Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1904-11-04
CHAPTER XVII.

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Ny figure, dressed in a respectable
dark suit and gray wide-awake, must
be beginning to be familiar object to
the railroad servants at the Berlin Cen
trail station, for this is the fourth day |
have haunted it's precincts, though 1t is
the first on WhiPh l may reasonably ex-
pect Maruscha. To-day, as 1 tread the
now well-known way between the Stein
Strasse and the station, my heart beats
high with a sort of quivering hope. One
moment I exult-Maruscha Is on her
way to me! In a few minutes | will
hold her in my arms with the conscious
ness that we part no more. The next
And if she should not be in the train
If my letter to her should have arrived
too late? Maruscha, my tender one, my
dove, is beating her bright wings against
the bars Of a vile cage, unable to fly to
me!
I enter the station and take my stand
beside the barrier, from whence l can see
the train arrive and the passengers leave
it. AS usual, am too early, and wait,
torn by conflicting hopes and fears. Then
I not only rouse, but become painfully
alert. | lean forward over the barrier,
expected train. I start nervously as the
piercing whistle smites my ear, and on
it comes gliding like some huge, snorting
sea monster, trailing its long jointed
tail after 1.-THE train that must con-
tain my Maruscha!
Hope dies a hard death! 1t lies in its
last throes when, with casual glances
cast on me where I stand prominent,
the stragglers pass by me, and no one
has claimed me. No little figure has dis
severed itself from the crowd and fut-
tered up to me; no little trembling, eager
hand has been placed on my arm.
| pause in the street and look aimless-
ly up and down. What shall do to slay
the weary hours that must intervene
before I may return to meet the evening
train from KonigsbeFg? AS Rosen is
engaged nearly all day, and l am debar-
red from relieving my feelings by pour
ing my troubles into his sympathetic ear,
I shrink from returning to the Stein
Strasse to sit alone between four walls.
Thinking thus l have been absently
watching the loading of couple of dros-
kes with the luggage from the two
trucks.
Baths of different shapes, including
shower bath, a folding chair, and a
folded campbell, have been bestowed on
one of the vehicles; portmaDteaus, trunks
and hat boxes on the other. All the
time, their owner has been Tuning, fuss
ing and shouting directions at the top
of his voice as to their disposal, to the
discontinue al the posters; for, as the
language he speaks is English, with an
occasional misapplied word in German,
they fail to understand his wishes, and
the end of all is confusion.
Confusion you, for idiots" the Eng
lishman shouts, beside himself with fury.
The seat, I want that on the seat be-
side me, you fools! Valuablen'
The chest in question, which is banded
with steel and is of considerable weight,
is being raised by two sulky porters to
the box. AS they understand not what
its owner is saying, they go on with
what they are busy, until unable to con-
tain himself, the Englishman thrusts one
Of them aside and lays hands on his prop
erty himself
Grasping one handle, he tugs vicious
" at 1t with the evident intention Of lift
ing the chest back to the pavement. One
end Of 1t rests on the box, and he twists
about to bring the other handle within
his reach. Involuntarily make q move
ment in his direction, the words in his
tongue rising to my lips.
THAT 10 toe heavy fer yeu, sir. Al
lew me to"
/ get NO further. ] see the chest COM
ina down, and though throw out my