Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1840-11-26
NO. IS

1t was the eve Of the festival Of St. Ste
phen and the avnca,ions which il brought
with II to all the Inhabitants of the chateau
enabled BOrltZa The more readily TO elude
observation. The hours wore on and as
midnight approached the maiden trembled
even amid all her love for Emeric, at the
promise she had tacitly given; for there
arose upon her memory every dark story
she bad heard Of the spectre knights, who
at that solemn hour met beside the spring.
to wall over the departed glories Of their
order, with their blood stained swords bar
ed in the moonlight to invoke vengeance ON
those who had wrought their overthrow
Her pulses throbhed as these tales rushed
over her brain; she had been familiar with
them from her childhood and she had heard
them with perfect faith even as they had
been told
The eleventh hour came at length, and
then the fond woman shook off the idle ire
mors Of the girl, and thought only of him
she loved-she forgot her terrors, and seiz-
ing pitcher, she waited until all was silent
throug bout the chateau, and with noiseless
steps she stole forth, and hurried 10 the
fountain.
The moon was up nearly at the full; the
trees cast fantastic shadows on her path and
the leaves whispered in the wood like spirit
voices-but she had neither eyes nor ears,
save for him she sought, and he already
waited her at the mystic spring. 1t was a
sad meeting, for they met only to part
Tears were there, hot and bitter tears, such
as are wrung from young hearts when they
first learn to suffer, which the world mocks.
without being able to understand, and ends
by turning into gall. They vowed to each
other fidelity even to tho grave-a barren,
proftless fidelity, though they were never to
meet again but it was almost happiness to
believe that they should at least be wretch
ed for each others sake. They had thou
sand things to say-a thousand things to
ask-but they could only weep, and fold
their arms fondly about each other, and
VOW that from that hour their hearts should
never again beat with passion until they
we're laid cold within the grave.
At length they parted. Ye who have
never loved seek not even 10 dream of such
parting 'Twere idle, vague and empty
speculation. The enthusiast, who, sick
with study, and pale with blighted hope,
wilhers his strength and drains his life away
in pursuit ofthe subtle secret by which he
is to turn to gold the pebble on his path, is
nearer 10 the goal Of his wild search, than
ye to comprehend the agony Of two young
hearts severved like theirs. Smile on and
hug yourselves in your cold ignorance--ye
have escaped pang whose memory no af-
after years can never wear away!
Emeric had pressed his lips to the lips Of
his beloved, and then maddened by misery,
he had hurried away for he dared not say
Fare,OeH. Mechanically Bortza plunged
her pitcher into the spring, and when she
drew it back, rested it on the border of the
fountain into which her tears fell like rain.
Suddenly soft light cleaned about her, a
soft and silvery light-it was like nothing
that she had ever seen before day break
was more shadowy. sunshine more broad,
the moonrays colder and less equal. Her
heart beat quickly. and glancing, tmidly
around, she saw beside her form that she
could not mstske. II was St Stephen
The crown mitre was upon his brow, the
crossier in his hand and he was looking to-
ward her with smile Her knees bent
under her, and her head dropped upon her
bosom.
Fear not, fair girl" said voice which
sounded like the summer wind as it MUIR
mers among flowers. "your Innocence
guards you from the dangers which your
beauty might provoke. Weep no longer;
tomorrow sun will shine brightly odry up
your tears, and remember that the fist form
which crosses your path after that sun has
risen will be the form of him to whom your
faith must be pledged for life. Repine not,
but obey" ts 49,.
Bertha trembled and fell prostrateto the
earth, and when she yentured once more
to raise her head and look around her, she
was alone. She murmured prayer and
fed. and although she dared not hope that
what she had seen was indeed more than
vision Of her excited Imagination, she felt
happier than she had been for many weeks
She Wept, i, is true, but her tears had
soothing in them: aud when she slept, she
dreamed Of Emeric and of the Saint, and
awoke only to believe that all must yet 60
well. - SD a 6 a.s.f
On the morrow at sunrise all the neigh
borhoodz was alive with pilgrims TO the
shrine of ST. Stephen, and among the rest
went Boriiza. walking in silence between
her father and her aunt. A shadow was on
the path even as the fair girl passed the
oates Of Bolko's domain the rising sun
nn.;n,ed its e,,iine in distinct and palpabie
rrel;ef-it was Emeric-Emeric who sought
only last look of his beloved ere he He'd
forever alike his home and his country ae