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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times, 1885-4-9, Page 2BY THE one was a good sight for sick eyes to t rest upon, with her pretty brown hair, b brown eyeso and great, gentlexo i so full it woreaniy pity, tenderness, and submis- sion, and, withal, dreamy and wistful as a child's eyes.. "And who art thou, dear child?" ht asked presently, "I am Elise rterhart—Liesehen they calline. This is my home; I live here with my father and nurse, and keep the house." hast thou nursed me all these weeks: . . Yes, " she answered, and I have .prayed for you when I thought you were /wing and see the dear God has heard. You lave, ant you will grow strong again," "Dear child''. I owe tllee my life. What earn I give thee or do for thee?" Liesehen blushed. her eyes faltered from his face, and she looked down ilk aitenee, "Nay, ask what thou wilt, 'Us thine, if I have it to give. "Indeed. I know not; `'tis nothing l have done, only wateltin±," stammered Liesehen. "Tell me sour name." and she once more raised her eyes to his. He tried to hold out hishand,andshe put hers into it. "Let it 1*, then," he eel& slowly, there is time enough. My name? isty name is Otto von der Lan - ken; I�-" *Acid You are tired." interrupted the girl, seeing a helpless locsk come in- to his eyes as he broke off. "Drink this, and do not speak any more." She raised his bead with one arab, and he drank. the milk she held to his li s, Then she laid him down upon the o s, and went hitt to her seat by he window, he watching her with the idle look of a man still too weak to specu- late about things, or think any thoughts, hut one or two that seemed of them. selves to pass in and out of his brain. Lieschen smiled and shook her head at him. "Shut your eyes and sleep," wedge with a pretty little authortta- e*S1ng, then,* he murmured, inclined to dictate his own terms, and watching her every gesture with passive enjoy- merit njoymeat; "sang to me." Lieschen could think of no song but the one she lied been singing when he woke, which was still running in her Stead, and she sang it. "chi tele ist"s In *glicb dams Thea let, dtch laas,,t as katlan i' " "MI can it ever be That I. should ever part from thee?" When she bad finished she turned and looked at Mm, anal saw tears stand itlg in his eyes. 'Tis very sweet." he murmured:"and llain to see that thou knowest what ove is. Sing again—the last verse again." "Were I a birdie wee. And by thy side would be, Veeringnot hawk tier kite, , I'g swift I'otheaaf fly. l':erced by the hunter's dart, I'd nestle neat thy heart; If ttieardlinmeg. thy eye, And lie closed his eyes and slept. So the slow summer days went by. Every day he grew a little stronger,aud by degrees she gathered from him the story of the duel which had so nearlv been fatal to him; how lie and his friend leaduarreled about a lady and had four ht. I suppose they thought me dead and left me, said Otto. One has not much time to waste on these occasions. Poor Rudolf! Ho will have fled but he can come back now, since no harm is done." "And the lady?" asked. Lieschen, breatliiessl}. "S1ie will marry Rudolf, no doubt," replied Otto, with a hard laugh; "and I shall dance at the wedding Lieschen said nothing; but the great, dark eyes that rested on bis face were lighted with a new fire, a burning wor- t,hip, an unspeakable devotion ;her heart beat and her pulses thrilled with anew, sweet, mysterious pain. The die was cast. At last there came day—oh, those days, those few days that make up the earthly history of a e! Some all in white and garlanded with fresh flowers of spring; some flaming in gold and crowned with sunshine; some—some there must be—draped deep in black. There they are, within the veiled fat Lure, coming slowly, surely on, each in its appointed time, either sooner for our longing nor later for our agony of fear; and we can no choose but take them all and bear Diem till the last sands have run, and ere are no more. There came a day when Otto von der Lanken bade fare ell. He went skin for his ht - tie nurse garden looking g tee nurse to say good -by to her, but could not find her; then he saw little foot -marks in the sandy path under the roses and syringes that led down on to the