New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-06

ed Innumerable memories fitted through her
mind, all whispering, Gone forever Gone
forever"
The young wife took her hand and said;
go to father; he will need you. I will rest
here and look at my child"
The old lady nodded assent. She knew that
she could leave Linda alone now without anx-
ety
The latter lay still, and thought of the dear
ly loved voice which had said to her in the
night Fine, little one! Fine" She was ab.
sorbed in the memory of that voice; size
clothed herself with it as with a warming
mantle of love- She felt no longer the sharp
pangs of sorrow which had fOVnerly associ-
ated themselves with every thought of her hus-
band. A feeling Of tranquility and mild
interest in the future began to possess her
soul.
If it were only true that the dead did not
disappear utterly in the cold, blood-soaked
earth, II something Of them still lived still
worked, still had power to influence with mys-
terious power the hearts of those they left
behind How consong would be the assur-
ance that love is still stronger than death
that in spite of death it is still able to exert
its ancient mastery!
Seldom had Linda thought about such things
in her short life, which had been only merri-
ment and jest and playfulness-and then black
desperation. But now that she was mother
she must begin TO consider how her husband
would have wished her to feel and act. She
would yield obedently to his wishes, so that
once more in the darkness Of night she might
hear his voice whisper in her ear: Fine little
one! Fine"
Something moved in her arms. The infa't
body. She kissed him on his rosy cheek. Size
breathed the peculiar perfume Of his tiny body
"You shall have Fatherland," whispered
Linda. "You shall be a good Austrian, like
your father-just as he would like you to be-
And all at once it seemed to her as if she
could no longer keep her happiness to herself
that she must proclaim it and share it with
others.
She reached with her right hand for the
silver bell which stood on a side table, and
rang it. She cried, her eyes shining, TO the
old Baroness:
II cannot sleep or rest. Bring Father and
the Sisters, | want them to see my child"
When the old Baron Kadden, followed by the
two black figures of the widowed daughters,
entered the room, Linda summoned all her
strength. She was still pretty weak, but she
wanted to make a little speech, and to make
it in German. She had TO think over every
word, for she didn't care to make any blunders.
She held the child up to the gray, bent old
man, while her pretty face shone with the ra-
dance of maternal love:
Father it is Christmas. See, give you
my little Christ child-my son. | do not want
to have him for my own. lie shall belong to
all Of us--to the whole house of Kadden. To
you-and to you"
She smiled at her two ssters-in-law.
"You must all help me to make him a good
mother"
Linda, Linda, has a miracle happened?"
asked the old man in amazement and agitation,
while he took the child and looked at the latest
offshoot of his ancient race
"Yes, it is really miracle" answered Linda
softly. "A Christmas miracle. ] believe now
that our dead live. How they do don't know.
But feel strength and love in my heart which
dead man has given me- and have no other
wish than TO let him guide me-"
Teach us all that my daughter" said the
old Baron Kadden solemnly. II thank you for
myself and for my house. Our Fatherland
blooms anew in this child, which has been born
to us. And so we will hope and trust that the
spirits Of our dead will instil into US strength
and faith, in order that we may be able to lift
the newest generation up out Of the gloom of
to-day into the bright sunshine of a happier
future"