Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1854-12-28
EBENsBURG, DECEMBER %, 1854.

kept up until the missing pair appeared
"But you do look as if you had been seeing
ghosts" somebody said to them s'What are
they like Z"
The nearest thing to ghost that we have
seen" said Mr.. Wenn, II seized and brought
away with me. Here it is" He took lit
tie book out of his pocket book bound in
red morocco. and beset with tarnished GID
ing-which he offered for the inspection of the
company.
why, what fruit is this to bring out of
an lakewood p cried mine host; ga corrupt
ed French romance p
The account brought home of the forests
deserted house, that had been at last seen by
an English gentleman and lady, was in day
or two town news, and the story to which it
belonged, had by that time been duly fitted
to it. This is the story:
Conrad Ducker and his daughter one NOR
ming sat at breakfast, many many years ago.
''You are spelling my coffee, Gertrude, p
said the forester, stern-Ioking man; ''your
ideas are astray Yo have been reading those
be a housewife, girl"
81 father?"
Eyes, yot. Peter from beyond the noun
n
husband like that would be good luck for a
princess"
''But [ cannot leave you, father, and my
rying into the open land"
Zone may breathe the more freely in the
open land. girl; though for that wouldn't
Schluck who lives close By, and has gone
n lrr,ac 4<.x
"He has been married twice, father, and no
man loves second wife"
'sBahw said the huntsman, scowling sud-
nenly upon his daughters face CAS- you
live, tell me the truth, Gertrude. What
made you spoil my coffee %
'sFather p
"Wha, were your thoughts ?"
''Nothing ,-at least foolish. II was think
ing only of this stocking that am about, be-
cause it is so difficult to match my colors well,
am tired of red and geen"
The old man suddenly rose, and said, The
count viii be here.to-day or tomorrow, Ger
trude"
The girps cheeks flushed as she replied. ''I
know it."
ss How, girl, how ?"
Francis, father, brought me word he was
to come on st. Egidius' day"
Ay, does he so" murmured the forester,
pacing che room thoughtfully "he comes on
St. Egidius' day"
81 have made his bed," the girl said, 'sand
lighted his fire. Arnold helped me. Rut
Arnold does not treat me as a little girl now,
father, and YOU
Again the old man stopped with stern
face before her to ask, What were your
thouohts then CertrI1da 80
when, father 7" -
'sWhen you spoilt my coffee"
= Oh father" she replied. sobbing. 'sYou
are too hard to me. You know this is Egidius'
Day, and nineteen years ago my mother died,
as you have set down in the Bible. And 1
thought how it was that she should die of a
Shot and you never speak of it, and you even
forbid me to speak of it to Others"
The fixed glow of the old mans eyes upon
her checked the girls utterance. Silently he
turned to take from the wall his cap and gun,
then returning to her, drew her towards him,
and said, in hoarse voice. g Hear me, child;
1 viii believe you, and it i well. Do not be
eager for that story; it is not good for your
ears or for my ears. Why return to that ?
1t lies deep, and the grass grows thick above
it. There might come up with it stuff that
would sting you-that would take away your
sight and hearing. Only mind this. You
think too much somebody who should be
as far from you as the sun from the moon,
from whom you should fly as the hare from
the wild cat. l tell you girl, he is false He
would betray you as surely as tomorrow comes
after to-day If you have done already more
than think of him, may God pity you, for
here the mans utterance was choked; his bony
hand was cold and damp-.'You would be
better with milestone round your neck, un-
der ten feet of water" He turned suddenly
away, whistled to his dog, and left her.
/ Gertrude had never seen her fathers gloom
so terrible; but she soon found girls relief
in tears. The forester went out into the wood,
sat for long time motionless upon a grave
| like mound of stones under an oak tree, his
gun on his shoulder, his dogs nose thrust in
| quiringly beneath his arm He sat there til
| twilight and went slowly homeward when
the moon was rising. From the terrace be-
hind the house he by chance raised his eyes
towards a lighted window In the corner Of The
tower. There was light burning in the
room. fire cracking, and young girl wa.
weeping on a young mans shoulder.
:" At last in my arms again, my own fores
fiower?'
"Lord Count, Lord Count p said Ger
trude, let hope be at an end between us. !"
But I am still your Leonard, and you arr
to be my little wife"
my father frightens me; your mother
viii oppose you"
/ s.My mother; yes. To avoid her anger
we must wait. But your father p
i Lying on his shoulder she began totell hin
| al her fasrs which he eu6eavored to ala,
with kisses. A flash and loud report. Glas