American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1851, 1851-10-04

with her, without giving it further thought
whether she was mine or not, it mattered little.
Truly my love was not selfish after all, for gave
her all, and did not seek for any in return. 1t
was sufficient to me that had leave to love.
"Wilt thou not see, Karl, my child" my god
father said to me before parting, "that she
treats Gottlieb, the hunter, with the same
frankness as she doth thee Wilt thou be
blind to the fact, unhappy child, that the manly
fellow loves? Forgettest thou how he saved
her life once when the Rhine was carrying her
away, and thou vert standing on the bank
wringing thy hands in utter helplessness--"
!" Nay, but" said |, was it not to me she
fastened first, and kissing me on the forehead
bade me be Of good cheer, for she was safe,
while she only gave her hand to Gottleb, and
tendered him thanks?" ,t sur
"Poor boy!' said the old man to me- very
piteously, "thou art blinded by thy passions.
Thou wilt waken some day, and thy bright
dreams will die forever. May the waking be
not too rude!" and again he sighed, and put
his hand tenderly on my head
:" do not fear" said |, and truly did not
"She knows my truth, and am going now to
give her some lilies from the pool, which she
VIII cherish, for 10 she gave me these but yes
terday, and bade me keep them for her sake y
and took out of my bosom bunch of pansies,
and showed them to him, and then kissed
them ere returned them back to their hiding
place.
"Go, my child" he then added after pause
would not discourage the young-may no
thing more bitter than disappointment vex thy
soul. We must all suffer in turn, and it may be
better now than If it should occur years hence"
left him, thinking of his words; but could
not comprehend them / saw that he had no
faith in the prospect of Nina's loving me, and
for the first time a great disquiet came upon
me. Mine eyes were opened to the truth that
had received from her lips no word of promise
In return for mine A glimpse of something
dark and underlined filled me with vague dread
1t was like the sense of death-of extinction
of a darkening of the sun-a retreating of the
universe into the blackness of chaos, that for
the first time came with mysterious awe upon
my soul
Gottlieb was a fine fellow, too, strong of form,
agile of limb, with the eye of an eagle, and the
courage of lion. He was one of the boldest
hunters of the department, and had frank word
and ready smile for everybody. / knew well
how he would stand under Nina's window-while
| was in the chamber with my book-and greet
her with Good morrow, and give her the feathers
of the grey eagle he had shot, or some other tro-
ply of the chase; and when |, too rose up and
joined Nina at the window, and smiled down my
"good day" to him, how his eye was even bright
er and his honest voice more grateful to my ears.
| knew all this; but he must also know how
loved Nina, and he could never have cherished
the design ofrobbing me of my hearts dear love.
Just as little could suppose he would drive
his huntng-knife into my breast; for Gottleb
never yet hurt human thing. If at any time
thought it a pity he should kill the young
chamois, it was only because | shuddered at the
sight of blood, and the hunter acts but in his
vocation, so never expressed an opinion in the
matter