The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1901-06-21
lich. at Munich she was in Heidelberg.

mich. at Munich she was in Heidelberg,
and so on and SO on. 1t was truly dis
couraging. The vaguest rumor brought
me TO the railway, Pembroke laughing
and grumbling, always at my heels.
At last | wrote to Phyllis. 1t was the
one hope left Her reply was to the eff
feet that She too, did not know where
her sister was, that she was becoming
q puzzle TO her and concluded with the
advice to wait till the coronation, when
Gretchen would put in ali appearance,
her presence being imperative. SO
weeks multiplied and became months,
winter passed, the SHOWS fell from the
mountains, the floods rose and subsid-
ed. summer was at hand with her
white boughs and green grasses. May
was blooming into June. Still Gretchen
remained in obscurity.
81 shall be a physical wreck" said
Pembroke when we finally returned to
B, IF you keep this up much Ion
ger"
Look at me!' was my gloomy re-
joinder.
well, you have that interesting pal
lor." he admitted, (which women as
cribe to lovers"
Thrusting my elbows on the table,
buried my chin in my hands and star
ed. After awhile l said, Il do not be-
lieve she wants to be found"
THAT has been my idea this long
while" he replied, "only did not wish
to make you more respondent than you
were"
One morning when l had grown out.
wardly calm | said to Pembroke, phil
ip, shall go with you 10 India"
Here is a letter for you," he replied.
1T may change your plans"
My mail since leaving the journals
tic field had become so small that 10
receive a letter was an event. Inside
of the envelope l discovered only six
words, but they meant all the world 10
me. "She is here at the inn" 1t was
unsigned. l waved the slip Of paper
before Pembrokes eyes.
"She is found!" l cried.
"Then go in search Of her." he said.
"And you will go with meT'
BY the way, here Is an article in the
Zeitung on the coming coronation of
her serene highness the Princess Eliza
beth of Hohenphalia. I'm afraid that
| shan't be present to witness the
event" He thrust the paper into my
hands and approached the window, out
of which he leaned and stared at the
garden flowers below. when | asked
her why it could not be, she answered
that she had no love to give in return
for mine"
"She may change her mind" l said,
putting a hand on his. Most women
do"
"But there are exceptions" he re-
piled, regarding me with earnest eyes
as if to read what was going on behind
mine There are some women who
never change. Her highness is one of
these. AS | remarked before, she has
no love to give me. 1t is gone, and as
it is gone without reward she will
make no attempt to recall it TO give TO
another. l love her all the more for
that. The game fate plays with our
hearts is a cruel one. For one affinity
there are ten unfinished lives. Her
highness loves a good man."
My hand fell from his, and l went
over to the window. This was the first
intimation he had given to me that he
knew the secret, the secret which had
made me so sad, the secret which |
tried not to believe.
"You are determined to go to India?"
l said without turning my head. l
could find no other words.
Eyes. 1t will be the best thing in
the world"
you will promise to writer
whenever | strike the post. Marry
and be happy. 1t is the lot of the
few"
That night he started for Bombay by
the way Of England, and the next
morning put out for the feudal inn.