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f A i ONLY A MONTH; OR, A CURIOUS MYSTERY EXPLAINED. a CHAPTER VIII.-(Cont'd) "You had better send for your bnsther at onoo," he said. "I sup- pose he will be at the office?" *'Oh, no !" she. said, trembling. "Frithiof is in England. But we will telegraph to him to conic borne." "'My poor child," said the old doctor, kindly, "if he is in Englaud it would be of no possible use ; he oould not be in time." "Oh! is there no hope?" she sob- bed. "No hope at all?" "Remember how much he is aparod," said the doctor, gently. VHe. will not suffer. He will not suffer at all any more." And so it proved ; for while many weut and came, and while the bad Uews of the bankruptcy caused Horr Qrouvold to pace the room like one distracted, and while Sigrid and Swanhild kept their sad watch, Horr Kalck lay in painless quiet, bis face so calm that, had it not been for an occasional tremor pass- Ing through the paralyzed limbs, they would almost have thought he was already dead. The hours passed on. At length bttle Swanhild, who had crouched down on the floor with her head in fiigrid's lap, became conscious of a ort of stir in the room. She looked up and saw that the doctor was bending over her father. "It is over," he eaid, in a hushed Toioe as he stood up and glanced toward the two girls. And Swanhild, who had never aeen any one die, but had read in books of death struggles and death agoniea, was filled with a great wonder. "It was so quiet," she said af- terward to her sister. "I never know people died like that ; I don't think I shall ever feel afraid about dying again. "But oh, Sigrid!" IK! the child broke into a passion of tears, "we have got to go on liv- ing all alone all alone!" Higrid ' breast heaved. "We three must love eah other very much, darling," le said, folding ber arms about Swanhild. "We njmi try and be everything to each oOie,r." The words made her think of Fri- thiof, and with a sick longing for his presence she went down-stairs again to speak to her uncle, and to arrange aa to how the news should be sent to England. Herr Gron- vold had never quite appreciated bis brother-in-law, and this had al- ways made a barrier between him and hw nephew and nieces. She found him in the sitting-room. He was still pale and agitated. "What must we do about telling Frithiof, uncle?" she said. I have thought of that," said Herr Gronvold. "It is impossible HI he could be back in time for funeral. This is Tuesday after- n, and he could not catch this week's steamer, which leaves Hull at nine o'clock to-night. The only thing ia to telegraph the news to him, poor boy. His beat chance now is to stay in England and try to find some opening there, for he has DO chance here at all." fiigrid caught her breath. "You mean that he had better not even come back?" "Indeed, I think England is the only hope for him," said Herr Qron- Toid. "He w absolutely penniless, and over here feeling will bo so trong agninst the very name of Falck that he would never work his way up. I will gladly provide for you and Swanhild until h is ablo to make a home for you ; but lie BUI it stay in England, there is no help for that." She could not dispute the point ny further; her uncle'n words had bown her only too plainly the true inclining of the word "bankrupt." Why, the very chair she was sitting on wan no longer her own ! A chill * paused over her as he glanced round the familiar room. In a sort of dreadful dream she. Hat watching '-4ft: uncle as he wrote the massage. to Frithiof, hesitating long over the wording of the sad tidings, and ever nd anon counting the words care- fully with his pen. It would oont good deal, that telegram to Eng- land. Higrid kivew that hr-r uncle would pay for it, and the knowledge kept ber lips sealed- "There, poor fellow," said Herr .,'Oronvold, "that will give him just thn facts of the caee ; and you niunt write fco him, Sigrid, and I, t< o, will write by the next mail.'' "I am afraid he can not got a letter till Monday," m.'d Sigrid. "No, there is no Kelp for that," aid Hrr Qronvold. "I .'hall do 11 that can be done with rejr\i-d the busineiw ; that he will know jquite well, and his return later on %oiild be a mere waste of time and loney. He must seek work in Lon jk>n without delay, and I havn told Vim no. Do you think this is kjlearl" II handed her the message h writtwa, and she rad it through, though oach word was like a stab. "Quite clear," she said, return ing it to him. "My dear." he said, kindly, "it Iws been a terrible day for you ; you had better go to bed and rest. Leave everything to me. I promise you all shall be attended to." "You are very kind," she said, yet with all the time a terrible crav- ing for something more than this sort of kindness, for something which was perhaps beyond Herr Gronvold ' power ot give. "Would you like your aunt or one of your cousins to spend the night here?" be asked. "No," she said; "I am better alone. They will come tomorrow. I I will rest now." "Very well. Good-bye, then, my dear. I will send off the telegram at once." She heard the door close behind him with a sense of relief, yet be- fore many minutes had passed, the dreadful