Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1855-08-28
EVENING STAR.
THE WIPES REVENGE
A LEGEND OF GERMANY.

| "HiSu lHcncS towering dIOll, concealed IRON
! view its snOw-crowned peak amid the encir-
! cling clouds of night.
Three persons still fingered around the
scan:y fire in the cherries kitchen of the inn.
Ii was midnight Silence had fallen upon
4 them as they gazed on the decaying embers
which now blazed up, then sank again, send
| ing forth no warmth, nor creating any sound
! Indicative of their presence, save now and
| then a sharp cracking aS the landlord stirred
/ them up. They smoked their pipes in medi.
tative look peculiar TO those who you have just
/ heard, as they had, wild and fearful nara
tive. The narrator, and the most remarkable
OF the three, was a stranger, only just arrived
IN the vicinity after some years of foreign
| travel. Want and hardship in otter lands
had given him the appearance of an elder
man than in reality he was by usurping a few
OF the wrinkles Of Time to trace them on his
| yisage. The fierce rays Of tropic sun had
| bTonzed his complexion, and constant famil-
! larlty with danger had be towed upon him the
! reckless undaunted air Of q warrior not un-
used to scenes Of blood and strife Yet the
soldiers manly frsnkness was wanting for
| III the quick g lancing eye and compressed lips
might be seen the workings OF mind capable
| OF devising any thing subtitle and rillainous.
! allied to the resolution necessary for the exc
eution of any Of his schemes
| - Look ye, my good friend, " putting aside
/! the lamp which rested on the table placed be-
hind himself and the person he addressed.
did you deny your belief of what said con-
corning the splits who walk among our hills
| at night Do you not believe in them -
| Certainly mott replied he with a sort Of
forced scOrntul smile, as if by it he would dis
cover mind of superior mould; yet that
| were foolish, since by the attempt at a sneer
| ne nd but betray the superstitiOus weakness
| he strove 10 conceal.
| None Of the horrible tales of his native land
| seemed capable Of receiving any credit in the
| strangers mind, for in the glance Of recOrni-
| ton which passed-unhecded by their com
panion-between the old host and himself the
cause of his conduct became evident since
| some plot seemed Matching between them
which could bring no good TO the other-Who
was mIller-as he was the person imposed
| upon.
IN tell you what, my worthy friend,'
SAID the host, intcrrupting their continued
discussion, It's full time to part so NV good
fIaEs, canSt take hint '''
Why, yes, said the miller. in an unccr-
tam tone, as though he doubted whether 10 go
or remain; but rising. he walked to the win
| doT and looked out upon the sky, thea with
| coid snudder he closed the easement and re-
turning to the hearth, sat down in silence
Well, miller, what your mind -
Il think I'll remain here Tonight
Could 1T think Of il, miller -
well, Hans, ;" said he, after little while,
suppose must go, as you will not let me
stay but let me tell you, shall not soon for
get this, and hastily wishing the stranger
"a good nights rest, he turned his steps
homeward
No sooner mad the last echo Of his footsteps
died away, than the host, shaking the strang-
er cordially by the hand, exclaimed, Right
sai am l to see you again, my worthy Klein
err nne game you We played upon our friend
ly miller"
"Ay, truly, old friend; little does he think
that he has spent the whole evening listening
TO The words Of a rival, returned to claim the
bride be strove 50 long to win
"Ah, my good boy, strange things have
happened since you left US, to seek fortune
in foreign land"
Whst--what, my lovely Marie has"
Married the miller
BY all the spirits of the HartI, and fends
oIhen would have slain him while he stood
before me had / but known that he had dared
To we'd my promised BRIDE
The demon Of passion, with magic hand.
changed the expression OF his yisage Where
previously reigned the calm cOutentci look of
the traveller, returned to his native land 10
seek his afianced wife, now predominated the
thirst for vengeance. He rushed to the door
as II TO pursue the miller, but the host threw
himself before him.
:. Be calm, good kieiner, / have q scheme
which shall by one blow destroy the miller
and his family. Listen now
Gradualiy, as the fell plot discovered 70 the
! traveller a new way Of revenge his whole an
pearance changed, and when the host con-
cluded, his external ferceness disapae2red;
but the calm that peryaded his c0unteuance
showed the consuming fire that gloWed within.
Let US leave them, hastily preparing Tor the
execution Of their plot and accompany the
miller as he ascends the rugged path which
leads 70 his mountain home.
There re those who will utter their disbe-
lief of something they pretend to consider III
Ilculous, who, when alone in some wild glen
or trackleSs forest, will ponder on the subject
ia spite of their wish to think Of somet1in,
less fearful, STILL from very fear. they owe To-
themselves their belief in what they haze
heard, and thus hope to exercise the phantom
which hauEts their minds. Such was the mil
ler, and frightful were the images which filled
his Imagination as he pursued his mountain
path. lie became convinced of Whst he before
denied, and from every rock and Lillock, |
from every bush and tree, he expected some
awful spirit to appear and Overwhelm him In |
his wrath. |
His nature was fierce and fiery; though in |
his cooler moments he had been STYLED cow
ardly, and even justly so; yet, when aroused |
by an imagined injury, he could, like many
others in the world, perform feats cn the i'm |
pulse OF the moment, which, when calm. he I
quick and vindictive, and il was always a. |
convenient for him to forget a favor, as il was |
natural for him TO remember an injury He |
was alive to suspicion and jealousy, and his |
character was an exception 10 the national |
one, he was hated and despised by all Save |
one sweet soul, who seemed to love him most !
when most she saw him spurned
Who can account for wOman's loye2 Who |
can describe the sweet flower, growing unno-
ticed upon a tender stalk blooming the wniie |
for the most worthless object upon earth-a |
Jealous husband, but she who owns the pas
sion
In her case, she loved not her husband !
merely because he had once been the very god /!
of her affection, but because she saw in him I
the Scape-go as it were, of his fellows. and /
she knew he needed all her love 20 make him /
happy. When passion had endowed him with |
more than his usual strength and courage, and \
he burst out with threats and imprecations
against some neighbOr she, poor, ill used crea- !
ture, would cling to his neck, his arms his
knees, praying him to be calm, and detaining
him, till reason had again assumed her EN-.