Stories by English Authors: Germany…
“ Only love me always, dear little Alois; only love me always, and I will be great.” “And if I do not love you?” the pretty child asked, pouting a little through her tears, and moved by the instinctive coquetries of her sex. Nello’s eyes left her face and wandered to the distance, where, in the red and gold of the Flemish night, the cathedral spire rose. There was a smile on his face so sweet and yet so sad that little Alois was awed by it. “I will be great still,” he said under his breath—“great still, or die, Alois.” ”
