The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1856-02-29

he has seen you, she exclaimed in rapl
whisper, with but one quick, inquirin
glance before her head drooped under he
mother'seye, and she stood like one in att
,ude for fight, suddenly arrested, with he
curls hanging like veil over her averts
cheek, and her deprccating lifted hand.
He has seen me my little one sal
Madame Kleine, drawing her daughter int
her arms, 'and have said thou shalt g
with him, as thy mother went with Gottfried
but not to love US the less, Greta, my child.
NO, no, no. / heard the rapid, breath
less murmur, as Greta clung to her mother
breast-and then she disengaged herself has
lily, hurried away through the waning sun
@,sAins, and disappeared iro,n mo tiko anothe
dream.
sat in the shadow chill and gray, shrunl
back into myself once more. did no
moye-Idd notspeak-my heart was dumb
and the life grew stagnant in my veins
Madame Kleine sat down beside me, and
wiped a tear out Of either eye; but even il
my shock of fear and eagerness, ! knew the
mothers triumph in her moved face.
MY poor little dove it is very far, thi'
England. for her first flight to be- and the
house will be sad, Grcta, without thy voict
and thy song. Yet it would be wrong to
yrudge her to good fate, Monsieur VIII.
liam-you think so with me?'
The fate is-9' My throat was dry;
could hardly say the words.
He would marry Grcta, your young
countryman-he says there is none like her
in all Bayaria-nor even in his England,
aid Madame Klc.nc, again wiping off the
iirectionate tear which softened her smile.
He would carry her to his castle, and make
great lady Of my little one; would | do
right to keep her hack, Monsieur William
for she is in his heart, and he in hers
are they not like each other, so good, so gay
and so innocent, the sweet young souls?-
And he will bring my child to Wurtzburg
every year to see her mother. l will weep
when they go away, do you tell me; but
then Immediately will smile again, think
ing how my pretty ono may come back
and with weeping and smiling we will never
he apart. My friend, you are not pleased ?
you perceiyeT
- do not perceive that he is worthy OF
Grcta, said, almost with sob; what do
you know of him, he is almost stranger !?
Hush, you are hard to be satisfied, said
the mother, laying her hand on my arm
with smile. He says he has young
brother though, who will be richer and
greater than he; this is because Monsieur
Arthur's father married another lady sec
ond time, and she had great wealth. and her
child is her heir. do not know your Eng
lish law, but think it strange the younger
should be richer than the elder-that is not
how it il when Greta reads to me out ofyour
English books-there the elder has all and
why is it that Monsieur Arthur's little
brother will be richer than he"
shook of her arm impatiently. Il can
not tell-what is it to me how rich he ISL
He might be king, and not worthy of Gre
ia. Will he make her as happy as she has
been? will she be weR with him-well-
we'll? / do not ask If he is rich: this is
what ask?
MY good FRIEND said Madame Kleine,
we never are so happy as we have been !;
notwithstanding we must have our own fate
and our own house, and not always be little
Greta, the light of the eyes at home. That
is my philosophy. will long for Greta
many times, and Greta will weary her fond
little heart thinking Of me: yet Grcta, too,
must pass into the MONDAY as did, and
have her own course and her own life,
though the child faints at the beginning
DO not mothers think SO in England? and
if do not grudge Greta away from me,
why should you?'
rOse up before her dark and sullen; an
ger could not exist toward Greta, but |
could have poured out flood of vehement
bitterness upon her mother. 'Greta is more
precious to me than than the light, and she
will never come into my heart again, said
in passionate undertone, which Madame
Klcine bent forward to hear. To you it is
little, for you have many another thing to
give you pleasure am but stranger, and
have but her-havc but the dream Of her l
had taken to my hcart-and even that you
steal away from me-
said nothing more. / remember that
Madame Kleine rose with deep concern and
sympathy in her face, and that with only a
rcpelllng gesture waving her of, | turned
and went away-went away, unhesitatingly
and steadily to the bridge, bent over the
balustrade and looked down upon the little
river. My brow burned with no fever, there
was no frenzy in my soul, and alas-alas-
alas-alas, was all the plaint my hear,
made into the quiet night. This word came
to rue again and again, like the echo OF
dirse. Unsconsciously said it to myself
unsconsciously | repeated 1t aloud. No on'
had deceived memo one had done m'
wrong. Twas only ad-yery sad-leitalon'
once again.
Not very long after followed Greta's be
,rothal. went to it, makinga strong ef
fort, because Gottfried told me Greta hac
nearly given her engagement up on hc'
mothers report how much il moved me-
Greta's sweet maidenly heart could find nc
triumph in breaking another; but sho di'
not know how much less should have fel
her complete indifference to me than di'