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WINCHESTER, TENN., OCTOBER 8, 1858.
Number 88; :
jw Horn 0UtoL
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W...J. BLATTER,. Editor.
tlfTtV to no Parly's arbitrary may,
. i Wc follow Truth wlicre'tr she leads llie way."
A HEART HISTORY.
CONTINUED.
Nnin. A rrwiml of J f0 tvns olfcrml pome lime incc
'liitlir Hume Journal lor Hi lt iniuiiuil Mory wiiili-n
lor its cohuni.s. Sflveinl were wiiltmi. ami ulier a I"1"'
ill Of MKll, "AlAnAI.BtNK A IlKA 1 1 ItlSIUM," WHS COlt
iilfi'od the must ilnwrvlin lis styln I" Mnipto vrt liuu.
tiiul, nl th a all will lie highly liiUiestcJ wo liuve not a
intle riuiilit. fcD.-.on,
. The house stands on a hL'h rid'-eof
land while directly in I rout tins descent
'is rapid to the lowland beyond, with
its deep I'orests.itssnug little farms and
scattered homes of plenty and pnice.
'. They are standing not sitting
i. n youth of twenty, and a maiden
of sixteen. One arm is timidly pass
ed around her waist, his hand clasps
one of hers, and he is speaking in
love's low, soft and musical tones, and
yet though the feeling trembles in ev
ery utterance, he mentions not a word
of the passion.
He is a timid, boy-lover, and though
lie feels all the intensity of the first de
lightful heart-throb that wakes the
slumbering soul to the master-passion
of one's life, he is twodilli lent to speak
the words bis heart must pleadingly
urges him to utter. And yet why
biiould be not? lias he not been her
constant companion for more than a
year in rides anj walks and. rural ex-'
cursions, and did she ever repel his at
tentions by word. 01 look? Have they
not been classmates at school, and at
night have they not conned their les-
sons from the same hook, consecrated
.. by such pleasant companionship; and
did she not always greet him with ir
cordial welcome as his free, glad step,
rung upon the door of the entrance
to the setting-room, where her mother
nightly places for them the round
baizp-eovered. study table and taking
the bright needles places her knitting
on the other side of the capacious lire-
place?
And when he had failed to appear,
after having formed the habit of eom
, ing so often as to be always expected,
did not Madaleine's poorer lesson next
morning, and the slight frown that
darkened her pretty brow, assure him
that ho was sadly missed?
And yet, in all his intercourse with
the fair young girl at his side, he bad
never made the slightest allusion to
the charm her presence had for him,
to the love ho felt for her so deeply in
tertwined with every libre of his be
ing; and she had never dreamed that
she was aught to him than a dear
friend, a sisterly companion, ami a
much prized schoolmate.
She knew their tastes were similar,
their feelings and opinions, on most
subjects, strictly in unison, and that
their association and companionship
were delightful. Still, had any one
hinted that ILinry Moreland thought
of her in any other way than this,
she wi u!d have indignantly denied
it, believing, fiat in all their famil
iar intercouse, if other, and warmer
emotions had found a place in his bo
som, he would have frankly and un
hesitatingly avowed it.' What a
mystery is the human heart, and how
little do the most intimate friends al
ways know what m passing in its in
ner sanctuarv.
Had Madeleine Cranstoim been a
,. ware of the entire consecrated alloc
) tion that lived and burned with glow-
ing intensity in the breast ofhim whose
n i:l,.i.. I .1...
, ui in jjiiuy uucii ecu, Kir im; ursi
time, her slender frame, gaining
strength and po'ncr from every previ
ous interview; in short, had she known
, it had been aught else than desire of
MADELEINE.
companionship in his studies, (1 have
said they were classmates nt the vil
I lage Academy,) that drew him nightly
w to the quiet of her father's fireside,
the frank, unrestricted association
. would long before have found a
. close, or sho would have sounded
, the depths of her own nature and tri
ed to discorcr if he were the one who
could satisfy it, from centre to circum
ference; if she could love him with
all the power of her being and yield
to him willingly and joyously the gui
dance of her outer and her inner life,
for young as she was beautiful and
admired as she had evsr been, there
was no vulgar desire in her to win a
. heart because she could, to coldly (ling
' it back to him who ofTcred it. Her
' character was but the impersonation
of truth, justice and kindness, and
though the world, at large, looked op.
