Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-06-07

memory TeeDle. Cn1y his great phys ical strength remained through his long illness. A few sympathizing travellers furnished him with means to reach his native village, many miles away. He found his family had heard of the loss of the Englishman and the guides and had believed he was one of them Al ready he was forgotten.
 Ven you vos once peliefed to be det," said Ruetli after a philosophic pause and puff, 'it vos not goot to on < deceif peoples. You oopsets somedings soomdimes always Der hole dot you hef made in de grount, among your frients and your family vos covered up alretty. You are loocky if you will not flint some vellers shtanding upon 1t. My frent, ven you vos dink det, shtay det. be det, and you will Tiff happy"
 'But your sweetheart?' I said eager ly.
 A slight glean of satire stole into Ruetli's light eyes. My sweetheart ven vos dinks det is der miller engaged do bromply It is mooch better dan te man dot vos boor and pint and grazy. So! Yell, der next day pids dem gootpy, and from der door say: I am det now, but ven I next cooms pack alife shall dis fllage puy-der lants, der houses, all togedders. And den for yousellufs look oudtY 7"
 Then that's your revenge? That is what you really intend to dor" said half laughing. yet with a vague, un- easy recollection of his illness and en- feebled mind.
 "Yes. Look here. show you some dings." He opened a drawer of his desk and took out what appeared to be some diagrams, plans and a small water colored map, like surveyors tracing. Look" he said, laying his finger on the latter; dot is a map from my fllage. I hef myselluf made it out from my memory. Dot" pointing to a blank space, lis der mountain side high up so far. It is no goot until will tunnel make or de grade lefel. Dere yos mine fader's house; dere vos der church, der schoolhouse; dot vos de burgomaster's house," he went on, pointing to the respective plats in this odd curving parallelogram of the noun tain shelf. 'tSo vos the fillage when
 
 cen hoondred and feefty. Now you shall see him shoost as will make him ven go back. He took up another plan, beautifully drawn and colored and evidently done by professional hand. It was a practical yet almost fairylike transformation of the same spot. The narrow mountain shelf was widened by excavation, and boule- yard stretched on either side. A great hotel not unlike the one in which we sat, stood in an open terrace, with gar dens and fountains-the site of his fathers house Blocks of pretty dwell ings, shops and cafes filled the inter mediate space. I laid down the paper.
 "How long have you had this idea ?''
 s'Efer since I left dere, fifteen years ago."
 "But your father and mother may be dead by this timer"
 "So! But dere will be odders. And der blace-it will remain"
 "But all this will cost a fortune, and you are not sure"-
 t'I know shoost vot 1t will gost, to cend"
 "And you think you can afford to carry out your idea r
 1T will affort it. Ven you shall make some moneys and go to Europe you shall see will infite you dere first. Now coom and look der house around" !" I did not make ''some moneys" but \ did go to Europe. Three years after this last interview with RuetM was coming from Interlaken to- Berne by rail I had not heard from Him, and had forgotten the name of his village, but as I looked up from the paper I was reading suddenly recognized him an the farther end of the same com 1 partment I occupied. His recognition of me was evidently as sudden and unexpected to himself After our first hand grasp and greeting said: ''And how about our new village"
 'Dere is no filage"
 "what? Have you given up the ddea?"
 "Yes. There is no f1lage, olt or new.''
 i 4sI don't understand"
 He looked at me moment. "You have not heard?"
 "No."
 He gently picked up a little local guidebook that lay. in my lap and