shore. He followedthem androuna Lischen standing bythe title looking outto sea. "Lieschen," be said, coming up to her, "I am come to say g d -by!" "Oh, not to-dayl cried Lieschen clasping her hands and looking up at him with her great, piteous eyes; not so soon!" ""Dock ja, liebes kind," he answered, kindly; "I am well again and strong thanks to my good little Lieschen. and itis time to oe up and doing. And now," he added, see g the tears rush to her eyes, "now at can I do for thee, sweet child? k-whatthou wilt" She looked up a him a moment standing- there so to and straight and fair, with the sun ois bright hair and the blue sky shim in his eyes, and then she put her hands over her face a lif 1 mz lx e i n t th vh w 0 0 h nd a d, 00 " l,in it in what is 11 h ng an and sobbed aloud like a little child." "Donner!" ejaculated the young count softly to himself, to great perplexity. Then he drew a step nearer. "Dear lit- tle Lieschen, don't cry, for pity's sake! What, can I do for thee? Tell me." "Oh, give me your love---yoer love!" she cried out passionately. "Love me, if only a little!" and then she broke down utterly and leaned her lite, i n'own head against his arm, eryni • , •rly. "Why that thou hest, .•;,.r caldt -not; a little, 'but a great deal.. Who could help loving thee?" he antsw' r u sooth- ingly. "Ask something ha Lr, for my lON e thou hast." After a long pause she looked up through her tears. "And thou wilt-- that: ilt-thou wilt come back one day?" "Why, surely," ly, said lie. I am not worth all these tears pretty rine! Be happy„ right happy, till. I come a•gain.. Aui a nowt sweet elxltu. AaIJ ,d rtttuva+ when! aatt baldig Wiedexsehenl" He stooped and kissed her on the forehead, and went away up the sand, turning under the svringas to wave another farewell, and then sheaddhi horse's i rye's hoofs clattering up the y, , d be. Was gone. Clone! How it haunted i her day after day as she passed in and out of house, empty of his presence; down. the gardenthe meadows. which knew d, aup his step- and voles no more; and upon the shore, where be had bidden ger farewell! Weeks passed before she at all turned from that feeling of missing hire so sorely to the hope of his return. He had said A.uf Wiedersehen TPer- haps in aweek, a mouth—perhaps at harvest-time—perhaps at Christmas-- mas he would come, she thought, as the i time went 'by. But be did not come—not even when it was spring, and the early leaves came i out, and the clouds lifted and shone E white in the young sunshine, gad the birds sang merrily. Gustav cause and went, and began to urge the marriage. Perhaps he saw that his betrothed was losingtlte pretty roses in her cbeeks, and that spa !gilt in her eyes was growing sad and strange; and lie—knowing as none but he knew how much he loved her ---longed to taste her himself in his own home and make ber happy,- i So they ii.xed >i day at last and Lie- ! schen, like one in a dream, helped the old nurse to awake as the preparatious, and plied her needle busily, All was ready at length, and two days Before the wedding Llescben stood on the shore, her work done, and no more to do but to wait now for dawning of the daythat was to bring Gustav and ; make er hie wife, Aa she stood there she seemed to hear a voice answering her own thought ""Thou wilt lose all, bethink the well —all if thou fail. Thy father's love, thy peaceful home, thy fairname, thy good, holiest husband ---all will be lost!" ".Alas, alas, I know it!" she answered weeping; "but I can not, will not fail!'! She went into the house and not, into the sitting -room. ".!'here sat her father in his chair aaleep, the pipe still between his lingers,and the zoom dim with smoke. Her a seemed to frame some word they vainly sought utter, and then with a choking, sob,Rhe turned and stole away—away out of the house, across the meadows, and on to- ward the shore of the other side of the promontory, on which lay ber father'a farm, She was not strong, but some- thing within her gave her power to walk all nightin the chill springweatb. er. Long before noon the next day she bad caught tho Stralsund steamer on Its backward way, and was being car- ried across the water to Stralsund. She felt no weariness, no hunger, thirst. or cold and only longed to be on