Hpn theinaiden as cold and haughty, it J
was but a natural result of her pecu
liar constitution and mental training.
Gilted with an ardent, poetic tem
perament, a lover of nature in her
simplest as well as grandest forms,
she loved the plants and trees, the
rocks and hills, and glorious old for
ests, tangled dells, wild vines, bright
streams and leaping floods, far better
than common, human companionship,
and so the world called her cold She
was truthful and conscientious almost
to a fault, if such a thing could be,
and therefore had little sympathy with
the petty, prevarications, and foibles,
and follies, which formed p:trt of the
lives and conduct of those around her;
consequently, was not a general favor
ite, for though kind and generous, she
ever stood aloof from all such associa
tion, and so many called her proud
and haughty. 15ut such a being, when
love touches the master-chord to which
all the other life-strings vibrate, must
lind her earthly weal secured, or to
tally lost. Love, for her, must be a
pure, holy star, that with clear anil
steady light "shines on, and on, wheth-
crtheskv is bright with undimmed
azure, or darkened by the wing of the
storm-angel; or it must be a Hashing
meteor w hose vanishing track, cover
ed by the, blackness of darkness, can
never le light i d again.
Madeleine felt that she stood alone
in the world. That few felt and
thought like her, and how pleasant
was it then to lind, even one! How
natural that her heart should be dear
er to such a one. She had had little
companionship, or acquaintance with
her ow n sex, much less, with the oth
er. An only child, potted, caressed and
quietly indulged, and yet always with
judicious restriction, she had been very
happy in her wanderings beside the
stream, ami in the grey, old woods, and
..(l ;il, 1 1, ..,,!. ..,! in
the quiet little room she called her : charms of his presence, she bad stu
own, or sometimes lending her aid ' diously avoided yielding to any warm
to llit! gentle, but feeble mother who er feeling on her part, and had sue
so often needed it. ! ceeded in restraining her maiden nf-
Dearly and devotedly she loved thai
patient invalid, :iid many pleasant
hours she spent n miiiisleri
to her
comfort, or gratification, and with a
leeling of prido mingled wilh her al
lection, she looked upon a lather, who
though as I have said, kind and indul
gent, had bill liltle time to devote lo
Ins child, living, a- he had done, for
many years, in the world of practical
excitement.
Dearly I said she loved them, and
yet then! were times when she fell
there was a void in her heart, w hich
must sooner or later be filled ; a con
sciousness l h;it all the energies of
her being had not been called into ac-' ed upon her features,
tion, and an intense desire for more Little did he know there is in vo
I'ull and perfect companionship, for an : man's nature, a little leuwn ofdis
appreciaiivo, intellectual association trust, and though she may be aware
with some high-toned and loliy spirit, j iVom his bearing of all the partiality
that could think and feel as she did. : he feels, she cannot, does not aiiiiro-
And such had been partly supplied to
her during the past year her compan
ionship with him whose i iteliect was
equal to her own, whose judgment she
felt was superior and who s emed to
understand and appreciate all her acts
and motives, and one who had never
tailed to assist her in all her ellbrts at
mental and moral improvement, if not
in words, yet by the kindling eye and
approving glance, when she was more
than ordinarily successful. What a
stimulus had it proved to tho develop
ment of the natural strength and ex
cellence of her character.
15ut on the morrow, till their pleas
nut intercourse must have an end, for
he was to leave her for his distant j Dot had Henry Mori-laud .stopped
home, and now upon that cottage , to analyze all the motives that actua
porch beneath the holy starlight, clasp- u ( him, he would have found another
ed by that timid arm, what were her feeling in hi-i bosoui, very dillereiit
thoughts I and what were his?
The spring-tires were burning in
scattered heaps upon the fallow
grounds below, consisting of old
stumps, the roots, of which had so de
cayed during the previous winter that
they could easily be separated from the
softened ground of early spring, (b ad
brush from the zigzag corners of the
helices, aud all other superlluotis trash
the farmer could turn to no possible
advantage on his lands and which ren
dered his fields unsightly to the rye.
