Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1855-11-28
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THE
WIFE'S REVENGE.
A Legend of Germany.

A small hamlet rested upon the side O.
one of the lofty mountains of the Julian
Alps, which thence towering aloft. con
ceaed from view its now-crowned peak
amid the encircling clouds of night.
Three persons still fingered around the
Scanty fire in the cherries kitchen of. the
mn. 1t was midnight. Silence had fall
en- upon them as they gazed upon the de-
caying embers which now blazed up, then
sank again, sending 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 meditative
look peculiar to those who you have just
heard, as they had, a wild and fearful mar
rative. The narrator, and the most re-
markable of the three, was stranger,
only just arrived in the vicinity after
some years of foreign travel. Want and
hardships in the other lands had given
him the appearance of an older man than
IN reality he was, by usurping few of
the wrinkles of Time to trace them on
his visage. The fierce rays of tropic
sun had bronzed his complexion, and con-
slant familiarity with danger had bestow-
ed upon him the reckless, undaunted air
of warrior not unused to scenes of
blood and strife. Yet the soldiers manly
frankness was wanting; for in the quick
glancing eye and compressed lips might
be seen the workings Of mind capable
of devising anything subtitle and villain
Gus, allied to the resolution necessary for
the execution of any Of his schemes.
+" Look We, my good friends" putting
aside the lamp which rested Oil tho table
placed behind himself and the person he
addressed, did you deny your belief of
whaA | said concerning the spirits who
walk among our hills at night? Do you
not believe in them ?"
" Certainly not, replied he, with a
sort of forced scornful smile, as if by it
he would discover mind Of superior
mould; yet that was very foolish. since by
the attempt at sheer, he did but betray
the superstitious weakness he stroye to
conceal.
None of the horrible tales of his native
land seemed capable of receiving any
credit in the strangers mind, for in the
glal &C of recognition which passed-un-
needed by their panion-betwee the
old host and himself, the cause of 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.
III tell you what, my worthy friend"
said the worthy host, interrupting their
continued discussion, its full time to
part; so, my good Frans, canst take a
hint ~
Why, yes" said the miller, in an un-
certain Tone as though he doubted wheth-
er to go or remUin; but rising, he walked
to the window and looked out upon the
sky. then with a cold shudder he closed
the easement and returning to the hearth,
sat down in silence.
Well, miller, what's your mind 2
think I'll remain here tonight"
+" Couldn't think of it, miller"
+" Well Hans" said he. after a while,
" suppose must go, as you will not let
me stay: but let me tell you, l shall not
soon forget this" and hastily wishing the
stranger a good nights rest, he turned
his steps homeward.
No sooner had the last echo of his foot
steps died away, then the host, shaking
the stranger cordially by the hand, ex,
claimed, Right glad l am to see you
again, my worthy Kleiner; fine name
you've played upon our friendly miller"
All, truly, old friend; little does he
think that he has spent the whole evening
listening to the words of rival, returned
to claim the bride he strove SO long to
win."
All, my good boy, strange things have
since you left US to seek for
tune in a foreign land"
What-what, my lovely Marie has"
Married the miller"
By all the spirits of the Hartz, and
fends of hell. | would have slain him
while he stood before me, had | but
known that he had dared to wed my
promised bride"
The demon of passion, with magic
hand, changed the expression Of his Wis
age Where previously reigned the calm,
contented look of the traveller who had
returned to his native land to seek his
affianced wife, now predominated the
thirst for vengeance. He rushed to the
door as if to pursue the miller, but the
host threw himself before him.
" Be calm, good Kleiner, I have a
scheme which shall by one blow destroy
the miller and his family. Listen now"
Gradually, as the fell plot discovered
to the traveller a new way of revenge,
his whole appearance changed, and when
the host concluded, his external herceness
disappeared; but the calm that pervaded