foot once more. She was quite familiar with the quaint obi quiet town. tuul Water hurried upthe quay,across the art r street, and up nder11�the dark. shadowy Lemlower gateway. along the quiet streets where grass grows between the stones of the pavement. and the old gabled houses have looked down for hundreds of vears upon the simple burgher life below. She went through the town and out into the country be- yond, past many a pleasant little farm, where the storks were patehing up their great nests on the thatehed barns and sow -houses, and making their curious rattling cry as they flew to and fro. She remembered that the storks used to brine the summer in old days and all tood gifts when they came back, and hat this spring they bad not yet come to her home on Rugen. In one little village she asked for a drink of milk, and they made her eat and rest a little while; but she was restless and anxious to be gone, so they let her go, though the wind was rising and blowing sharp and keen, and little flakes of snow were flying through the air. By nightfall a a fierce storm was blow- ing, and the air was thick with driving snow. Liesehen asked shelter at a farm lyialg a little back from the high road. "How far is it to Triedenhagen`a?" she asked. "What, hast thou friends at.Frieden- hagen? In the service of the Count von der Lanken, then?" "Yes, I have a friend there," answer- ed the girl, with a faint smile. "Is it far now?" "Why, thoxi wilt not walk it, surely? 'Tis a good four hours from here" "Oh am very strong," answered Lie - schen bravely. Only let me sleep here, and then I shall be able to do it." So she slept there; but very early in the morning she rose and stole away out on the snowy road in the cutting, pitiless wind. leaving behind her, as a token of her gratitude, the only thing she had to give—her betrothal ring. "She has a sad story, doubtless, poc.r thing!" said the good people, shaking their heads over it; and they put i away, and forgot all about it and her. Meanwhile she passed on till it was drawing toward noon, and then the walls and turrets of the great Schloss Friedenhagen rose dimly. through the falling snow. At every step her tired feet grew heavier, the snow glared up- on her aching eyes, and the cold wind seemed to pierce her through and through; but still she struggled on, and stood at length under the great poste- cochere, and rang the bell. She had no thought of her soiled and draggled clothes, or of the impression she aught make upon the servants' no thought at all of them, but only of him, of Otto von der Lanken, and that another mo- ment must bring them face to face. She heard bell's ringing merrily_ was it only phantom music in her tired brain' And then the door opened, and a rough voice demanded her business and her name. "Who are you, and what are you here about on such a day as this?" I.iesehenvaguely .fancied ne was re- ferring to the snow, and imidly asked to see the young Herr Graf. The man laughed aloud. "A pretty request, truly! Come an- other day, mein fraulein. Know you not the young Herr Graf has just brought home' his bride, and is to -day receiving the congratulations of all his noble friends? The gracious lord would be somewhat astonished, I take it, to see a beggar -maiden like you among the train. Make way, make way;" and he pushed her hastily aside as agay carriage came rolling up the drive. Lieschen turned away faint, attained, exhausted, broken-hearted, and the guests went laughing and chatting up the, steps anal into the great hall, and the door was shut. Two days later a big, broad -shoulder- ed man, with a sun -browned face and a red beard, came riding along the snowy road toward Friedenhagen. The storm o great drifts stillla- was over. pals the, l a. r y piled by the roadside—deep, broad, and white. The green buds otpsprimg were withered ontllie_boughs' sullen clouds moved slow against the leaden sky, and huddled iii great banks about the south and west; it was freesing, but the bits ter wind was still. The horseman's face was sad and stern, and be looked absently at the snow as he rode along, when suddenly a great cry broke from his lips. He flue down the reins and sprang to the ground. "Ach, niznmermehrl Adz, du mein Gott! Liesehen, Lieschent my little