The first brightness of their kind
ling had passe J away. They no lon
ger blazed, but the burning logs and
stumps afar olf looked like the gleam
ing lights we read of, upon the prows
of the prinnaccs, moored along the
shores of the Orient rivers.
Henry bad lately lowed his heart
in sweet subjection to the Holy of Ho
lies, the compassionate savior of his
spirit, and many times in tho secret
meditations of his chamber, he had al
most vowed to take his life in his hands
and go forth a herald of salvation to
the benighted regions that sit, and still
sit, in the shadow of darkness. 'Tis
the feeling of many ardent and gen
erous souls when tho droppings of
mercy first distil their healing balm
upon a sin-crushed spirit, and the light
of Divino favor dispels the clouds of
doubt and unbelief, to announce to oth
ers, who have no means of learning
ins? them, the glad tidings which have
dill'uscd such joy over their saddened
hearts.
Wlien tilth with outstretched hind grasped the Eternal,
throne,
And mado the promisee ofhim who net thereon, her own
So with Henry Moreland. Earnest
and enthusiastic in temperament, and
nobly impulsive and self-sacrificing in
character, suclt. was his first thought
wLt-n he felt that his sins were forgiv
en him, without stopping to consider
w ether ho possessed the necessary
qualifications for such a work. The
more be thought, the more he had
como to a decision that he was not,
unless he could be joined and aided
by her who had the strongest hold upon
his allections of any earthly creature.
wilhout. whom he felt, his own be
ing was incomplete, and without
whoso life-long companionship and
affection, existence was to be a drea-
ry waste. Could she feel the same
j strong impulse and self-sacrilicing de-
sire to devote herself and all her oner
gies to the consecrated work, he would
no longer hesitate. He must have
the bride of his spirit to go with him,
and yet not so much that be could not
make the sacrifice, terrible as it would
be, as that it would be useless, for
without the presence, companionship
and ct -nporafion of his second, dearer
self, he fell that his most strenuous ef
forts, for lilt; redemption ol fallen hu
manity, would be powerless and fu
tile. I'.asy as. it would hive been for
: Madeleine Cianstoun to have loviad
with her w hole heart the noble, gifted
and attractive youth, she. bad never
j believed he felt, lor her aught else than
a pure and guileless friendship, and
! il rl. J. I, i,. I i tin.
lections, so far in her own keepinj;,
as never to maniiosl a regard she might
, not have
xhibited for any rigiit-uiiu-
' ded, iutelli
rent and virtmns man.
Hut it seemed to him I hat she could
road his secret soul, that she c
'ould
nenelr.'ite us inmost t hole iU am ( i-
vine llie words he would utter before
his tongue had formed them, and
therefore she must know how devo
tedly, how entirely he loved her; and
more, hi! fell that, knowing this sir;
'
i musl reciprocate all his deep, death
Iv Mlleelioii. or she would never treat
him with that constant cordial regard,
which sparkled in her eye and beam-j
priale it. much as she may desire it,
unless hi! has given her unmistakable
evidence, in words, that his alfection
is all, and entirely hers.
He believed that Madclci no than. -toun
loved him even its he did her, and
now did he but know that she could
nei vd herself to the sacrifice of homo,
friends and country, he (.-ould leave her
ill the morning, for a brief vi.it to his
..rr..ts and then enter Ciller. , l.
1 .
was prepared to, twoyearsin advance
and after completing his Collegiate
and Theological studies, bear away to
!, ilm Palm-Ln-oves C I he ( Irient l.-.n.l
the girl-bride of his boyish love -
, dre uns.
from entire devotion to his Maker and
bis benighted It-How-being, mingling
wilh and casting a glorious halo over
the idea of the sacrifice he must make
in leaving home, friends and country,
for the w ilds of heathendom.
His affection for Madeleine was fast
becoming the absorbing feeling of his
life. Friends had faded away on the
dim, far oil' distance the one sister of
his childhood and youth, though she
was still very dear, was overshadow
ed hy the strong and rapid growth of
the one great master-passion of his
sou!, and the brother, in hosc house
he Wiis domiciled, seemed scarcely
more than a passing acquaintance,
so entire, so orerwbelming was his
love for the being that seemed neces
sary, not only to his happiness, but to
his very life.
