Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1852-05-27
THE PRUSSIAM GIRL.
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A TALE OF Sill ESIA

During the seven years war, the ex
ertiops of the Prussians in iha, critical
moment to support the falling fortunes
of lher indefatigable monarch were truly
worthy of luminous character in the
records of history: but they were far out.
done by the public sacrifices which were
voluntarily made by individuals to re-
pei the encroachments of the armies in
The year 1906. Each family con.ribut-
ed, in different ways, to the expenses of
the war; even the poorest borders gave
in their mite for the general good, though
il deprived their families of many little
luxury which they had before been used
TO. ..aF .Ftn
In one of the romantic vallies Of Sile-
sis, lived young girl of SURPRISING beau
ty-.he pride and delight OF her parents,
whose only occupation was to attend to
their tlocks and bear the scant produce
of their little farm to a neighboring town.
Ella, like the wild flowers, had grown
and bloomed in Obscurity, adorned and
beaudfed by the unerring hand OF IA.
ture. She had seen but little of .he
world until the trump of war sounded
over the country, and echoed discordant-
ly amidst the recesses of it's solitude,
and when in consequence of her inquir-
les. her father was obliged 10 tell her the
distracted state OF her native land, the in
dignant blush and high heaving of her
bosom proclaimed how much she felt for
her enterprising sovereign and the brave
people who arrayed to defend his do
minions. "
"Heaven grant us the victory!' ex-
claimed she in a patriotic enthusiasm of
her soul. 81 would, father, that nature
had made woman strong enough to fight"
The old man only smiled reply, aud
kissed her rosy cheek, babe her keep
out of sight of the soldiers.
The caution was scarcely Deeded-El-
len knew where to find one whom she
might gaze upon and be gazed upon for
hours, and who, though not dressed out
in the trappings of the military, was more
10 her than all the world besides. She
was soon at the mountains slope watch
ing her herds, and listening to the mel
low notes as they flowed from the pipe
of Adolphe-a fine featured young man,
who sat at her feet gazing tenderly upon
her smiling face.
'That hair of yours, Ella" said he
laying down the instrumental would
give the world for one little lock; and he
ran his fingers through the glossy tresses
as they hung luxuriantly around her fine
ly moulded shoulders.
"The world is not yours to give. Mr..
Adolphe," said she archly; "but do you
only love me for my curls, which you
are always praising"
IL love you Cor ourself, dear Ella; but
these rich ringlcts, which might grace a
queen, | almost idolize them, and yet
you refuse to bestow upon me one lille
tress."
'.Have not reason! Were to give
you lock, i might never see you again;
for then you would have your idol by
you and should be forgotten. No, A
dolphe, first prove yourself worthy of the
gift. and then you shall have not only
iress. but my hand too, if you desire it,"
sTell me how to become worthy Of
SO es,imable gift," exclaimed the enrap-
tured youth, and will.follow the path
which you will point out.
"There it is," answered the maiden,
pointing towards Breslau, and looking
her lover fixedly in the face.
"And what am to do in Breslau?"
"Join the brave men who are strug-
Cling for our liberties, and ten-fold shall
be the love Of Ella.
A slight blush overspread the face of
Adolphe, he bade her farewell, and was
soon lost in tho recesses ofthe valley.
There was more courtliness in the last