'll come back, I know, and then you will never leave me again.
Edwin! What a night! What a fate! I've examined my own hearty mentally
reviewed all your cruel, honest words--all are right--but here power
overcomes right. We belong to each other, Edwin, we were created for
each other from the beginning; how else would it have been possible for
your love to continue despite our separation, and me tardy, sorrowful
recognition that you're the only man, to whom I owe all I have and
am,--all; honor, life, soul, and body. You're going now, Edwin. You'll
try to forget me. Do so! You must first learn that all resistance is
unavailing, that when you do yield, you may submit to the superior
power of Nature without a murmur, without remorse. Then we'll be happy,
my beloved--I will make you happy. Oh! I'm so rich; my treasure was
only buried, evil spirits guarded the spot. But I know the word that
will break the spell--and it will be yours, and I shall know wherefore
I live. Till then farewell, unless it be a mockery to say it; for how
can you fare well when you may not clasp me to your breast. As for me I
have became accustomed to the pain of your absence; I have spent four
years in this seeming death, and only lived two moments--on your heart.
But let us not torture ourselves-don't be too long--we've so much lost
time to retrieve. When you come I shall have arranged all, the place of
our refuge, the way to reach it, everything except how it will seem
when you are free and mine, and tell me that you love me;--there my
thoughts fail!--_

"INETTE."

The sun is high in the heavens, as a traveler walks along the road
which leads from the railway station to the count's castle. The
stalwart figure of our old friend, Heinrich Mohr, is recognizable at
the first glance; the bold face and shapely cut nose we remember but
not the cheerful expression that hovers around the lips and forms so
striking a contrast to the scornful defiance which once marked the
mouth.

He arrived by the early morning train, and on receiving Edwin's note,
which he found awaiting him, instantly set off on foot in order to
reach the castle before the heat of noon. As hat in hand, he walks
along the little foot path beside the highway, whistling and looking up
into the overhanging foliage, he seems a type of perfect strength and
happiness. And yet something is apparently lacking. Suddenly pausing he
draws for