Love so absorbing cannot be free
from selfishness, and there was some
thing pleasant to him in the thought
that in that far-off land she would be
all his own, yea doubly, tribly his, and
he be all in all to her. The music of
her silvery voice should soothe no oth
er car than his and the brightness
of her beaming smile glance on no
other rye.
In short, the very desire of leaving
all tho world beside for the jungles of
the Indian rivers, had its origin not
more in his love for his Maker,
than in the absorbing passion of his
soul for the beautiful and gifted crea
ture by his side.
He had told her in the vine-covered
porch, 'neath the truthful gaze of the
solemn-looking stars, of bis sometimes
, resolves to be a missionary-he had
pictured to her, in glowing colors, the
woudct'ous beauty of those Orient
lands, the tall and graceful 1'alm-irecs
of that sunny region, the luxuriant
exuberance of its vegetation, the splen
dor and gorgcoiisncss of the flowers
anil foliage that drape its decp-tan-iiled
forests, and then in soft and sad
dened accents he dilated upon the
1 ignorance and superstilionoftliodwcl-
j l('rs lov"!.v
H)! Madeleine," said he, with the
touching eloquence ami leivent exal
tation of impassioned feeling, "Fancy
yonder lights gleaming at intervals
in the surrounding darkness, the eoa-
coa niit-lampsthat burn on the boats ' might never more arliculate.
of the lovely but heathen (langes and Years are passing, mid have passed
we the only christian inhabitants I one, two, three. .'o longer a niai
in our bamboo dwelling by its saori d 'leu of those peaceful, and quietly
banks living to instruct and christian- j happy, sixteen summers, we will look
ize the dusky devotees of their idol . at her again. There is the slightest
gods, could we not be happy then? and J possible shade of care upon the other
the circling arm pressed more closely j wise fair, open browthe lips are a
the unresisting form of the thoughtful ; lit 1 !'. a very little compressed, and,
maiden, whose low, but seemingly in- j wilh one hand supporting the leaning
different answer of "I don'l know , head, slit! sits upon the same vine.
Henry, 1 never thought of it," rhowed ! covered porch as when, dear reader,
that she spoke truly. She had never you were introduced to lierthree years
thoughtofit, the missionary's life, and 'ag. An open letter lies before her.
so interested had she become in his fei- ; has read it. and is musing over its
vid descriptions as scarcely to have no- 1 contents. I lor eye shows that thought
ticed tho coupling together of herself ''iisy w ilhin. The pa.-t, the present
with him in the question he hud asked, i"11'1 future, all have place in her
Accustomed as she w.-is to think of : meditations, but more especially the
his partiality for her as only a school j
J fi icudship, a brotherly all'eclioii. how
! could she see in his oilei v a dcel.ua-
could she see in bis query a declara- '
tion of love? It was to her but auoth- !
or proof of bis entire devotion to bis
Maker and a longing desire for the
benefit ol'his fellow-beings. Further,
she considered what was s
being w i; h him as only a
lid of her
iiio-uis of
discov
erinij
if she loo was as unselfish
and devoted to the service of the liv-
, i"g (!"d, as be himself. She felt that
' hllt' vvas while she loved and
er for it,
i s iccteii mm iodic man et
i . . .. . .
her increased esteem lor llie oenevo-
le nee of his character, seemed tore -
move her farther from him. j no. you cannot, i win not iiiini; ol
And in that truthful, passionless ' such a thing. It can never be."
answer of hers he read no misconeep- j And thus he wrote, and, in a simi
I ton of bis meaning, no inisundei- niannerhad heoeeasiomilly written
i standing ol his leollllj
, but merely
that sin! bad no call to a missionary's
life;-lbr if she had, her imaginative
fancy would most certainly have re
sponded lo his fervid descriptions ol
Ihe thoughts aud feelings that warned ; silion, lut iniieli ol pride a just, wo
and glowed in bis own bosom. Il manly pi ide a proper approcial ion of
would sulliee for the present. His I what, was due to her, and slirinkiugly
course must bo determined before In
would speak more ox
and circumstance sho
illy. Time
determine
for him, yet. he would have one more
proof of her allccthm, and he stoop
ed, and for the first lime, his lips
touched lightly the maiden's chei
He almost blushed at his own temori-
I ., I I ,
ty and wiinurawing ins nice a nine
way, inquired if she was oU'eiidcd
.... .
