The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1858-10-08

gathered. Beauty and fashion crowded
the halls. The blaze of jewels, the bril-,
liancy Of the lights and the sparkling Of
eyes gave hue oil enchantnent to the
scene. All we're gaily dancing, but you
were not there. In vain searched for
you. To all my enquiries as 10 your
whereabouts, received for answer; "I
know not.' Midnight drew near and as
the old clock pealed forth the hours
servant came rushing in the room so agi.
tated as scarcely 10 be able to speak
On being requested to state the cause Of
his alarm, he Mortified tho whole assem-.
bly, by saying: 4 saw my master, the
prince, fighting with skeleton upon the
staircase, As flies the dew before tho
sun, SO flew that whole crowd as they
heard the servants story. | was left a.
lone. At length was about TO depart
when | lcIt a cold hand laid upon my
shoulder aud heard voice say: Baron,
beware' Prince Kossuth Napoleon Catch.
penny is villain. 1t is written in the
book Of fate that your daughter must mar.
~ me, or else she dies Prince, thres
times that night dreamed that dream,
and the spirit shall be obeyed,"
AS the Baron ceased he turned round
to look upon the prince, but what was
his surprise to see that he had fainted.--
On coming to himself, he stared wildly
around him, made some very unbecoming
grjmaces, slid off tho chair, and muttsr.
ing "murler', he departed, and that, TOO.
without saying good bye.
"By the shade q my grandfather" said
the Baron to himself, "but that is strange.
He must be a villain indeed, and have
some great crime upon his conscience
But this spirit, to whom it seems am
compelled to marry my daug hter-who in
the devil is he? He might have had suf.
ticient polieness to give me his name
/ his name-what in the devil is il?'
"My name is Wolfyang Hollowhcad
At ttwelYc tonight | claim my bride" IRE.
piled deep, sepulchgal voice from the
inner chamber, which made the Baron
start. Remember" it continued, "sho
is mine tonight or she dies. Be ready
or beware
81 will" replied the trembling Baron
In few moments after, the Baron call.
ed his daughter, and told her his dream,
and commanded her to be prepared to
meet the ghost that night Poor Angeli.
ma was in agony, but there was no hore.
Separation was triumphant, and fate held
the scales. She retired 10 her chamber
to grIevc DER her fate, but like a true Ba.
ron's daug ghter, she made ready for the
ceremony. "Whcrc, O! where, is Count
Horato, my true love-" would she cry
"has he deserted mc?-aud loved him
So"
Midnight came, and there sat the Ba.
ron in the hall with his lovely daughter.
Her eyes were fixed intently upon tho
fatal door through which the ghost was to
make his entrance. The Baron was bu.
silly engaged in supplying himself witt,
wine, in orler to keep up hi, courage
The lingering rates Of the clock as it struk
twelve, still sounded in there ears, when
the door was thrown back upon its hin.
ges, and figure, wrapped in mantle
stood before them.
"Baron, am come she is mine, o.
dIeu,' and as he spoke. he seized upon
Angelina, who had tainted, and carried
her of, while at the same time a sulphu.
rlous smell rushing up the Baron's
nostrels, prevented him from interfere.
ing.
When the lovely Angelina opened her
eyes, Judge of her astonshment, when
she lonnd by her side her own true Count
Iora,io. She threw herself in his arms.
They were happy.
"lIow came all this to pass?" said she,
as she pressed rosy kiss upon his brow.
81 heard your father tell his dream.
knew how very superstitious he was,-
dressed as ghost, claimed you-run Of
with you-and you know the rest. And
now any dearest, best beloved, angelic
Angelina-"
A letter, sir" interrupted servant.
The Count opened it and as he read
his eyes spatkltd. "Your father, sweet
love, will own me at last he said, "for
here is note from your old fame. the
Prince. Listen" s.-t
Count Horatio Won Flybooi,, you
are now prince; | forged will in my
favor, and murdered your uncle. The
Baron with an unpronouncssbls namo
dreamed dream and now knows ALL
Bury your uncle-hi' bones are in ches,
a, nv caslle--a, for me, 90 to be seen
no more.
KossurH NAPOLEON CArcBpESsY."
The Baron was all smiles, the Coun,
wa, married, the prince forgo,ton-An.
golina was happy, and in the course Of
time little Slyboots sprang up all around
them and-and--my story is done.
BALTIMORE Mp.