Liesehen!" For there, covered but not hidden by the snow, a discovered something-- something that told him all, almost be- fore his eyes bad fully seen it -a few shadows, a few curved tines, a sweep- ing tress of dark -brown hair. He fell down beside the still, 'unheeding form, and Put back the matted hair that was blown across the face, and kissed the frozen eyes, the frozen parted lips, the little frozen bands in vain; dead, stark stead, his little Lieschen—frozen in the drifted snow.. That was the end of 'it all, He saw his ring was gone from her hand, but. how or why he could not guess, Ile only knew she had lied from her wedding - day and from him, and dimly felt that Otto von der Lanken mighty be te a e---whe her il. noeent or guilty lty he could not tell and little cared. to know, since all was lost, And Otto von der Lanken neverknew. "That pretty child will have forgot,. ten me," he said once to himself tat spring, when something reminded him of his promise at parting from her,"and willave arried the good Bauer by this time, or I miglit send for her to wait upon my wife." PLAYING A BULL The Hon. Gus Trenchard knew •lit, at least be thought so, and it certain - looked like it for be had. managed to live sumptuously on next to nothing for some yearn. The fact of the matter • was, he was a hawk, and preyed ou gilded fledglings with great dexterity. One of the best -dressed men in town. and certainly one of the best -looking, be bad sailed charmingly through life. A. man with a cool head, a steady uerve, and an easy conscience—it well-bred, mode r- ately ales a ,has ten chances stto one in his favor, and the Ikon. Gus had all these qualifications. He had one or two faults, for heplunged," and he hada habit of backing his fancy horse for outrageously large amounts. After each of those periodical fits of plunging, how- ever, be would sit for some time on the stool of repentance,and would look about for a rich stripling to teach life to, and to make pay dearly for being taught; but voand swear as he would never to go le "a header" again, he was always sure, when luck was with him and his banker's account was respectable, to do exactly what be had sworn against. The Hon. Gus had a sister—not very handsome,andnot very young;buita fine, tall stylish girl, who dressed well and made the most of a good figure. She lived generally in chambers with her brother. and constant association with him had given her an insight into Lon- don life that few girls attain. Of Tate the Hon. Gus had been decidedly un- lucky, for he had lost a lot of money at twoconsecutive meetings, and he had not found any fledgling willing to be plucked. "They are getting so deuced smart; a lad of 20 knows as much now as I did at 80," he murmured plaintively to his sister. He felt aggrieved, and considered, like many another man not as clever as he was, that the times were sadly out of joint, and that with new -fashioned • ` n themasses,unlet ideas, educafiio of lands, and hard -up fathers life was be- coming every day more difficult. Then Constance did not go off and " though he was fond of her and had grown accustomed to her companion ship,aet itwouldbe,afterall,muchmore comfortable if she married arich, good- natured fellow, who would help him 1 over a difficulty on a settling day or perhaps allow himself to be plucked moderately. t The Hon. Gus sat over the fire in his chambers, looking into the embers and 1 reviewing the situation. Evidently his ! thoughts were not pleasant for he pok- ed the fire savagely and muttered 1 through his clenched teeth: "Curse it all; I am tired of lifel" • Even the soothing influence of a good cigar had no charm for him now, and he allowed it to bum out, and then threw it vieiouslyinto the grate. Con- stance lay on a sofa, pulled close to the table, and was reading, or, rather, made pretense to read, a new novel; but every now and then she looked over the book at her brother, and when she turned her eyes again on the book they wan- dered listlessly over the opened pages. It is not pleasant for a woman to wit- ness in silence the misery of another, particularly when that other is herown brother. Gus did not speak but con- tinued to look steadily into the fire. He had evidently passed the savage stage