"'7. uoiv could 1 he, ' was ll.c
I I'vv but, distinct an licious reply,
! .! I I I I I,'
, " -' uepeuacu .oi a eon-
Urination of the hope that he was
! to her, even as she to him.
i Hut lie, Minnie, natural Child Hint
,' s,',! was, thought of it only as the pure
I' M ii :. hrii icr. In. u-.-.u siiei.i hit
' "
the last sweet hour w ith
sister whom ho, might III
again, and dreamed not that he had
made in his own mind, her reception
f if I.t of l...r ...r.,,-,l ir i ml i ll',..-.
... b .. . ... .... ., , .. .
nice, for the heart of a delicate mai
den scarcely dares lo admit to itsell
iu the darkness of the stillest night
that it loves unless it has good reason
to believe that ils alfection is desired
and fully reciprocated, and then it
manifests, unsolicited, no appearance
of the delightful feeling which is only
discerned by tho studious efforts made
at concealment. It's involuntary acts
the glow that mounts to the cheek,
the brilliant sparkle of an eye that
brightens at the mention or approach
of the object of its secret preference,
alone betray its existence.
.Suejian one was Madeleine Gratis
toun, and sho would have thought it
unmaidenly and indelicate to suppose
any man loved her till language, as
well as manner, had informed her, un
mistakably, of the fact
A closo pressure of tho hand, one
fond embrace.one sweet farewell.dear
dearest Madeleine and he was gone.
Their Jast interview was over. How
unsatisfactory had it been to her.
There was a feeling of disappoint
ment lo which she yielded without
enquiring the cause and, she sunk up
on the vine-covered porch-seat and
wept a flood of bitter tears.
Morning camo and there Was
champing of bits, and ratling of car
riages, for a bevy of young people,
Madeleine included, were to accom
pany Henry and his sister to tho river,
eight miles distant, and exchange
their final adieus by its brink.
Clo.-o and warm was the clasp of
his hand ho gave to her at parting,
the last of the utilhful bni.d, and
low and tender 'were the few, fond
words bis tongue could scarcely utter.
Tears were in the eyes as he bent his
lips to the white ungloved hand, that
in part returned the strong grasping of
his ewii, and, ''Do not, O! never for
get me, will you .Madeleine" was fall
ing solily on her ear when the cry of,
"All aboard," and the
ippearance ol
the man at gang way to take away
the plank, warned her that she inu.st
! be gone. She had but time to alls-
' wer, "Xover," and spring lightly to
' the wharf, ere the boat swung round
and waving handkerchiefs on deck
and shore spoke the farewells lips
IKI!,f
'-et us read.
Ve'tr, dear Madeleillt
''In less than a
dear Madeleine, even as soon as
Autumn frosts .shall haw changed
the hues ol the forest leaves, I hope to
hok upon jtn.r lace again. Again to
i sit- the old porch by your dear
side, and talk with you as in the ol
den limes. O! Madeleine, will you
rejoice tosee me, even its I shall you!
My precious one, the thought of you,
the anticipation ol' that, delight lid
meeting, lias su-iaincd my faintiug
' sP'''i' through these long and dreary
sri,u,mun. m nut mini -i,
, i' : .... 1 1 ...... r
'""'. Madeleine, never, no never, U! j
during the three years in which she
hud not looked upon bis lace. What
must. she. what ought, she to think of
such singular coiiiiiiiinicalions? There
was no vanity in .Madeleine s
ooinpn-
am! delicately selisilive, she could not
yet suppose that one of Henry's frank
a,d open cliur.'icti r could love
her
wilh that euliie all'eclioii thai would ', but out of them all, the Baron had select
wish lo make its object the sharer of' ed a humpback prince, whoso lofty title
bis joys and sol rows, wit bout avowing '. was Prince Kossuth Napoleon Von
j it and seeking Ins dest my at lier hands.
