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Let him have a hand in the convincing of himself. I have been surprised sometimes to see my own arguments come up fresh and green, when I thought the fowls of the air had devoured them up. When a man reasons for victory and not for the truth in the other soul, he is sure of just one ally, the same that Faust had in fighting Gretchen's brother that is, the Devil.
But Carmichael was mistaken for once. A little time later Herr Goldberg harangued his fellow socialists bitterly. Gretchen's business in this society was to serve. They had selected her because they knew that she inclined toward the propaganda. Few spoke to her, outside of giving orders, and then kindly. The rathskeller had several windows and doors.
He accepted her unquestioningly, and with a glad cry Jerrie threw herself into the arms he stretched toward her, and on her father's bosom gave free vent to the feelings she had restrained so long, sobbing passionately as she felt Arthur's kisses upon her face, and his caressing hands upon her hair, as he kept repeating: 'My daughter! Gretchen's baby and mine! 'There is more to tell.
A shadow fell upon Gretchen's face; the eagerness died out of her eyes. "I do not understand you, Herr. By what right should I possess these things?" "By the supreme right of beauty, beauty alone." "Would it be honest?" For the first time he lowered his eyes. The clear crystal spirit in hers embarrassed him. "Come, let us go for your clock," he said, rising. "I am an old fool.
Monday night I was sitting before the grate, reading for the hundredth time Gretchen's only letter. Pembroke was buried behind the covers of a magazine. Suddenly a yellow flame leaped from a pine log, and in it I seemed to read all. Gretchen was proud and jealous. She believed that I loved Phyllis and had made her a Princess because I loved her. It was the first time I had laughed in many an hour.
But before she completed her question Arthur was upon the threshold and had closed the door, saying as he did so: 'It is Gretchen's. I had it made at Worth's. She is coming to-night, you know.
She was not could not be Gretchen's daughter, and was undoubtedly the child of the woman found in the Tramp House his Jerry, whom he had found, and claimed as his own, and whom he meant to win some day, when he had his profession, and was established in business.
"Yes, marry her," said the irrepressible Chancellor; "and some day the King will put a medal on your breast and make you a baron of the realm. Your Majesty, come and help me with this last pane." The Princess Elizabeth? I glanced at the writing on the envelope. It was Gretchen's. "And, Your Majesty," I read, "it is true that they love each other. Permit them to be happy.
There she saw a tiny chick-a-dee, whose wing was evidently broken by the rough and boisterous winds of the night before, and who had taken shelter in the safe, dry toe of the old wooden shoe. She gently took the little bird out of Gretchen's hands, and skilfully bound his broken wing to his side, so that he need not hurt himself by trying to fly with it.
In the eyes of God, who is accountable for our being, I am Gretchen's uncle, her father's brother." "You?" I was astounded. "And who knows of this?" "The King, the Prince and you." I thrust a hand toward him. "You are a man." "Wait. Swear to God that Her Highness shall never know." "On my honor." Then he accepted my clasp and looked straight into my eyes. "And all this to you?" "I love her."
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