Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-10-17

rather here. / wish that could have the
wild wallis of the white Emperor ground
should like to ezfsraW the flaming letters:
10 the memory of a true king"
For II l am my fdther's true son. then
would be now Il my:mother had not gone
to my brother in his cell For that pill
srimass I shall never forgive her.
- Tony and stisei are both gone; had
changed SO much. / hardly know how it
was once. And thAt|is good;
Today I had ! seed e with the count He
forgot himself AIIe Warmed me. made repre-
OF myself! Made representations about
whst' AooutHmy behavior toward my
She is on the ALPINE farm. where I sent
ner some time ago. and l have not been
there to see her.
But to make representat lions to mel This
fellow to me! would have given him
his dismissal at once but he has something
In his eyes that reminds me of his sister.
! conquered myself. held myself together,
did not even say to his face: You love
my wife, love her as madly as love your
sister. you fool!" ~
I achieved it to remain perfectly calm.
even friendly. Oh 1 can dissemble well.
MY father could do it, too, that true king.
He dared, too. to reproach me with my
senseiess splendor. He did actually dare
to use the word ''senseless" And he said
that ne would have to demonstrate to the
king because my allowances, splendid as
they were. would not begin to suffice, and
was hurting myself irretrievably into debt.
But l contained myself-because of his
eyes.
Tomorrow I will go up to the Alpine
farm. however.
Once upon a time
The webs of spiders fit through the
air in silvery threads and long chains of
wild fowl sail high overhead toward the
south, toward the sun. 1t is autumn, 1t will
be winter and the spring was 'once upon
time
All around on the Alpine farm was the
glory of autumn. But l thought not of it;
only of the fact that must dissemble and
that 1t was not so difficult after all. Even
the WISE clear eyes of the mistress of the
farm must be deceived by me, and l was
almost glad TO think of it.
sent my adjutant into the house to seek
the mistress. Where to find Jud ca l knew
l went through the garden, gay with asters
ana -dahllas, and reached the hawthorn
hedge There l saw her sit on the little
green bench under the wild apple tree; she
who had been my good genius-through one
single rapturous spring night, as it seemed
to me now.
But she did not sit motionless, bowed with
sorrow as had feared. She was merry, as
mad never seen her, and had child
her lap. a tiny thing with a tangle of gol-
den curls. She held it high in the air, and
Siiiu JCuiCd DOtn laughed fnefffly-
linen L stepped forth. With the child in
her arms Jud!ca ran toward me.
L saw 1t, saw that it was charming and
poetic but could not feel it. And l was
not even sorry.
She Id not complain because I had not
written, because l had not come before;
nor did she weep with joy because l had
come at last. She was all joy over the
strange child. Ever and again she held it
toward me as If it were wonder, an in
credible wonder.
Yes, and think! 1 find that the child
looks like you!'
Like me! This strange boy?"
II know 1t is fool sh. But look at him.
Whose child is it,"
'Loisl's'
had to leap up and turn away. My face
must have been frightfully distorted. And
l felt fierce desire to tear the boy out of
her arms and g"
What is this that happens to me now and
then? -
red mist spreads before my eyes Ike
smoking blood. e
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