Many times did she ponder the sub-
i i.i,1 , .,.! ,111,1 'IV .,1'll.tl .liul.ltVU it f.k!
.r - i.,..,.
I """-b m (lotil.t as ever. Ami why
I .1 i K...I ... i.: . I...
'
U'Y in Hllell a way as to lead him to
' 1. 1,,..,. 117 SI, I. Wi.lll.l lint li'l V,,
. - "" . .
.lone it lor llie world. M,e had hecn
cured to think that woman must con-
, ec.ii cw.y ..ppe.u.uice v, ..... t.
i . p . ii-.... : , ..
regard, only as it was to be exhibited
III reiui ll 101 uiiin ui.ioii: niunici: m
a precious I love, on the part of him who careful- j )rincu wa, , rcL.iliro,ntl!l by it3 0,;,cl. knew how very supersnt.ous ho was,-l.i.,.t,lllvsouL-httowin
it. To have made v; .., i,;. , . !.. hi. Jressed as a gliost, claimed you-run off
, the slightest advance, herself, would
have appeared to her unseemly for a
wi.SC. 3111(1 dlscl't'l't Ulaidoi), SO she Olllsll-
od back into her heart all the sweet
unfolding buds of hopo aud joy that
might have bloomed in beauty over
the wasting years to come, of sutler
ing and sorrow. And thus she school
ed her trusting heart to think of him
as only a dear and valued friend, who
was deeply interested in her welfare,
and to whom all that concerned her
vvas of importance. Hut it was diuV
cult for her at all limes to suppress ev
ery trace of that warm and pure af
lection that trembled on tho open
loaves of her guileless heart, as the
ready pen transcribed from the full
unwritten feeling, the answers to such
occasional communications from one
w ho was so inexpressibly dear to her.
A rogue downsoulh stolo a lot of
newspaper accounts, and upon being
discovered was sentenced to cat all
which could not be collected ns des
perate debts. Guess he would have a
full stomach for once.
. All men have their frailties. Who
ever looks for a friend without Imper
fections will never lind what he $eek;
we love ourselves with all our faults,
and we ought to love our friends in
like manner.
Vvrltten Meclilly for tho Wluchevler Home Journal,
THE BAKOiYS DAUGHTER ;
OR,
THE TRIUMPH OP LOVE.
DV FINLEV JOHNSON.
Once upon a time it matters not when
there lived an old Gorman Baron no
mutter where who - was blessed by It I s
godfather with an unpionouncable name,
llo had us all greal men liavo a long
lino of ancestors, and as lie gazed upon
the portraits which hung in his chamber,
a fueling of priilo look possession of his
soul. Like all dislingub lied individuals,
he had his peculiarities: lie wore a long
pig tail ; his hoots were a second seven
leagued pair, and, to erown nil, lio told
i extraordinary long stories; in fact, it is
; pnid that one of his stories he had hoen
! tellin;: for ten years, and yet he had only
j half finished it. Take him all in all, this
j Haron was a very extraordinary man and
j long will it before we ever look upon his
; like again..
but ilicro was one jewel in his house
hold whoso sparkling brilliancy shed
liht upon all who caiiaMviihin its reach.
The old Baron had a (laughter a sweet
J girl of seventeen summers fair as an
Eastern Ifoini, and lovely as an angel of
light, 'l'h a smiles of youth were danc
ing upon her sunny brow, and as her hea
venly glance fell upon the soul of the
beholder il awoke blissful visions of an
gelic beauty. She had lung flaxen ring-j
lets, eyes as blue as llie far-famed skies j
of Italy, a complexion as fair as the lily ;
and lips like twin rosebuds, and as you j
gazed upon her witching grace you would
marvel hy what imigie power she had be
come tho child of so strange a looking
father. So il was, however. 1 challenge
contradiction. And besides, it must not
rpt secret that she was blessed with '
a lover. Now, truth compels me lo slate
ihat the young Dutchman who had won
Angelina's allections was not blessed
with a superabundance of that luetul
which the world holds so high in its es
timation, in fact, he was poor. But
then, iiiilurc, ever kind, to make up lor
this deficiency, had endowed him -with a
ik bio mind, a Irue spirit, and a large
shiiro of manly beauty . Such was Cuunl
llnratii) Von I'lyhools, the chosen one
llie bean's idol of sweet Angelina.
