully.
Il came five years too late"
DO not say that" replied Bergman,
pressing the bare arm which rested on
ms closely to his side. How old are
you now?'
1t did not occur to her to smile or to
answer 1t. according to the ordinary
custom OF women, with an affected re-
ply. She said, instead. as simply as a
child:
Twenty three"
And at twenty three would It be too
late to seek and strive for happiness In
life? When sorrow has been expesi-
enced so young, 1t can surely be re-
garded as childish disease, and there
rs nothing to be done except to forget
II as quickly as possible"
Ada gaZed fiXedly into vacancy, say
Ing. as If lost in thought:
mo, no. That is not so. There are
injuries which are incurable. The
mother of two children is old at twenty
three. S'nce she can no longer offer q
man tie full happiness of love. Sne has
no right to expect it from him.
He was about to answer. but with q
hasty movement she placed her slender
finger on her lip. saying:
Hush! Not another word on this
subject. "I.ook"-and her hand pointed
down to the park.
From a bow window i'm the castle n
powerful apparatus was sending a
broad stream of electric light into the
darkness. 1t often changed and moved,
being thrown now here, then there.
In its course 1t illumined the tops of the
trees with a faint, livid phosphores-
cence. interwove the shrubbery with
fantastic gliding spots of light, and
gave the turf. wherever 1t was visible,
the appearance of a strip of glitterng
glacier. In the distance, where the
light was lost in the dense groups of
trees, it produced the Illusion of indis.
tinct shapes cleaning out there for q
moment and then vanishing. 1t seemed
as II one could see something mysteri-
Gus moving or standing, perhaps a hui
man form, wrapped In floating robes,
perhaps white marble statue hidden
behind the foliage. perhaps mist,
gathering and scattering. Night moths
ana bats, fiuttering across the bar of
light out of the darkness in the dark
ness. shone brightly during the brief
period of their passage, then suddenly
vanished again like moss blown through
a flame. The electric light seemed to
make road through the park. spread
a silver carpet over it, and invite the
two who watched its course to walk
along this shining road to the distance
where the shadowy white shapes how
cred in the shrubbery, appearing and
disappearing.
The temptation was irresistible.
Let us go down. said Ada, and a
few minutes later, with a light mantilla
over her shoulders, she was walking
by his side over the creaking gravel of
the avenue and then over the noiseless
side paths.
How blissful is the wandering of n
handsome young couple with glowing
hearts In their breasts, through a moon
lit, fragrant SUMNER night! Their feet
do no: feel the earth on which they