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

turbed in its sleep. fluttered up before
them, and, stupid with slumber, flew
to neghboring bough. Ada some
| times Dlucked a flower. or cautiously
touched with her finger one of the
little glow worms, which in great num-
bers edged the path with their greenish
light. They went down to the inain
and back again to the park fence. fac
ing Marktbreit Just as they reached
| II the clock struck one. and the night
watchman blew his horn, and again
solemnly ,ntoned his oldfashioned
| melody:
"one thing, Lord God of truth. we want:
happy death to us all grant"
The full magic of the moment held
them both in it's thrall. Bergman pas
sionately clasped Ada's head between
| his hands. and pressed a long, ardent
kiss on her golden hair and her white
brow. Drawing Il long breath, she sub
mtted. not shrinking back until his
| burning lips sought hers. Their hearts
beat audiby as they continued their
| walk. and long pauses interrupted their
| faltering speech.
| What did they say to each other?
| Why repeat 1t? One who has never had
such conversations will not understand
| them, and one who has experienced
| them only needs to be reminded of
them. They are always the same.
Memories of childhood, rapture and ex-
traVagance, words of enthusiastic love,
words which create the slight tremor Of
the skin like a cool breeze on the caress
| of toying fingers. SO they walked Il
long, long time in the dark park, with
out needing the flight of time. far from
the world and unutterably happy.
II am tired. Karl" Ada said at last,
and leaned her head on his shoulder
They were near a low grassy bank. u
few PAGES from the central avenue. and
almost under the balcony of the castle.
but completely concealed by the dense
shadow of the over arching trees. Karl
spread his shawl over the bank and
the ground. placed Ada on it. and re-
clined at her feet, resting his head in
her lap. The balcony and the windows
and lights of the drawing room could
| all be seen from this spot. The window
still stood open. the notes of a piano
were heardand a voice began the song:
prom out my tears will bloom
Full many tiow'ret fair
A pretty. but somewhat cold, female
voice, with no special tenderness and
feeling. Yet the combined poesy Of
Henie and Schumann triumphed glo-
riously over the inadequacy of the exc
cution. The wonderful. choral-like
melody scared like the flight of swan
over the rapt pair. and completely dis
solved their souls in melody and love:
Before thy windows shall Isig
The song of the nightingale
sang the woman's voice above and the
accompanying piano completed the air
with an organ-like closing accord.
Before thy windows shall ring
The song of the nightingale
Karl softly repeated. in his beautiful
baritone, thrilling with an approaching
tempest of passion. his arms clasped
Ada's waist. and he gaZed up at her
with wild. flaming eyes. She beht down
to him and her lips met his, which near
ly scorched them. Leaning back, and
gently pushing his head away, she
whispered
I Don't repeat verses by Hene; say
something which is yours, and is COM
posed for me-
THAT l will. Ada" he cried, and,
kneeling before her. clasping her in a
close embrace and devouring her face