quiet of the house seemed almost more than she could endure. "Oh, Frithiof; Frithiof! why did you ever go to England?" she moaned. And as she sat crouched together in one of the deep easy-chairs, it seemed to her that the physical Caintness, the feeling that every- thing was (tliding away from her, was but the shadow of the bitter reality. She was roused by the opening of the door. Her old nurse stole in. "See here. Sigrid," said the old woman. "The pastor has come. You will see him in here?" ''I don't think I can," uhe eaid, wearily. "He is in the dining-room talking to Swanhild." said the nurse; "you had better just see him a minute." But still Sigrid did not stir. It wa only when little Swanhild stole in, with her wistful, tear-stained face, that she even tried to rouse herself. "Sigrid," said the child. "Herr Askevold has been out all day with some one who was dying; he is very tired and has had no dinner ; he says if he may he will have supper with us." Sigrid at once started to her feet, her mind was for the moment di- verted from her own troubles, it was the thought of the dear old pastor tired and hungry, yet com- ing to them, nevertheless, which touched her heart. His few words of sympathy as he greeted her had been the first words of comfort which had reached her heart, and now, as he cut the bread and help- ed the fish, there was something in the very smallness and fineness of his consideration and care for them which filled her with far more gra- titude than Herr Gronvold's offer of a homo. Afterward ehe took him to her fa- ther's room, her tears stealing down quietly SB she looked once more on the calm, peaceful face, that would never again bear the look of strained anxiety which had of late grown so familiar to her. And then Herr Askevold knelt by the bedside and prayed. Slit could never quite remember in af tor days what it was that he said, perhaps she never very clearly took in the actual words ; but something, either in his tone or manner, brought to her the sense of a pres- ence altogether alwvf all the chang- es that had been or ever could he. As they rose from their knees and the old pastor took hor hand in his to wish her good-bye, ho glanced a little anxiously into her eves. Hut something he saw there comforted him. "God bless you, my child," he said. And again as they open<xl the. front door to him and he stepped out into the dark winterv night, he looked buck, and said : "God comfort you."^ Sigrid stood on the threshold, behind her the light*xl Imll, before hor the starless gloom of her outer world, her arm was round little Swanhild, and as she li.nl.- him good night, she smiled, one of those. brave, patient smilen ili.-ii are sad- der than tears. "The light behind her, and the dark In-fore," said the old pastor to himself, as he walked home wear- ily enough. "It is like her life, poor child. And yet I am some- how not much afraid for her. It is for Frithiof I am afraid." CHAPTER IX. When Frithiof found that instead of addreHging a nt.rnngcr at Hyde Park Corner, ho hail actually s|H)k- en to Hoy Boniface, hi* first feel- ing hnd li<-"n of mere blank aston- ishment. "I wish I had seen you a minute or two Blotter ; my mother and my sister weri in that carriage," said Roy, "and they would have liked In me.ot you. You must come and aee u some day, or are you quite too busy to spare time for uch an out-of-the-way place aa Brlxton 1" "Thank you. My plans are very uncertain," said Frithiot! "I shall probably only be over here for a few days." "Have you come across tho Mor- gans?" asked Koy, "or any of our other companions at Balholm?" In his heart he felt sure that the young Norwegian's visit was con- nected with Blanche Morgan. Fri- thiof knew this, and the question wax like a sword-thrust to him. But he had great self-control , and his voice was quite steady, though a little cold and monotonous in tone, as he replied : "I have just been to call on the Morgans, and have only just learned that their business relations with our firm are at an end. The connec- tion is of so many years' standing that I am afraid it will be- a, great blow to my father." Roy began to see daylight, and perceived, what had firet escaped his notice, that some great change had passed over his companion since they parted on the Sogne Fjord; very possibly the business relations might affect his hopes, and make the engagement no longer possible. "That was bad news to greet you," he said with an uneasy con- sciousness that it was very difficult to know what to say. "Herr l-'al.