Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1914-11-04
The Daily Story
A Heart-By Geo rye Van Setback
Copyrighted, 1914 by Associated Literary Bureau


The professor by this time b..
down until his sharp elbous os''
upon his knees and his. fare 'ssel
the hollow of his hand vas
Once j heard Won savi,
mother that did not respond - :. ~
ment. That was the little M, ~
Fritzel. dear. for indeed 7 WITT .al.
responded to a kiss from vour 1 =
lips. How wonderfully the nres.us ase
your arms might have snlled n.
ruly throbbing of that heartr -
times In the morning you wers
prised to find me looking ever a.
better. Do you know the
Fritzel? 1t was because durins =
long, long nights ] dreamed tb.,
mad come to me and Whispered Z. -
sweet things more potent than a..
Poor little Lolita. Poor I,,t,a e.
cried the professor. eA''
Truly, dearest, loved vor
the end and always understood NJ.
was only one among the myriad -
that were throbbing all the word ~.
for things that could not no ".
was that of a great man unor =
lips the world hung in order m -
to marvellous wisdom and from -
pen flowed a stream that rnas,,
and joy and life renewed for surs-.
mankind. was Ike a humble ~.
shipper of a great sun, which hrs,
and scared me ere / could raac, :
Your strength was too great for n.
child at your feet your thoughts :.
lofty. and it was this that left he,
hole for the little mistake. You e,.s
not see that the unruly heart th,,s
bed on your account; that every st.,
OF 1t was entwined about you. En-
could you have known ftp
The professor could not answer n.
was listening, haggardly, to things IN.
which his philosophy had never d..
ed. Within his breast were wakr,
regrets and longings from which !.
had always thought himself immups
"Fritzel. DEAR" she continued-sri
from her lips his boyhood's nsu.
sounded wondrously sweet-"you rps
not grieye over that little misth
for l have very long been rem.
ciled to it. Sometimes / was pleas.s
to think that you were not able to ..
You were always so good and kind
me that perhaps if your vision had bss
clearer you might have been draw,
away from your great work. Yourm
lection for the child companion 4
your boyhood days might have chanel
into a great compassion, and tint
might have led you to offer me tas
great and only remedy-a place within
your heart And then should have
chung to you. as the ivy around tie
pax, and perhaps / should have hinder.
ed your full development Since my
head is only as high as your breast.
you would have been compelled to look
1t lower levels and TO give TO love
some of the passion you have bestowed
lpon research. The quiet of your
might even have been dis
,urbed by the music of baby notes. b!
he cries of Il little thing that would
nave been flesh of your flesh, and
would also have claimed its share Of
your love and minutes out Of your
,usy hours. Doubtless everything hap
,ened for the best, since my heart was |
My one of Il series, as you said, while
our personality was that OF one too
,reat to notice such little things"
1T was that of a blind person.
ried the old professor, with one hand
Iard pressed upon his breast. 1T was
hat of one who could not see that
ove like yours is the very best anG
.reatest reward a man can strive for.
"Oh, Fritzel, dearestp' she exclaimed
Ike n mother seeking to console nun
hid. II fear now that your goodness
, leading you away and bringing %
GU emotions that do not beft Lean
d professor. Just see how mucn
ave disturbed you in these few ne
lents, | should indeed have been
reat hindrance to you. l am glad tHz'
on never saw. that you were ne'a
ompelled, TO be the slave OF two loves
etween which you might have failen
, the level of other men. L VIII ~
ow. dear Fritzel. and | implore you
!, have no regrets. You nave DeeH
,eing me with the eyes of forty years
20 and looking at my heavy tresses
nd big. young eyes. But in truth you
light TO see me as the old womah
,ould now be. with the tresseS laileA
lie eyes no longer deep and lonsms
Id nothing left of youth but my "''
# you. Goodby. Fritzel. and pear
avs with you the memory Oh
attitude for your kindness ana ~
eness to me In the old days!
''Must you-must you iea'e'
led despairingly.
Yes. dear love. like the dreams
nth and the odor of flowers -
we faded and the music OF som.
at have passed away. But l isa
~ nv heart. the heart you have Esr
many years" ,A
Dear beartr' cried the old man. s0e
ng. IA
rhe long remembered form pe'
,ay, and Professor DIR. Prv! 70
Ior Taubenfeder awoke with SUE
: eyes. He was Grasping No o." !,
ecimen from the finest eolieeuVn .,,b
,rope. in hands that trembied VIZ
2 palsy of great emotions