Plymouth weekly banner. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1856, 1855-11-15

me rs an angel Of beauty. take the form
| have looked on in my dreams. and Civ,
me power to transfer The lovely vision t
canvas, and
AS the young Count spoke he raiset
head, and in the corner of the apartment
where he had placed that old painting ht
had designed to copy. stood female fig
ure OF exquisite loveliness.
Never had his dreams pictured any
thing so fair as that pure white brow
on which the moonbeems fell as if cares
singly; those gentle eyes, turned timidly
toward him; that dimpled cheek, which
he fancied crimsoned and psled by turns
before his fixed regard; the hair falling
like a shower of gold over the shoulders,
which held. gathered into folds. the az
ure robe which hung like cloud around
her. Yet there was something familiar
in that beautiful countenance; had be
looked on it before, or was it that ideal
of beauty which sometimes presented it.
self TO his mind?
He did not ask himself. SO absorbed
was he in its contemplation; but when.
as the moonbeams faded from the apart
ment, the figure gliled away, he began 10
speculate on the reality of the vision
That it was a supernatural being he would
not admit for a moment. nor could he be-
lieve that it was simply creature Of his
Imagination. There must be some visitor
at the castle. of whose presence he was
not aware; bu, why should strange lady
be wandering through that remote part OF
the castle. where his study was situated,
and at that hour?
Wilhelm was SO much perplexed with
the vision, that he forgot all his former
disquieting thoughts, and with the deter
mination in bis mind that he would solve
the mystery the next morning. he threw
himself on his couch at an eaI Iier hour
than he had before. for years, sought re-
pose; and when the beams Of the rising
sun stole into the apartment. instead Of
wrapping himself iii a dressing gown and
sitting down 10 an unfinished task. he
dressed himself with much care and join
ed his father and aunt in the breakfast
room, thing lie had not done before since
the morning after the Baron's return to
the castle.
He was disappointed, however. in the
expectation Of finding stranger there.
and though the whole morning was spent
in seeking 10 discover who was his visi-
tor The previous evening. be could find
no clue to the mystery. If there was a
lady in the castle. he was sure that Meth
er his aunt nor the servants were aware
Of it, and that there was no occupant Of
that new suite Of rooms. he convinced
lion NJ ade by sffrIllestsFF. me zsason accom-
panied him through the apartments.
Could it be possible that Imagination
had called up that beautiful figure? Would
that it had such power again, and that he
could transfer that form to canvas. the
young Count thought. as, when the twi
light was again stealing over the earth,
he placed his easel before him and again
took up the pencil.
1, was wonderful what a change had
come over him. He could not have told
why. but he had strange command over
his thoughts. and his fingers were SO per-
feclly under his control. that when an
hour had passed. such beautiful lines lay
on the canvas, that the Count dropped his
pencil and gazed on his work wiih de-
light.
Now, fair Wrath of Ernheim" he
exclaimed, "for glance of thy bright
eyes. a smile from that sweet lip. and"
Could it be pesihle! there stood the
figure in the azure robe. and golden hair
cleaning in the soft moonlight. and the
bright. gentle eyes gazing timidIy upon
him. while the rose and the lily were
struggling for mastery on her cheek.
More astonished il possible, than he
had before been. the Count sat gazing
upon the appurition, Till. with the moon.
light. i: passed away, bat his questioning
of himself were no more satisfactorily
answered than they bad before been. nor
did his renewed searth. the next morning.
meet with any beitei reward than that Of
the previous day. And thus several days
passed away. Every essning for the few
moments that The moon bes ms found their
way into the iurret window, that fair
form occupied that niche in the students
chamber, and when the projecting column
shut out the light. itsuddenly disappear.
ed; and every morring the Count had
sought, in vain, - fthom that mystery.
More inexplicabls. i,seemed, and so COM
pIe.ely were his hosghts absorbed by it.
that his studies wert entirely forgotten.
and finally that painting which, though
it promised to beIs very respectable work,
fell SO far short, Ia Bis estimation. OF its
beautiful original that he sat by his easel
only for the few moments that fair figure
presented itself TO his eye. The greater
part of his time was spent in the society
Of the Baron. whom te was dstonished to
find not only most agreeable and inter
esting companion. bit the kindest and
most sfectionate Of @reb,s; and from the
compunctions he fsIf for having treated
his father with such foidness at their first
meeting. it seemed MOI likely that he
would ever again be evanfing in filial re-
gard.
Thanks be to thai fair vision which
| had changed the currlnt of his thoughts
the Count Wilheiu had become anoth.
er man!
Several days had passed away. when.
one evening. just as lie nsoon was creep
ing up behind the eastern hills, the Count,
who had attired himself in manner
which would have frthtened the Lady