Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1857-07-08
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There is lonely mill, close by the little
hamlet of Udorf, near the Rhine between the
villages of Hersel and Ursel, and on the lett
hand below Bonn. This mill is said to have
been the scene of the following story; which
whether it be regarded as an instance OF pre-
sence of mind in female, or as spccla! inter
position of Providence, is equally remarkable
and worthy of attention. :,
It was on Sunday morning. cages long ago,
that the miller of this mill and his whole faml-
" went forth to the nearest church, IN the VII
LACE of Herse. The mill which was also his
residence. was left in charge of servant named
Hannchen, or Jenny, stout-hearted lass, VINO
had long lived with him in that capacity. AN
infant child of an age unfit for church was lett
in her charge likewise.
The girl was busily employed in preparing
dinner for the return of her master ana his
family, when who should enter all OF sudden,
but an old sweetheart of hers, named Heinrich
Bottlelor. He was an idle, graceless fellow,
whom the miller had forbade his house; but
whom Jenny, with the usual perversity pecu-
liar to her sex, only liked, perhaps all the bet
ter because others gave him no countenance.
She was glad to see him, and she told him SO,
too; and, although in the midst of work, she
not only got him something to eat at once but
also found time to sit down with him and have
gossip, while he dispatched the food she set
before him. As he ate, however, he let fall his
knife.
"Pick that up, my lass" said he, in joking
way, to the good-natured girl.
She stopped down accordingly to pick up the
knife. As she was in the act of rising, how
ever. the treacherous villain drew dagger
from under his coat, and caught her by the
nape of the neck, gripping her throat firmly to
prevent her screaming in the mean while.
Now, lass" he said swearing out bad oath
at the same time; "where is masters money
I'll have that or your life."
The terrified girl would fain have parlied
with the rufian, but he would hear nothing
she could say. =,
"Master's money, or your life, lass q
"Choose at once" was the only alternative ht
offered her, "the grave or the gold"
Like the generality Of her gentle sex, sht
was timid at trihes; scratch was subject o
fear to her; drop of blood caused her to faint
an unwonted sound filled her soul with fear IL
the night. But when her energies were aroused
by any adequate cause, she proved as her se'
have ever done, that in courage, in endurance
in nresence of mind, and in resources for ever,
emergency, she far surpassed the bravest ant
dwell, well, Heinrich j" she said, resignnedly
uwbat ia to be must be. But if you take tn
money, shall even go along with ye Thl
will be no home for me any more But cas-
YOUR grippe Of my neck lttle-don't squeez
SO hard /; can't move, you hug me so tight
And if [ can't stir you can't get the money
that's clear, you know. Besides, time presses
and if it be done at all, it must be done quick
" as the household will shortly be back iron
Hersel."
The ruffian relaxed his gripe, and finally lie
po his hold. Her reasons were all cogent witt
bis cupidity.