Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1855-07-07

'Ah, sighed Moritz, how often. at this
self-same window, has Clemenzs followed
in reverie the fortunes of that love to whom
she has been SO constant Oh Konrsd !!
| would had some tidings of thee On
behalf Of the sweetest lady in Germany, l
ask it thou art living Or
A movement of something in the street
arrested his muttered soliloquy. 1t was
the slow waving of a thin white hand, only
iniistinctly visible in the dim light
Morltz looked hard to see what this could
possibly mean. A tall figure was standing
in the middle of the road, looking up tow
ard the window at which he sat. through
out his life, Moritz remembered the strange
look of the upturned face, so CHASTITY
The figure waved its hand thrice, and pass
ed slowly down the street. There was
something curious in the movements and
appearance of the night-wanderer but
Moritz was no amateur of the supernatural.
so he merely supposed that it was some
poor friend of the porter. who believed he
saw Fritz himself at the window. Moritz
thought it strange, however, that the per-
son, whoever he might be, uttered no
sound. However, all his thoughts speedi-
ly returned to Clemenza, whose spirit be
could fancy to be lowering about the old
house; and as it was growing late, he went
down to Fritz-whom he found in an in.
E cpient state of intoxication-procured q
candle and betook himself to bed. His
dreams we're all of Clemenza; of Konrad
Povelski, whom he had never seen. BY
, and by they became Of disagreeablt
misunderstanding resembling tht
nightmare. Wierd- voices, unnatura
sounds smote his ears and his bed was
tossed up and down, and from side tc
side. In the perturbation OF distractinl
fancies, he groaned aloud Now he wa
+ tossing upon a stormy sea his bed rolling
, perilously upon the bilows now he wa
t borne rapidly through subterranean cav
erns, where single kissing voice pursue
t him. At length with start and a cry hi
awoke.
, His bed was, in reality being roughl,
o shaken and though it was pitch dark h
2 could tell there was a breathing presenc
Y in the room. He rubbed his eyes-ra
S his fingers through his hair. Some on
n had been endeavoring to wake him then
g Perhaps there was something the mat
!, ter.
= .Ho 50 IL yOu, f:--a r.;tz And i
! the house on fire p
h 4 am not Fritz answered deep an
n solemn voice.
S "Not Fritz ? Then suppose you ar
a the watchman or the fireman. To think q
? drunken porter perilling the house i
k this way But the smoke is not yer
: strong Isuppose the stairs are all safe
/ yet
There is no smoke, because there is n
If fire. returned the voice with the most irr
IS taing deliberation and l am neitht
a watchman nor fireman.
1t Indeed cried Moritz, sliding out {
S, ted, and grasping a pistol which he ha
,e placed on the table over night, thong
Is with little thought that he should hay
'e occasion to use it. Who are you, an
le what do you want, then? My pist'
g here has couple Of barrels, and there is
s. ball in each--do , on wish anything in tn
ot way :?
$ "A mocking laugh was the only respon'
l. to this formidable enquiry.
3; Moritz shuddered at the unearthly SCUM
ie and began to think he had innoocntl
,e become the occupant OF haunted chan
e, Der.
I'd NY senses, said he, ARE tolerably sharl
III | can hear where you are. Leave the roo
d, this instant or l will fire !
n L am beyond the power of earthly wea]
n ons, returned the voice camly had ye
to fifty pistols, and fifty barrels each you cou
a not harm me =
j. 'Begone, or I will put it to the proc
OF 'lfit will give you any satisfaction,
to so. Fire ,
er Prepare
he L am here
e. you are moving-come not near me-
es Man or spirit, my conscience is good, n
IN heart is firm, my hand is true /; it will
lp dangerous to sport with me-
ng Ihave not moved and will not. Aga
nj | say, fire !
" AS you will not heed my caution
We Moritz fired In the momentary has
I'd; he deserted tall dark figure standing
nd the other side of the room. The ol
ed fashioned pistol exploded with loud
ell port, and the bullet shattered the wainsc'
I'M and sent shower of splinters into t
ne room.
ed Then there was deep silence.
IN. The terrible suspense silent mome1
at. was in tolerable. The nerves of the You
it man, wrought up to the most pain
he tension by his dreams, and by the preser
nd of what seemed likes supernatural visi
ere began to fail him, and he felt ready
faint beneath the influence of species
itz terror he had never before experienced sil
art his boyhood. His limbs shook althou
int he desired to hear the sound of his o,
ry. voice and his parched tongue Glove to
ISL roof of his mouth.
the At length there was deep sigh fir,
ron the other side Of the bed. The silence v
broken by the voice.
do, Are you satisfied 2 it demanded.
uld There is another bullet, gasped Nor
in begone, or I fire again
ght If you must, do so quickly rejoil
Ugh the voice and then, perhaps. you will
the content. l have something to say an,