Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1843-11-24

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attempting to save her parent. This cir
cumstantinl account destroyed the last hop.
| lingering in the bosom of Clara and he
mother, and they wep, long and deeply
almost benumed by grief.
But from this sacred sorrow they were
suddenly and rudely awoke. The svas
estates Of Altman. though entailed in the
male line, were TO have descended to Cla-
"a on her marriage, by the consent of the
king.-But the deed had never been made
Richard was now in prison in Germany,
and his base brother John ruled unright-
eously in his stead. The claimant 10 the
estates was in high favor with the disso-
lutte prince, and now came forward TO de-
mand the domaine. Rage and revenge
were uppermost in his heart, for he had
been rejected lover Of Clara; and hav-
ing rene wed his suit, after the death of her
intended husband, had been again refused
Malignant by nature and pi,iless from de-
PRAYED habits, he felt no remorse in eject
ing both mother and daughter from their
habiiation, and leaving them utterly UNI
provided for, to the most abject poverty.
All appeals 10 The prince were in vain.
He stood too much in need of supporters
to his usurped throne, to venture rupture
with the possessor of the Altman manors.
Since this event nearly the whole of
long year had elapsed, which had been
spent by the sufferers in mingled grief and
penury. Winter had now come, and the
rude cabin in which they had found shell
ter many leagues away from their old res
idence, shook in the tempest, while the
snow beat in between the chnks, and The
cutting blasts sent chill to the very hearts
Of the inhabitants.
Why don't you put on another faggo.'
querulously said the sick mother, as rude
gust whirled through the leaky lattice. and
made her shiver. Poor Clara, though far
less warmly clad, endeavored not to ap-
pear cold, but the icy bueness of her skin
contradicted her demeanor. The tears
gushed into her eyes. She looked around.
Dear mo.her,' she said, we have but one
more faggot, which must last US till the
storm aba,es. If we use it now; we shall
have nothing with which TO cook our scant
breakfast in the morning.
'Merciful God,' exclaimed the mother,
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endure this cold no longer. feel shall
die before morning. No fagots-oh I! vir-
gin mother of Christ have mercy on u.s.
Mother said the devoted girl, running
to her and clasping her around. will hold
you in my arms all night. ! am young,
and can impart my warmth to your frame
Cheer up, dear mother she continued.
though in voice of alarm. for fright, and
the bitter chilIiness of the atmosphere were
rapidly producing fearful change in the
parents countenance, Il will put on the
other faggot-we will eat our scanty sup
per, and you shall drink the last cup Of
wine. We kept i, for an emergency. and
when can we better use It. Tomorrow
will be c'ear-I know i'll feel it, and
then we can ge. all we want, for will
beg for it sooner than see you TINS Dear.
dear mother, see-the fire burns brightly
now.-Eat-and we will seek rest-and
you shall all night sleep warmly IN my
arms.
God bless you,- my child said the
mother, and the tears gathered into her
ewes, but fear the worst she continued,
with a responding shake of the head.
The storm looks as if it would last for
days-,hen what will become Of US 2
Clara shuddered. Her heart felt as if
oppressed with mighty load, for as she
listened she recognized those deep tones
in the tempes. which always forebode a
duration of some days. Had it not been
for the presence Of her mother, whom she
fell. the necessity of encouraging, she
would have sat down and wept in despair.
Suddenly there was knock al the door.
Roth females started and looked a: each
other. Clara hesitaled to move. voice
was now heard asking admi.'ance from
the awful storm, which the traveller said
surpassed any he had ever witnessed
Fear W as no part Of Clara's nature: He'
heart was ever open to pity. Without
further though. she unbarred the door. a
tall figure, wrapped in knights cloak
followe bv servant, entered. The in.
truder lifted his cap as he came in. display
inc weather beaten face, surmounted BY
thick locks of grey. lie shook the snow
from him, advanced to the fire. and thel
with surprise in every feature of his coun
tcnance ranged around the room.
You seem lily provided for such wea'h
err he said, turning, for the first tlme' e
Clara, have you no faggots Z
The poor girl shook her head' ;.
| One can't expect a stouP OF wine II
such place as this he said apolege..cal
w. Clara gave silent gesture OF d'ssen
~ she returned his gaze, then Henry
-. nost thank the saints there is sons
left in your flask. Give these good PEG
nle portion. for they seem to need It.