and was studying- coolly the pros and cons of some new scheme. With a sigh of relief—for he had made up his mind—he arose from the chair, and, standing with his back against the mantelpiece, said to his sister: "Con, we mustdo something. I't can't ao-on. , I have not two hundred at the bank" "What do you propose doing?" asked Constance, closing her book. "Giving up schooling those youngsters —they know as much as I do nowadays —and going in for business." "Going infor business!".sane ejacu- lated, in .intense astonishment. • "Yes by. Jovel I will go o.xthe stock exchn the�� stock -exchange, O Gus! You must be dreaming. Why, they are all so sharp there." "So much the better. Y.I ou remember Samuel Jones?" "That horrid -looking ew?" "Thathorrid-looking Jew, as you call. him. But. by the by., he says he is a Christian." "Christian or Jew, is is all the same I wonder you are seen with hint, 1t1 does not play or lend money. does he?" "He is as rich as Rothschild, and be admires,you, (.on, "Admixes me—that fellow said the Hon. Constance, tossing her head in high disdaab'. I will have him here to dinner to- morrow, and, you utast be attentive to lzim; put on that pretty smile slid charming manner that von wear when you her, bowl acalm!}fellow. over,' continued her b The hon. Constantine Trenehazd looked at her brother thoughtfully. She knew from old experience that she would have to alo .exactly as he liked, and she had :1 weedertul respect for hie • ability. Eight years ars lsefore she could • have married well; even five years ago she could have been settled fn the shares with a good-natured. miildlle-aged man of means. But she liked Jaek Ince. and jack Ince liked tier, though he had no money. • The feet of it was, Constance had ber • little romanee—most women have,sonne tune iu their lives—but Gus, who even then bad an eye on the main point, had urged het -warmly not to lose the golden opportunity. ".\tarry the fellow with. the money, Con; don't be a silly fool" Five thousand a year can not be caught every day;." Ii.r romance ended, as these uupractieal romances general! - enti, in nothing; or, , rather, in Jae emigrating to Austraalln and being completely forgotten. and in Constance n being sial„le at.AT and perfectly willing to gnarly tiny avel't'a�xr num With sutli- cient motley to keep her, She was teevet and Wags takilag; but, somehow, tile men slid not COflae .for- ward. Two or three youngsters had gone into eestatsies about her but then ties was busily occupied fleecing them, • and she had little time, or perhaps in- el nation, for playing her nwn giuue.' invnz- ably, with the toss of their money they lost their have, and 'shunned her brother's chambers, Last season she had heard a man, leaning over the rails in the row, ask another: "Who is that fine girl? by Jove, what a figure:” - "Gus Trenehard's sister;but no spoon- ing there, ilaawks, you know, and all that," replied taus friend. Cool es she was -•-and she was coot— she coulee not help onside hotly; and the intense pain and mortification she • suffered brought somehow visibly to her recollection the old days when she would stoop to no dishonor, and when she loved that honest, good-looking Jock' thee.. CATARRH- A NEW TREATMENT. i'84'l,al>� the most estraerdtnavy suceesb that i11tn bunts uohievetl it4mloderu mOttieine Pias ,teen ettuhtedby Lha Dixon troatlrlunt wr ca- tt,rrit. Out of 2,itO,1 Ini.tiunts treated during the amt fuuu't'er boyo bot+lraur:r"dnf tufo •swbllyburnietynatio iy:. cuntills ft, unuw rho loss startling when it is remembered that not live per oa,tt. of patients presenting tiae►nseive' to the ranular practitifiner are bo- urflttutl tr'-ile tho,nttcu, cnie i.es anU other. 1411vort., e<l emCOs never 1•e,•o,'41 a euro at all. Starting with the obits, mew geuerally,.clloved by tl,u must OOirutiffc ins„ that disease is 4aus to the presence o(ttviug „arasitesin the tisane. Mr, kris, n at once adapted his cure to tboir oxter i ination--this ,tcccrnpilobed, bo claims the Catarrh is practically eured, and til. per. nlanoucy ucgaes, toned. us pules eftoeted l,y hin, four years Jt o are core. ,Still. No one else h 's attempted to stare Catarrh in aria Mantle r, and n0 other trot' talent ev61' cured C'atar'rh, Ti, , a.; plicattou of the remedy is simile, and can b,. done at home, soil the present season of the \ear •s the most favor- able for ,t speedy and permanent cure, the uteiority of eases being eurcil at one treat- ment Sufferers should correspond with Messrs, i,,. 