Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1854-07-13
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Shortly afteI Yards La \ ult heard the
pranclng of a horse -and then the football
of the animal in quick trot fell upon his
ear. He listened until the sound was lost
IN the distance, and then lie sank down
upon the edge of the bed, and buried his
face in his hands II would be difficnlt
to analyze the emotions or thoughts that
moved INN for the next ten minutes: his
mind was like a kaleidoscope In the hands
OF child. ever turning. and the images
no sooner formed than their shapes were
changed without so much as leaving an
idea OF what they had done
| W hen he arose from the bed, he went
once more to the spot where the body of
the pilgrim lay; and as he stopped down.
and laid his hand upon the pale brow, he
murmured
80, | think Du Chastel did this. Poor
old man! thou art gone, and thy secret is
lost with thee o, would to heaven that I
knew all that death has locked up in its
cold embrace II would that [ could read
the knowledge that dwelt with thee IN life !
If you could but tell me of my mother
God send some kind angel to open Your
lips, that you may tell me where she is
gone Alas cold d-silent-deadl p
He started with quick shudder as the
last words fell from his lips, for the
candle, which had been long burning, had
become exhausted, and it went out, leav-
ing the place euveloped in darkness
The youth stood for few moments
there, IN the darkness, and then he sank
upon his knees and prayed When he
again arose, he was more calm, and his
thoughts were easily called together he
knew that there must be help somewhere
and that he must seek from others what
he could not do himself Perhaps he
might gain some clue of his mother. At
least, he was determined to try. Just
then, he thought he heard a movement in
the room He bent his head to listen.
hut the sound was not repeated Itmight
only have been rustling of the rose
leaves at the window. Atleast, so thought
the youth, and without waiting to hear if
the sound would be repeated, he left the
cot He closed the door after him. and
/ then having washed bis hands at the brook,
he fastened away towards Guidez
/ For two long, weary hours our hero
wandered about without coming across q
human habitation, and at the end of that
time heh had worked about by such deyi-
Gus ways that he found himself upon a
spot which he knew to be not more than
half mile from the cot 1t was day
light now, and after resting while, he
made up his mind to return 20 the cot.
and place the body of his old friend in a
deceut position. and then consid ar further
upon what course he should purs ue. As
soon as he had become settled upon this
plan, he started back, and when he reach
ed the cot he was not a little start ed at
finding the door open. lie was sure he
had shut it when he left With quick
| er step he fastened forward he stood for
one instant upon the threshold, an6 then
entered
! The body of the pilgrim was gone La
| Mutt saw where feet had tracked in his
| blood, and he traced the red marked foot
prints to the door, and from thence out to
/ the brook, and there they were lost He
returned and sat down once more upon
/ the bed he was weak and faint, and ere
| long a dizzy sensation came over him,
and he fell back upon the pillow and sank
into a deep slumber
| Several times he was startled out of
/ his sleep by the phantoms of his dreams,
] and once he sprang out upon the floor
and drew his sword But he was alone,
and hardly realized his real situation he
sank again upon the bed he heard 4trange
noises IN his dreams, and he saw strange
sights, but he slept on without starting
again with fright