The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-01-16
CHAPTER IL

CHAPTER IL.
The professor was sometimes in the hall
starting out for a walk wnen Miss Blake
came downstairs ready for the long tramp
that she loved His grum inquiry always
discovered that he was going in her direc-
ton, and they would SET off together, the
professor for the first yard or two holding
himself straight and trying not to shuttle.
To be sure the skirts of his overcoat did
NOT get in his way now. He had missed
the aggravatng swish of the fulness; but
when in a fit of observation he had exam
ined the coat. he had found inside the old
strap on which his name was printed. So
he could not have taken somebody else's
coat in mistake.
He was looking for his stick one morn
ing when Miss Blake came into the hall
She was a methodical person, and every
morning started for her walk at ten pre-
cisely.
Hmm said the professor, suddenly dis
covering his stick on the peg where it al
ways hung; going fer your constitu-
tionai?"
She blushed at the familiarity of the
question.
Eyes, professor. isn't It perfect day?"
shopping"
mo, l thought of walking across the
| lake
Him! 1 have business at the Hob
wald."
The Hohwald was restaurant at the
other end of the lake. The sun had not
yet climbed the Jakobshorn, and as they
came out of the hotel the cold was like
sharp knives in their faces. But when
| they turned the corner by the Haus Bar
atelli the village of Davos Dorfi lay be-
| fore them shining in sunlight.
The light glistened on the peaks of the
| Schiahorn standing out against a pale
| blue sky, and the chalet windows flashed
and glanced in the sunrise.
The milkman's sleigh came along the
| road with tinkle of bells, and the milk
| man took off his hat when he saw Miss
! Blake.
"Confound him! thought it was the
doctor" grumbled the professor, crush
| ing his wideawalSe over the bald place
! that the cold had bitten.
! Don't confound him." said Miss Blake
with gay little laugh. He is a friend
of mine. He and Babette are betrothed.
| They will be married soon"
| Very foolish-very foolish young peo-
| pie" grunted the professor
| II think they are very WISE
lie pulled himself up, and stabbed the
| snow with his stick. There was a threat
ening CLEAN behind the blue goggles.
What? what? And I thought you
sensible woman, remaining single because
you saw the folly of matrimony."
II am not single for cnoice'' she said
cheerfully. NO one ever asked me to
marry"
mo one? HIM! Strange-very strange.
extraordinary! Then, like me. YOU have
never been in love?"
They We're close to the little church that
| spread itself across the road at the foot
of the Dorhi hill. The tower was on the
other side, square and plain, crowned bv
two tiers of arched windows supporting
! cupola. The whitewish was stained
| with age but the stains were rose. and
blue, and green, youths colors Through
the tower window could be seen the bells
| hanging silent
Miss Blake turned away from the blue
| goggles, and regarded the cupola that
| hlnted of the east The weathervane above
1t showed that the wind was in the north.
ter eyes dropped to the church door
Win It's brass slit under the Armen Kasse.
Ihey talk of pulling down this quaint
Old church" she said to the professor.
! 'lcohoeiasts" he grow.ed "One of the
! hhest specimens of the Romanesque in
huence. When they pull it down they will
run up hdeous hotel in its place"
Il hope NOT" she said.
They passed the church and climbed the
hill in silence When the road sloped
again the professor spoke.
''Tush! What is the use of marriage?
| What is the end of Il? Eh?"
For most women the end of marriage
IS to mend stockings" said Miss Blake
He gave her another sharp glance. Rut
no, she could not possibly know that Re
sides, his conscience acquitted him. II
| must be weeks since he had worn a hole
in his stockings
The man who burdens himself with
! wife is a fool" he said, testify. "He mills
down his tower of silence embodyna the
finest influences Of the past. and runs nm
in its place a noisy gathering hotel"
The AXE was before them, its level snow
| edged by road and pine-wood Under the
! three peaks of the Grunen Thurm the hin
! was dotted with brown chalets from which
| came the PARKWAY music of COW bells
| The snow glittered on the hill side. every
crystal a flash and a CLEAN; bur the road
| was In shadow 1t wound darkly on to
the stony form of the Todten-Alp, the dead
mountain on which no living thing would
| grow. At the end of the lake was the
| Hohwald, TO which they were bound
The sun climbed over the Seehorn and
| flashed on the lake a sudden many-colored
! geam like a rainbow.
Miss Blake stopped, exclaiming. The
! professor shuffled on briskly
| Very fne-vcry fine effect;-the blocks
! Of Ice they are cutting from the lake, you
| know"
| As they crossed the lake they saw the
blocks standing in squares and circles.