The liaron had notions of his own as
regarded his dai.-hter, and had resolved l"L S"UM n,6,,l roor AnSe""
Ihat no one who could not boast of a ! ,,a wa" '" ""' bllt lllu, was no ll0P
lomr line of ancestors, and who also was! Sl'l,cral'l,' triumphant, and fate held
j tveiiiiuy, snuunt deprive una oi instiaugn-
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tor. Count Horatio was
possessed ol
neither, ami it therefore never entered the
Huron's know
; box that he would
have the unparalleled, unexcelled, and
preposterous audacity to as pi ro to Ange
lina's hand. It was owing to ihis, and
thu Count's pleasant manners, that he
j tolerated his presence in the castle. Ho
i disguised le t the pleasure ho took in his
society, and the graiilicuiiuii lie experi
enced in having Count I'lyhools spin his
long sioiii s, and when he would drink
(he old lull jw's wine, and call it capital,
ihe liaron would si:;h and wish thai Cor
llim. ln, '.owed riches on the Count.
Many, many were the suitors who
' thronged the Castle for Angelina's hand,
Catchpenny. Nature, when she formed
him, mual have been in an exceedingly
bad humor, lor his face was like a full
moon on u fugiy night, and his hair was
red as tho settin .' son. Hut Innki In ilm !
Barou were nothing. Tho gold which
I filled ihe coders of ihe prime, and llie
lone line of ancestors of which he boast-
K; J,i0.i over every defect. It is an old
a (liat (io
, ,
ol irue love never runs smooth", for
; j.,riin(,e 1l;ly (,,,;il r. impossible fl3
... . r .i -i.l neurit yuur luoic. ti-n ...a uica.u,
it iiiav seem, vet the love ol this mmhtv ... '
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treaties. AiiiU-Ima whs uncliaiieiiMo.
t 1 1 1 Li t ii ii i I jyu . iiiilioi viiu iiiuihii'q
the sweet month of May, when llie birds
!. inil wip un r.i r i.lnii n .t u in ll r ft I 11 .f I It
I were sinjug on the trees, fie walked into
thu Huron's room, wiili a scowl upon his
counteij.'iiice, and thus addressed thai au
gust personage:
"Baron of tho unpronouncablc name,
listen to me. For six long months have
I condescended lo woo your daughter,
have visited her twice a woek have made
her costly presents, and was consoling
myself, that t like Ctcsar, "had coma, hud
seen, had conquered." Cut no such thing
(hero his frowns were tremendous awful)
your daughter flies at my approach as
if I were some frightful monster. Sb
laughs at lite, and you, yes, even you,
Haron, havo of late treated me somewhat
coldly. How is this? Gome, answer,
sir; I am not to be deceived, humbur;e',
swindled."
"Princa Catchpenny, b Went, you
disluib my tender nerres by your loud
talking. Hew. t.k "lon8 n''""
and smoke il mhih I ''" "ranity."
"But 1 w" t0 know ,l18 ct" 'Pl,el
the princ.
-..-." resDOuded the Baron in a
f roic iad husky not by amotion, but
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locscco Miioke "my mouth shall speak
the truth; 1 have had a fearful dream."
"A Jreain'jiruffly rejoined the prince,
"what in the name of his Satanic majes
ty has that got to Jo with your daughter?
