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In the Black Forest. | 53 of what use, now that the dawn in faintest glimmer was creeping up into the eastern sky? ‘The ‘“ Gesellschaft” might as well have gone on discoursing sweet sounds until breakfast, for sleep and rest had taken flight. The next morning the landlord apologised for the lateness of the performance. Never was apology less out of place. But he explained that one of the company (the player who had so charmed me in spite of all) was going away on a long absence—perhaps even for ever. Why, in the name of wonder, could mine host not have given me this information last night ? Irritated nerves would have been soothed, excuses made. I would even have sat up and taken part in these Ret Pr) {Me WA nit (lt WAN HAI Wy {ih y UNG f Wie x “Es = = = = ¥ CAPONE HAD uf ANN WaKiwaly 4 ” = = = : —_ =i a se <= aS 7 4 ) ‘ My \ ) WS \ A) ( t ( 2 ; MT » ‘ gs fp OS pam" (am =: piel woe al Wis Fe pie ow ul it “s r - - — ‘ts as ”—, .* é Paya ee, abe” ‘ (ap Stee hh I ee — Toa ee ei aan se ———ag ed aT = - f = = , r _ = = - ad y. f Sa , -\ ——— = ** « : , ‘cs orl ve ; i + eS = Ar 6 = ————SSS . j w At ot? eh ie —SSSSSSSSZ i LAs he, ‘ Ws -€ = ae x7 wes, pl Oy 4 ) , t> i - SCHONAU, “ midnight orgies,” and joined in their harmonies; in the end have passed round the loving cup and speeded the parting guest. No; things are left unsaid ; explanations are not forthcoming ; and it is all the fault of stupid people who will not speak at the right moment. The rough, that might have been so smooth, remains rough; the crooked is never made straight. All for the want of a few words in the right place. Verily, we miss our opportunities and live our lives as if they were all to come twice over ; not as if each passing sunset brought us nearer that day when the pulse must cease to beat, the heart, with all its emotions, must be stilled for ever. That morning, when the faint dawn in the east had given place to broad day, I found my way to the breakfast-room and to the apolo- gies of mine host. What could be said in return? Only that the next night I would accept his offer and ascend a stage in the world. COMmmiCMoOolkKS.€ (O)