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On the one side was the place for a stamp, the word 'Postkarte,' and, following this, blank lines for the address. Half of the other side was occupied by a picture of the great 'tun' down in the Icellar of the schloss, with the inscription: 'Das grosse Fass.' Just below in a fancy scroll was printed:

'Alt Heidelberg du Feine,
Du Stadt an Ehren reich,
Am Neckar und am Rheine,
Kein' andre kommt dir gleich.'

And under this he wrote these simple words:

"DEAR WIFE,-Am well. Having a glorious time. Read up about Heidelberg. "Squire" Bill and I are now traveling together, and will return on same steamer, September 4th. Lovingly, "MARTIN La Rose.'

"That postal-card is now in my possession, and I have been instructed to make a magazine article around it. I think I shall weave one now along with our coincidence."

"It would take wonderfully," said one of the Folgers, "if you could only attach a romantic termination."

Poor Scott passed a restless night. Only once had he been thrown with Miss Holmes, and then she started to say something in such a low tone that he could not make it out, and some one inter

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Dear Wife:-.
Am well. Having

aglorious time. Read up
about Heidelberg.

Squire Bill and I are now

traveling together and will return on same steamer, Sept. 4th

Lovingly startin La Pore.

Friday Aug. 12, 1883.

THE POSTKARTE IN SCOTT'S POSSESSION.

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rupted immediately. He had thrown himself into the spirit of the occasion in order that he might forget himself, and he had succeeded admirably. But now he suffered the consequences.

Miss Holmes tossed all night likewise, and the next morning she appeared so worn out that her parents agreed that they had been unwise the day before, and that now they must rest the whole day. After the first shock of the unexpected meeting of the day before, there came to Miss Holmes a very bold suggestion, so bold that it almost took her breath away. She had read of instances somewhat similar to her own where misunderstandings had kept lovers apart, in which, by an adroit putting of a question or by some neat little ruse on the part of the maiden, the man was given to see the true situation. Yes, she would engage Mr. Scott in a conversation, and somehow she would let him know her side of the case. It was only right and fair. But she was never so completely at a loss for words in her life. When she did endeavor to speak, her tongue refused to act. She was compelled to give up her plan. Then she could not quite understand his behavior. He scarcely looked at her at all. He had himself under such perfect control that he entered into the light talk with the Folgers in a manner that made her wonder if he had changed. Then his speech of the night before was delivered with such perfect freedom and lack of self-consciousness, and his references to "antecedents" and "romantic ter

minations" seemed to be entirely without thought of her. He must have conquered himself rapidly! And thus they parted.

We might now leave them for a few years if it were not for the obligation a narrator feels not to leave his readers in the dark as to the move

ments of his characters. In a measure, Scott traced backward the steps of the Holmeses, only he made no tarrying. At the appointed time he met Dr. Blake at the Midland Grand.

They spent the early fall in the Netherlands and Germany, coming down to Paris, and then into Spain, as the winter approached. They also visited Italy during the winter. Thence they departed on the most important part of their journey, at least in the work of the Doctor and also for the future of his companion-Egypt and Palestine. This journey has no reason for a place in the narrative; but in his after life Scott knew that it had a place in his character. A part of the time it seemed to him that he was following in the footsteps of Jesus, as he walked the sands of Galilee or trod the stones of the Holy City.

Scott found himself briskly walking from the station to his father's house, a trifle over ten months from the day he had set sail from his native country. He was now a brown, sturdy, healthy-looking specimen of humanity. There could be no question as to the physical result of the journey. In other directions he knew that he was broader and better than he had ever been

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