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Updated: June 7, 2025
But to-night he said: "Good-night, and thank you for your companionship. It has been my birthday to-day, and I've quite enjoyed it." THERE was a suicide in the Kurhaus one afternoon. A Dutchman, Vandervelt, had received rather a bad account of himself from the doctor a few days previously, and in a fit of depression, so it was thought, he had put a bullet through his head.
In the center, the Kurhaus dominated all; hotel, restaurant, concert-room, theater, in one. Terrace below terrace it descended and sent out into the green water of the North Sea a great pier blossoming with flags.
She thought at the time that he looked wild and strange; but then, as she pathetically said afterwards, who did not look wild and strange in the Kurhaus? "Yes," he said. "Here are five francs for you."
March was not the kind of woman to suffer them; but they played the comedy through, and let March go off for his last hill-climb with the promise to meet him in the Stadt Park when he came to the Kurhaus for his last mineral bath. Mrs.
She added, carelessly, "He wants us to go to the Kurhaus ball with him." "Oh, does he!" "Yes. He says he knows that she can get her father to let her go if we will chaperon them. And I promised that you would." "That I would?" "It will do just as well if you go. And it will be very amusing; you can see something of Carlsbad society." "But I'm not going!" he declared.
He moved off with his girls, who looked over their shoulders at the officers as they passed on through the adjoining room. "My dear!" cried Mrs. March. "Didn't you suppose he classed us with Burnamy in that business? Why should he be polite to us?" "Perhaps he wants you to chaperon his daughters. He's probably heard of your performance at the Kurhaus ball.
You have a cheap room, and are a stranger to me. The others have expensive apartments, and come year after year. You see my position, Mademoiselle? I am sorry." So the little tired lady had to go. That was how the story went. It was not known what became of her, but it was known that the English people in the Kurhaus tried to persuade her to come to them.
The spacious Kurhaus with its verandas and Kursaal, which is large enough to accommodate 2,500 people, is in the center of the dike. There are concerts every evening, and altho the town is filled with hotels, during the months of June, July, August, and September they are quite monopolized by the Hollanders and the prices are very high. The magnificent pier is 450 yards long.
"Let me settle with you for the sledge now," she said, drawing out her purse, just as they came in sight of the Kurhaus. They settled money matters, and were quits. Then he helped her out of the sledge, and he stooped to pick up the shawl she dropped. "Here is the shawl you are always dropping," he said. "You're rather cold, aren't you? Here, come to the restaurant and have some brandy.
That was all he said, but Bernardine knew to whom he referred. To-day, as Bernardine was on her way back to the Kurhaus, she was thinking constantly of Mrs. Reffold, and wondering whether she ought to be made to realize that her husband was becoming rapidly worse. Whilst engrossed with this thought, a long train of sledges and toboggans passed her.
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