Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1914-11-04

Wy lhls time had -
down until his sharp elbo,rs g. oeat
upon his knees and his fana rested
the hollow Of his hand. as 70
"Once heard you savi,.
mother that | did not respond - = ~
ment. That was the little r - aea''
Fritzel. dear, for indeed I wo,,s aEe.
responded to kiss from vor. nave
lips. How wonderfully the ~ eeaf
your arms might have stilled ~ q
ruly throbbing of that heart, ~ "
times In the morning you wa.s 'O'ae
prised to find me looking ever - sl'
better. Do you know tha . a
Fritzel? 1t was because dur,rr
long, long nights i dreamed tbs.
had come to me and Whispered ~ ~
sweet things more potent than -,
Poor little Lolita. Poor l,t,la g
cried the professor. s''i'
Truly, dearest, loved vor -,
the end and always understood NJ III
was only one among the myriad -
that were throbbing all the word or.s
for things that could not be W.
was that Of a great man upon uho..
lips the world hung in order m No.. -
to marvellous wisdom and from -
pen flowed a stream that meant ho1.
and joy and life renewed for snrs-sss
mankind. / was Ike a burnb,a IS
shipper of a great sun, which hur,a.
and scared me ere / could reach !.
Your strength was too great for N.
child at your feet, your Thoughts -.
lofty. and it was this that left Ioor
hole for the little mistake. Yor cors
not see that the unruly heart tbroh
bed on your account; that every sbe,
OF it was entwined about you. How
could you have known itg''
The professor could not apswsr q.
was listening, haggardly, to things ,n,a
which his philosophy had never deIy.
ed. Within his breast were vakin,
regrets and longings from which n
had always thought himself immune
"Fritzel. dear" she contingencies
from her lips his boyhood's mama
sounded wondrously sweet-"you INNS.
not grieve over that little mis,aks
for have very long been recon.
ciled to it. Sometimes 1 was pleased
to think that you were not able to $40
You were always so good and kind to
me that perhaps if your vision had been
clearer you might have been drawn
away from your great work. Your at.
lection for the child companion Of
your boyhood days might have changed
into a great compassion, and that
might have led you TO offer me the
great and only remedy-a place within
your heart. And then / should have
chung to you. as the ivy around the
oak, 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
at lower levels and to give to love
some of the passion you have bestowed
upon research. The quiet of your
might even have been dis
turbed by the music of baby notes, By
the cries of a little thing that would
have been flesh Of your flesh, and
would also have claimed its share Of
your love and minutes out Of your
busy hours. Doubtless everything hap
pened for the best, since my heart was
only one of Il series, as you said. while
your personality was that Of one too
great to notice such little things"
ut was that of a blind person!
,ried the old professor, with one hand
hard pressed upon his breast 1T was
hat of one who could not see that
owe like yours is the very best ana
greatest reward a man can strive ior.
"Oh, Fritzel. dearest! she exclaimed
ike Il mother seeking to console nun
.hild. II fear now that your goodness
S leading you away and bringing
you emotions that do not beft learn.
ID professor. Just see how much |
AVE disturbed you in these few mo
nents, | should indeed have been
,reat hindrance TO you. am glad thaI
-ou never saw. that you were he'e
compelled, to be the slave OF two loves
between which you might have laiiel
O the level of other men. VIII ~
low, dear Fritzel. and l implore !ou
o have no regrets. You nave Oee1
eeing me with the eyes of forty yeais
go and looking at my heavy tresSes
nd big, young eyes. But in truth !'s
ught 70 see me as the old woman
hould now be, with the tresses laiie-
he eyes no longer deep and ionens
nd nothing left of youth but my l0''
or you. Goodby. FritZel. ana pear
rays with you the memory Oh ~
ratitude for your kindness am
leness to me In the old days!
"Must you-must you iea'e'
ried despairingly.
yes. dear love. like the dreams
outh and the odor of flowers lD
ave faded and the music OF SUI
nat have passed away. But l "a
on my heart. the heart you have KEY
D many years" soA
Dear heart" cried the old man.
ing. "A
The long remembered form in.
way, and Professor DIR. PrlV! -
,lor Taubenfeder awoke win sne
~ eyes. He was grasping No o.
)ecimen from the finest eolieeu0n "a
urope. in hands that tremDleu W.
lie palsy of great emotions