11....1 .(1.^ ,t sON.1103 Ring street west, T.1'ntc.,^auada,and enclose stamp for ti;oir tr Ootise:011 Catarrh.-leent'cal nal', !wort. I7, l88 , .1.s she looked at her brother now she coital not help feeling almost as she did • that day, for she knew the p,au" :its would have to piny in any new selwtne of his would not be an honorable one; and though she submitted, and even at times enjoyed the fun of fleecing a voungstl'r,"y'et herconseience wouhi to up- braid 1 1 i aailellvauxit. However,though elle wasnervous and somewhat agitated at the 1p•(,vpa'et of having to again assist tactive'ly in the working out of some dirty plmat, she looked at her bristlier eatllnly, as she asked. "W'hat do you wish nits to do? Speak plainly, Gus. It's better that I should know the worst at °net " "Tilt: horst is bud enough, though it. is only to make love to Samuel Jones." "And—" she conunenee,l; but here she stopped, Looking up at taus with a frightened, nervous, deprecatory ex- pression on her face that unfused him.: "No, Con; not that. by ,love! Don't think me such a brute. I'd sooner see pvonlat:" (lead than married to a fellow like Constance said nothing. though she! evidently was relieved; and her brother continued: "Jones is on the stock;; exchange, and is the leading light of a dirty firing of rich speculators, who bull and bear— one er two stocks, as it suits them." Itis sister listened attentively, and Gus went on: "Jones would give his eyes to get into , our set, and he would jump, like a hungry trout at a fly, at any girl, so long as she was one of us. If you play your cards well, you will have him at your feet in a week." "And then?" "Get him to put you on to a good thing. `Mexican ordinaries,' `Bri'iiton A's,' and a lot of other speculative stocks are worked by rings, and Jones leads the heaviest and dirtiest ring, in the house. Find out what he is going to do next, give me the tip, and, by Ave. Con, get him to put in 20,000 for you." "Twenty thousand pounds!" she ejacu- lated, in astonishment. "You don't understand it, Con, and you needn't. He will,soon enough. h. Just say you have enouh money to pay. differences or carry over. He will never ask you to deposit securities if you spoonhim properly. I. will take care that he drinks enough before I give you your opportunity." "I am afraid, Gus, I must be very stupid. Am I to ask him to invest £20, 000 for me, and to tell me in what he in- vests nvests it?" , . ' "Itis pretty much like it, though it isn't exactly that. Just find out it his ring are gong in for a big thing soon, what it is, and 1f they twill be `bulls' or 'bears.' Admire his cleverness, tell. him you love speculation, and went to hake a lump of money with the couple of thousand you have idle at the bank. Just get him to promise to let you into 'the swim,' and to put a big lot on for you." "Do you think he will?" "If you play him properly he will to a certainty. I will then give the tip' to a fellow I know, who will put a pile on for me. But now Con, I shall go to bed," he said rising, "and.you can think the matter over." When at the door he turned to his sister and said: "Put the rose-colored shades on the lamps, Con. Have a roaring fire, and sprinkle a lot of perfume about. I will make him drink plenty of wine. Good- night". Samuel Jones was delighted to dine with the Hon. Gus Trenchard, and the dinnerwas excellent. Constance was charming, and smiled and talked to him until he felt that he had never met such a nice girl before. "She is a stun- ner! There is nothing like blood after all," he muttered to himself. All the, time the valet kept his glass well filled and before dinner was over the fair Constance had half her work done. [To be Continued.] ATER'S Hair Vigor restores. with the gloss and freshness of youth, faded or gray hair to a natural, rice brown color or deep black, Ramey he desired. Ian ito use light or rad hair maybe darkened, thin hair thickened, anti baldness often. though not :dear', cured. 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