Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1846-04-09

girl! her courage had departed; she only
wished TO reach home in safety Walking
as fast as possible, she took the nearest wav
homewards; but bewildered and frightened,
she lost herself in the woods After wan
Idering about some time in uncertainty, she
sat down, utterly exhausted, and weeping
bitterly, at the foot of tree. Nature soon
yielded to fatigue and sorrow, and she fell
into profound slumber.
The moon was just descending behind
the mountain opposite, when dark figure,
wrapped in cloak, entered the wood 1t
was stranger from the hamlet. He too had
been wandering around the Schalkstein, in
his philosophers search. Beguiled by the
beauty of the night, and the romantic views
that presented themselves at almost every
turn, he had roamed farther than he intend
ed. The sight of white object at a little
distance caused him to quicken his pace.
Beneath the shelter of tree young and
beautiful girl lay sleeping. Her cheek rest
ed on the dark moss her loosened hair, in
long light curls, lay on her fair neck and
bosom. Tears still hung on the slken eye
Iashes, and now and then-though her
slumber was deep as an infant's-a sigh
heaved her breast, as even in sleeping she
had not forgotten grief. Never had so ex-
quisite picture of youth and grace and
loneliness, met the gaze of the stranger.
Taking off his mantle, he laid it softly over
the unconscious maiden, and seated himself
beside her.
Hours passed, and still the stranger watch
ed the slumbers o. the fair girl. At length
the grey dawn began to steal over the sky;
the mountain tops were crimson with the
first rays of the sun. Roswitha opened her
eyes, started up, and shrieked when she
saw man so near her.
BE not alarmed, fair maiden,' said he; Il
found the sleeping, and made bold to guard
| thy rest, and to shelter thee with my man.
tie from the night air.
Roswitha timidly murmured her thanks,
and began to walk quickly homeward. The
stranger followed her They soon passed
out of the wood, but the sun had arisen
when the young girl came in sight of the
cottage. Her parents had already missed
her, and were calling her name in tones of
terror and anguish. a--4ass
4 am here-mother! Father am Heren
answered Roswitha, breathless, and ruHtiing
towards them.
The dame wringing her hands and weep
ing violently.
| where hast thou been, Roswitha" asked
her father, almost sternly.
The maiden confessed all her foolish
dreams, and her vain search. She had done
Ia hat ~ bor tel
Nay, chide her not interposed the stran-
Iger, advancing towards the group, as he
saw how severe reproof the poor girl was
to bear-'chide her not; for wiser than she
have been led into like folly. too wan
dered last night over yonder mountain, to
seek the flower so much desired. And
found indeed hower-more wondrous and
more lovely than ever | dreamed of! A
flower fam would win to myself and wear
| it on my breast
Roswitha blushed as she saw how close
ly the stranger had followed her, and more
deeply at his words. Her parents saluted
him courteously; but when he announced
his name as Oswald Count Won Bolton, the
face Of the old man Frightened, and he
warmly grasped his hand.
Thy father and j. he cried, 'were fellow
soldiers. Hast thou never heard him speak
OF. Fabian?'
'Oftenp answered the Count. have heard
him tell how the timely succor of Fabian, his
brave comrade, saved him from defeat, per-
haps from death. He thinks you dead
But you shall GO to him, and talk over the
days of battle. And if can persuade your
lovely daughter to go with me also, as my
bride, to tighten with her presence home
that has been but dull heretofore, am sure
shall never fear ennui againn
Wehave no time to dwell on the Counts
wooing. But it sped we'll; and when Ros-
witha, with both her parents, accompanied
him to his castle, where his own father liv-
ed, they formed a happy household, The
story of their wandering over the Schalk-
stein mountain, and the finding such unex-
pected treasure, served often to amuse those
who came to visit them.
The treasure still remains buried-ac-
cording to popular rumor-in the bosom of
the mountain.
SANTA ANN1.-The Havana correspond
ent of the Picayune states that Santa Anna
is busily engaged in gambling and cock
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