"Lend mn yout tars, 0 mighty print, I
end listen. I thought that I upon nn an
gel's wing had been transported to your
castle, where a numerous assemblage had
gathered. Beauty and fashion crowded
the halls. The blazo of jewels, the briN
liancy of the lights and the sparkling of
eyes gave a hup ol enchantment to the
scene. All were gaily dancing, but you
were not there. In vain I searched for
you, To all my cr.quiries as to your
whereabouts, I received for answer; "I
know not." Midnight drew near and as
the old clock pcnled forth the hourly a
servant camo lushing in the room so agi
tated as scarcely to be able to speak,
On being requested to stBte the cause of
his alarm, he horrified tho whole assem
bly by saying: 'I saw my master, tho
princo, fighting with a skeloton upon the
staircase,' As flies the dew before tho
sun, so flew that whole crowd as they
heard the servant's story. I was left a.
lone. At length I was about o uepart
when I felt a cold hand laid upon my
shoulder aud heard a voice say: 'Baron,
beware! Prince Kossuth Xopoleon Catch
penny is a villain. It is written in the
book ol fato that your (laughter must mar
ry me, or else she dies.' Prince, three)
times ihat night 1 dreamed that dream
and tho spirit shall be obeyed."
As tho Baron ceased he turned round
to look upon the prince, but what was
his surprise to see that he had fainted.
On coming to himself, he stared wildly
around hhn, niado somo very unbecoming
grimaces, slid olf tho chair, and mutter
ing "murder", he departed, and that, too,
without saying good bye.
"Hy the shade of my grandfather," said
tho Baron to himself, "but that is strange,
lie must ho a villain indeed, and havo
some great crime upon his conscience.
But this spirit, to whom it Eecms I am
compelled to marry my daughter -who in
,ho ,luvil is M IItf '"'s'1' liave 1,11,1 suf'
licienl politeness "to give me his name
his name what in ihe devil is it?"
"My nanio is Wolfyang Ilollowhoad,
Al twelve to-night I claim my bride, "re
plied a deep, sepulchral voice from the
inner chamber, which made the Baroa
start. "Remember," it continued, "she
is mine to night or she dies. Be ready
or beware."
"I will," replied llie trembling Baron.
In a few moments after, tho Barou call
ed his daughter, and told her his dream,
mid commanded her to be prepared to
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the scales. I'ha retired to her chamber
. to brieve n'lr ll. I'l.tn Knl lilrn n te,,a Tin.
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rou s (taugiiier, sue made ready lor the
ceremony. "Where, 0! where, is Count
Horatio, my true love," would sho cry
"has he deserted me? and 1 loved him
so."
Midnight camo, and thero sat tho Ba
ron in ilio hall with his lovely daughter.
Her eyes were fixed intently upon thu
fatal door through which llio ghost was lo
make his entrance. The Baron was bu
sily engaged in supplying himself with
wine, in order to keep up hij courago.
The lingering rates of the cluck as itstruk
twelve, still sounded in there ears, when
the door was, thrown back upon its hin
ges, and a figure, wrapped in a mantle
stood before them.
" Huron, I am come sho is mine, n
dieu," and as he spoke, lie seized upon
Angelina, who had fainted, and cairied
her olf, whilo at the same time a lulphu
rious smell rushing up llie Baron's
nostrels, prevented him from interfere-
When tho lovely Angelina opened her
eyes, judge of her astonishment, when
she found by her side her own true Count
Horatio. Sho threw herself in his arms.
They were happy.
"How camo all this to pass?" said she,
as she pressed a rosy kiss upon his brow.
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I o i' ill wnti find vnii Lnnw thtk rait X n.l
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Angelina "
"A letter, sir," interrupted a servant.
The Count opened it and as ha road
his eyes sparkled. "Your father, sweet
love, will own mo at last," ha said, "for
here is a note from your old dame, ih
Prince. Listen."
"Count Horatio Von Fiyboois, you
are now a prince; I forgid a will in niy
favor, and murdered your uncle. The
Haron witn an unpronounceable namo
dreamed a drcani anJ oow knows all
Bury your uncle bones are in a chest
al niy castle fr me I 8 ha seen
no more.
A'ossctii AiroLEO" CifCBrtssr."
Th Baron was oil smites, ihe Count
was married, the prince forgotton An
gelina was happy, and in the course of
time Jit tie Slyboots sprang up all around
them and and ray story is done.
Baltimore Mr.
A friend wants to know when tho
man who stopped up all night is going
to take the plug out.
Nothing is so dangerous as to pre
tend to fall in love with a wowaaV-r""1
the reality is sure to follow. V ' -'-' '
v t. ik. k,., Sr tonntr
like the Atlan"
wiJ nertrtf" ' "r've'