Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1847-07-13

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alone would have the right of releasing you from
your sngagsments-for you are not c man to for
felt your word. Should you think proper to for
ward any remittance to Mr.. Marbel, will send
it speedily and safely; in that case, write to me
without loss of time. To prevent any misappre
hension on tho part Of Mr.. Marbel, Will tell
him know not of your place of residence"
"No. no, Mr. Schmidt" cried Conrad, with
quverug lip, while the tears stood in his eyes;
"your kind receptions will not DO for me. l OK
pected better counsel, and find was mistaken
in you. l am Marbel's son. whom he protected
and educated; l will 90 to India, to assist my
father!''
He called the steward, informed him of the
necessity for his immediate departure, and gave
him his instructions; also telling h I'M that he was
going a, to Regensburg, to ask his dismissal
of Mr. w alenroth
When he entered the parlour in tbs evening,
he found Madame Walter much detected Jo-
sephine sat in silence by the window. He an
nounced that he was going to India The young
girl became pale as death, and her hands, that
held her knitting work, fell down in her lap
Conrad did not observe her emotion; he was too
intensely absorbed with the idea of Mr. Narbeis
suffering, which he described touchingly TO the
old lady He spoke with much scorn Of the
bank er's advice.
IL should be a william" concluded he, "if
could stay here, after this. though were sure of
meeting my death on tho way
"Ah. yes," repeated the steward; ait is indeed
a melancholy business"
Nay" said Madame Walter, while her voice
faltered ait is well that you think thus; but do
r.. 10, 40 tiop
may point out a beitcr course" And she glanc
cd towards her aughter.
Josephine lifted up her pale face, and collect
ing her strength for the effort, cried, "Mother,
dear mother do not distress him. He must-he
must go.-he dare not stay" And she sank
down in a swoon-
Her mother sh,ieksd, Conrad raised her in his
arm 9; the stewart called assistance, and she was
carr led to her chamber.
In about m hour Madame Walter sent for Con-
rad. He obeysd the ons, ant as he enter
ed the apartment, saw Josephine seated in the
ar IN chair. He took seat near her in silence,
looking sorrowfuliy. however, at her pale coun
tcnance.
81 gave you fright" said she, smiling; II
am sorry, but could not help it. Now l am
well.'
Conrad was trembling 18th emotion.
81 want to YOU" said the young girl, "as
long as can. Mother, bring Mr.. Eckbert
glass Of that old wine; he does not look we'll; he
has suffered much 1t will strengthen him; for
his spirit Sc ems stronger than his body"
The mother went out. Conrad looked at 10
sephine, he had not expected much feeling
from her.
"You are grisvsd, then. dear Josephine" he
ask ed, at length, "that must leave your"
mo-" she answered.; "you do well TO go; you
could not do otherwise. You follow sacred du
ty, you cannot meet with harm-God will be
with you
"Ah, Josephine! and yet my heart is broken.
You know not how much love you.'
Think upon your unfortunate father"'
"WIl you remember in absence, Joseph
ine?''
eyes Conrad, and with gratitude"
"Gratituds1"
eyes; for am better since you came hero
Take this knowledge with you. We may never
meet again in this world, but shall always be
happier for having known you"
"You embarrass me, Josephine. All. know
you how dear you arc to me? Do you'll know what
l 5 ufier in parting from you?''
one aVeTteG her race. AT mo same moment Nd
dame Walter came in with the wine. They both
drank, AMI Josephine became moro cheerful.
"My uother," shs said, when the moment of
parting came, "you may give Mr.. Eckbers last
embrace-for me!'
The mother clasped him in her arms, then
kneeling, he stole kiss from the blush ng cheek
of her daughters snatched her hand. which she
extended in adieu, and covered it with k isses,
while his faco was bathed in tears. Madame
Walter sobbed aloud; Josephine covered her face
while she motioned him to leave them.
CHAPTER
The next morning, Conrad drove away, a
crowd of the tenants folio we'd the carriage wi tn
tears and lamentations; for he much beloved
by them all. He leaned back in the seat and a.
bandoned himself to sad reflections. How hap
py had been his lot.-how desoate was he now!
But his benefaetor--should he nurmur at being
called to sacrifice all for him. Did not duty call
for the surrender of his happiness, his love, his
life'
All said conscience, it is your own fault tn at
you 60 not TO India with pleasure, that you leave