The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-08-19

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In oppressive anxiety the Count left the
house of death The last words of Lorenz
awakened fearful doubts in him.
ut were horrid And yet what else could 1t
he-what could have been carried away! The
child died at that time; they perhaps killed it
beloved Erka-the chief of my thoughts, my
pride my happiness. No, it cannot be ;
mere mcmentary imaginings. But Hatcher
despondency her anxiety -.
Amid these torturing doubts the Count
reached the palace. He wished now to see no
ono 70 sneak with no one Gladly would he
have GONE back to Catharine once more to pre-
vail upon her to give him the truth of his fear
fnl Gorebodings. Still it was renewed com.
fort to him to be able, for moment at least
10 hold fast to the deusion.
Frederic came to meet him.
IL have unlocked the saloon and had fire
made below" said the old servant.
When Eisheim entered the apartment every
thing therein reminded him of Erika. Here
when child, she played-when maiden, she
shone Here, too she would in future act and
manage. III ObscINcu III kC
over the sofa. The beautifully painted female
looked down upon him so calmly, that the sight
Of her arrested him.
have loved strange child so dearly; but
should | yet find our own, Erika shall never
want never be inferior-shall even have the
first place in my heart"
Eisheim felt on this point like Baler, but al
together differently.
Pursued by restlessness, the Count again left
the palace. He could not bear to be in room
where he had to.meet the accusing look of a
mother robbed even in death, and the remem-
brance of spurious daughter. When about
half way to the house of death, the parson met
him. Catharine, relieved by Lorentz's death
from the command of silence, had confessed
her guilt aud to the cold, annihilating stroke
of fearful certainty, added a yet more fearful
uncertainty. Anne had never disclosed where
she had taken the child. The Count spoke
long of measures to be taken. No search that
might lead to a discovery should be too dis
tant too difficult for him..
When he returned, after several hours, to
the palace, exhausted and overcome, he found
table with two covers in the hall. This re-
minded him of his guest who was in the sa-
lOOn F.lSneInl went ulIllSeI W call MN, anu
was surprised to find him in the absorbing con-
temptation of what he imagined to be the pro-
duction of Van Dyke or Rembrandt The
young man, with arms folded, stood motionless
before the picture of the Countess, and heard
not the person coming in, who stood for a little
time silent Edmund then opened his lips and
as if speaking aloud in dream, said:
"Ths is herself, not to be mistaken-feature
for feature"
"Whc?" asked the Count laying his hand
on Edmunds shoulder
Muller looked round with surprise
My sister, said he, looking into the Count
lnquring face Eisheim started
Does your family live in this neighbor-
hood'n
My father was a preacher at the Dukes,
in Reichsfeld"
The Count sank into sad musings, and the
meal was taken in silence.
Days passed without obtaining any explana-
tOn-days in which Edmund under the pres
sure of painful recollections, worked in the gal
lery of paintings in the palace; and the Counts
mind was harassed to connect the links OF a
chain that mi ght lead to the lost child when
one evening letter came from Adrian, that
put an end to all ambiguity, and determined
the Count and Edmund to depart that very
hour