last he turned a dying look, fraught with tender pity and sadness,
towards Ellen, and in a low voice, which was scarcely audible, he
said these two words, with a slight emphasis on the first--
"PERFECTLY well."




THE BOOKBINDER OF HORT

BY

LEOPOLD VON SACHER-MASOCH




From "Jewish Tales," published by A.C. McClurg & Co.

Copyright, 1894, by A.C. McClurg & Co.




Looking abroad from the table-land of Esced, over the Hungarian
plain that stretches from the foot of Mount Matra to Szolnok, and
finally merges into the horizon where the silver thread of the
Theiss winds its way, the eye is attracted by a smiling section of
country whose vineyards and cornfields gleam brightly in the sun.
This fair spot is neither a park nor grove nor pleasant woodland,