-k would feel a change of that sort keenly, I should think. What in- duced them to make it?" "Self-interest," said Frithiof, still in the same tone. "No,doubt they came to spy out the land in the summer. As the head of the firm remarked to me just now, it is impossible to sentimentalize over old connections business is bimi- ness, and of course they are bound to look out for themselves what happens to us is, naturally, no affair of theirs." Roy would not have thought much of the sarcasm of this speech <;KN. PASCHAL ouozco, Of Mexico, the maker and uomaker of Presidents. if it had not been spoken by any one else, but from the lips of such a fellow as Frithiof Falck, it start- led him. They wero walking along Picadil- ly, each of them turning over in his mind how he could best get away from the other, yet with an uneasy feeling that they were in some way linked together by that summer ho- liday, and that if they parted now they would speedily regret it. Roy, with the increasing consciousness of his companion's trouble, only grew more perplexed and ill at oa.se. "Do you know many people in London?" he asked, willing to shift his responsibility if possible. "No," snid Frithiof, "I do not know a soul." ''Then you will of course dine with me," he said, "since you have no other engagement." And Frithiof thanked him and ac- cepted the invitation. The ice once broken, they got on rather better. "What next," he said, as they found themselves once more in the street. "Since you go back noon we ought to make the most of the time. Shall we come to the Savoy? You must hear a !ill>ert and Sulli- van opera before you leave." "I am not in the mood for it to- nitrht " said Frit/hiof. "And it has just struck me that possibly my fa- ther may telegraph instructions to me- -he would have got Morgan's telegram thi morning. 1 will go back to the Arundel and nev" (To be continued.) . f. It is easy to appreciate the beau- ties of the simple life if you are not obliged to live it. One comfort about general mor- ality 1 that no human being ever begins to lie before being ablo to talk. NUDITY TUBERCULAR CURE MANY CHILDREN SAVED BT NEW TREATMENT Lie Without Clothes in Midwinter Sun in Mountains of SwiU zerlund. By exposing children without clothes to the sun's rays in midwin- ter at an altitude of 6,000 feet many remarkable cures of surgical tuber- culosis have been obtained in the mountains at Leysin, Switzerla-nd. It it a new method of treatment adopted by Dr. Rollier, and Ger- trude Austin, formerly of the Chil- dren's Hospital, London, who made a trip to Leysin, describes in the Medical Record what has been ac- complished. She pictures the mountains on a cloudless January morning, cov- ered with spotless, sparkling snow. Dr. Rollier gave her every oppor- tunity to study his methods and pa- tients. She says : "My first visit to the children is an event that I am not likely to for- get. It was with no little difficulty that I walked from my hotel down the steep winding road that leads to "Le Chalet," as every one in Ley- sin calls this diminutive hospital. The sun had not yet appeared above the mountain tops to soften the fro- zen snow, and progression was dif- ficult, not to say dangerous. The clinic is a picturesque wooden con- struction, A REGULAR SWISS CHALET, faces due south, and stands in a small garden, which in summer time is no doubt green and gay with flowery, but which on this cold Jan- uary morning was carpeted like everything eltse with pure white snow. 1 had planned to arrive betimes, for I wished to see the exodus of the children from the wards to the gal- leries. But as I stood upon the doorstop waiting for admission the eun rose above the mountain tops, and already there were sounds of merry laugihtor in the frosty morn- ing air. Happy voices were greeting the beneficent raj's, whose healing powers even the little ones appear to understand. They love this sun- shine, which gives them health and tak. away their pain, and it is th.y themselves, when able to do BO, who the moment the word is given i HIV), down the bedclothes and pull up and over their heads the night dress that is obligatory at other times. When I was taken by the matron out onto the first gallery my sur- prise knew no bounds. Who would have supposed that such dark-skin- ned, healthy-looking, little bodies could be found in a hospital, and above all who would have expected to see tiny children on a winter's day in January basking in the sun- shine as naked as when they were born, except for the quaint little calico hats which make such A STRARTLING CONTRAST with their brown skin. Most of them are in a recumbent position, some even lying face downwards, which does not seem to worry them at all ; the more fortunate ones are able to sit up, roll about in bed. and have a good time while all are revelling in their warm eunbath. A few are not yet fully exposed, it ia true, for they are newcomers and have not completed the necessary training which endows them with this extraordinary power of endur- ance. The latter have still the pale, weary faces which sickness gives, and it is easy to see that their so- journ at Leysin has been but a Bhort one. The children those who are well enough have morning lessons, as the doctor believes mental occupa- tion absolutely necessary. It is a privilege to take part in the*e, as it means convalescence has begun. At the head of the bed stands the teacher, as there it is impossible for the shadow of her body to interfere with the action of the sun's rays. "I think I can safely say," the writer says, "that few people have seen classes of sick children doing their lessons perfectly naked in mid- winter out of doors, all gay and happy and looking far stronger and healthier than many children who have no ailmenta whatever." 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