Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1901-08-20
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BARON'S STORY
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS.

"
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 ELUSIVE. | called
on him every evening. Once, 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 a gesture
Of despair, saying:
Its no use trying to be strong and
manly and 50 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"
/ must add that with all his taIkative-
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 CT Countess NJ. who
brought him to New York, where he
was to cease being a German without
becoming an American" as he put 1t, is
one of the episodes heard from him
that night.
Her father, Polish nobleman In re-
duced circumstances, settled in Ger
many when Herr Schmidt" was a
sublicutenant. The young mans regi-
ment was stationed in humdrum,
out of the way town, and the advent of
the countess (she was a young widow
made a 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 III
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 a 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 l3ek me full in the face
said to myself. Liars look like that.
Il was rather elascd By this manifes-
tatiop of Ely 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
scarcely passed before knew her as
well as | did MY sister Well. she turn
ed out TO be the most truthful and sim
cere person | had ever seen. AS to her
habit of looking away from her inter-
locutor. ii was an Unborn 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 up?' 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 caudor it.
self. and If any one was bashful it was
rather than the countess, yet was
crazy to put her at her ease. to gain her
full confidence The prophet Of the
human soul was simply hopeless fool.
That was the long and short Of 1T. OF
course did not give up the struggle. as
some ordinary mortal might have done.
ProphetlIke. took to philosophizing,
generaIlzing. calling into play my IN
sight
with flourish of trumpets made
the discovery that 1t 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 q doctor
puts on learned airs and makes men
tai note Of the diagnosis In bis pa
tents case Look here. If Shakespeare
really thought there was nothing In a
name he was grieyously mistaken. A
name is either worse than nothing or
everything. When the doctor does not
know what ais me. he knows AT least