The Morris County chronicle., 1901-08-23
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BARON'S STORY
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We called him "Mr. Smith," but we
all knew that he was baron. When
he was i'll, his thirst for sympathy
made him unusually effusiye. l called
on him every evening. Once, q few
days before his death, he detained me
until daybreak. He was full of pathos
and sad humor, and he told me much
of his past life. He was apparently
ashamed of this mood of his and vainly
struggling against it. AT last he raised
himself from his pillow, with gesture
of despair, saying:
"It's no use trying to be strong and
manly and SO forth and so on when the
machine is all out of gear. We old folk
are like babies. We want people to cud-
die us, to sigh over us. We are hungry
for attention"
l must add that with all his talkative-
ness and sentimentality and in spite of
his sincere aversion to being addressed
as baron there was something in his
bearing and manner of speaking which
kept reminding one that he was a
baron after all.
The story of Countess NJ, who
brought him to New York, where he
was to "cease being German without
becoming an American" as he put it, is
one of the episodes l heard from him
that night
Her father, a Polish nobleman in re-
duced circumstances, settled in Ger
Cal,,
sublicutenant. The young mans regi-
ment was stationed in a humdrum
out of the way town, and the advent of
the countess (she was young widow
made stir.
"She was pretty. That goes without
saying" he said. with the wistful look
which scarcely ever left his peaked
sallow face during that week. "But by
telling you this / tell you nothing, for
her real power over me was something
which marred her good looks rather
than enhanced them. She had a queer
way of avoiding to meet your glance
when she spoke to you which did not
become her. At first | made up my
mind that she was an affected, disin-
genuous creature. prided myself up
on my insight into human nature i'll
those days 1t was my mother who had
put that notion into my head. was
her pet. don't you know; so she was
forever discovering some new sort of
genius in me. | was a prophet of the
human soul among lot of other good
things, and for some reason this title
pleased me more than anything else.
In other words, | heartily agreed with
her that was a prophet and so forth
and so on. Well when met the count
ess for the first time and found that
she could not look me full in the face |
said to myself Liars look like that
Il was rather elated by this manifes-
tation of my wisdom, | can tell you
that, but soon had to change my mind
about the young woman. | saw her
again and again, and two months had
well as I did my sister. Well, she turn
ed out to be the most truthful and sin
cere person ! had ever seen. AS to her
habit of looking away from her inter-
locutor, it was an nborn trick. due to
some sort of kink in her nervous sys-
tenn, | suppose. However it may have
been, those unsteady, bashful eyes OF
hers disturbed my peace of mind and
were the source of the whole trouble
Why doesn't she look upY Dashed If
| don't get her to stare me straight in
the eyes for ten minutes together and
so forth and so on. She was candor it.
self, and if any one was bashful it was
l rather than the countess, yet l was
crazy TO put her at her ease, to gain hel
| full confidence. The prophet of the
human soul was simply a hopeless fool
| That was the long and short of it. OF
course did not give up the struggle, as
some ordinary mortal might have done
| Prophetlike, | took to philosophizing
generalizing, calling into play my in
sight
with flourish of trumpets made
the discovery that it was the mystery
of those eyes of hers which was trou
bling my brain and my heart The re
| suit was the same as when doctor
puts on learned airs and makes men
! tai note of the diagnosis in his pa
tents case. Look here, If Shakespeare
really thought there was nothing in ;
name he was grievously mistaken.
name is either worse than nothing o.
| everything When the doctor does no
know what ails me. be knows at Ieas
that he does not know. Let him ar
rive at the conclusion that am suf
fering from something with certain
double breasted Latin name to it, anC
he will think he has seized the devil by
his tail. Yet all he has actually caugh
is some big Latin word. That's all
Mysterious look indeed Phrases Of
this kind are invented by story writers
to bamboozle their readers, and | in
vented mine to bamboozle my own self
All did know was that was in lov'
with the young countess-in love like ,
ninny, like an IDIOT"
| The countess brought with her som'
money but her father went through i