Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1862-02-20

1t represented young girl of dazzling bu
foreign beauty such as is only found under
southern skies. A more brilliant daughter
OF Spain never danced the "bolero" in the
perfumed gardens OF Alhambra. The eyes
Of Ralph were fixed immovably upon the
canvas; the FIRST glance had told him tina,
| It was his long lost unknown of the fancy
ball.
Come my dear Earl" said the Baron,
''let be seated.'s
Ralph started and obeyed. then turned
his eyes from the portrait to Herminie. In
contrast with that glowing beauty she sp
pesred to him utterly insipid. He made
some remark about the picture. The Bar.
on did not reply. but cloud passed over
his face. and Herminie turned pale and sal
silent. with downcast eyes. A chill seemed
to DO thrown over these three persons. just
now talking so joyously. Brief remarks
were made occasionally in constrained
tone. and the supper ended almostin silence
At its close the Earl made the fatigue OF
his journey an excuse for his retiring early
As the servant was conducting him to his
apartment they passed again through the
dining hall. 80
Whose portrait is this?" be asked.
pointing at the picture Of the lady.
The servant hesitated.
Speak" said the Earl. imperiously.
1T is the portrait Of Mademoiselle Full
men," said the old man. trembling.
"And who is she."
1.-THE elder sister Of Msdemoiselle Her
mimic" M 7it
But sho is dressed in Spanish cos
tune" sf..ss~s, sss.ts -.e-..,5
Eyes. her mother was q Spanish la
dy."
"And Fulmen; where is she now?''
"She Is dead said the old man solemn
~. She lies at the left Of the altar in the
chapel of the castle.
y
Fatigne had no power that night to bring
sleep to Rslph's eyelids. 1t was in vain
that he extinguished the candle and buried
his head under the blankets; the image OF
Fulmen still pursued him. Now it was
Fulmen. radiant with beauty. as she was
represented in the picture. and as he had
seen her at tho fancy ball; again. it was
Fumen, pale aud cold, extended in her
coffin. under the pavement of the chapel.
Then he remembered his oath. to love her
as veil dead as living. and a cold sweat
bathed his brow AT that moment light
at the opposite extremity Of the apartment
attracted his attention; door. whose exist
ence he had not suspected. turned noiseless-
ly on its hinges; tbs candles rclighted
themselves spontaneously. and figure
draped in winding sheet entered the room
and approached his bed. 1t advanced
slowly; the most acute ear could have de-
tected no sound of footsteps. Brave as he
was. the Earl trembled at the apparation.
When the figure was within few feet of
the bed the winding sheet was thrown hack
and revealed ayoung girl dressed in Span
ish costume.
'Fulmenl' he murmured. the picture has
decended from the Frame
1t was indeed Fulmen. Just as she was
painted. save that the lips were pale, the
eyes mournful. and the whole express
ioa 1nspeakably sad.
'Fulmenr repeated the Earl. with atone
of terror. which was mingled with sort
OF feverish Joy.
1t is l. she said "Do you remember
your oath? They have told you that 1 am
dead?'
The teeth of Ralph chartered: bat the
voice was SO pure. So melodious. that it
aided him TO shake off the torpor which
was creeping over him.
NO. you are not dead.' he exclaimed.
with an effort.
4 have been dead year replied Full
men sadly. They buried me in tie chapel.
You can read my epitaph on the marble
slab. the third from the high altar
Ralph could not detach his eyes from
this singular creature. whose marvellous
beauty counteracted. in some degree. the
terror which the aparition would otherwise
have caused,
'Alas!' resumed the spectre. drawing the
shroud about her form with all the coauet-
~ with which living belle might wrap
ar opera cloak around her. i am dead,
really dead. at seventeen-when life was
full Of light. and perfume. and music; when
tears even, were so sweet that they resem-
blrd smiles: when the present was SO hap
by that the future was quite forgotten; and
then loved yos. / trusted in your oath,
hut you did not care for me- You have
come here to marry my sister,
'Fulmenp murmured Ralph. who felt q
pang of remorse At his heart L have
loved you; still love you.' &E
She shook her head.
The dead are never loved she said,
sadly.
Ralph tremLIed. He felt the blood cnr-
die in his veins. He remembered his
oath. Yet Fulmen did not complain
She did not oserwbelm him with reproach-
es. She seened resigned. He saw her lean
her head upon her hand, tear shoAe in
her eye. aud . shiver passed through her
frame. s4
/ am cold.' she said. and rising from
the chair in which she had seated herself.
she approached the fireplace and bent as il
to warm herself by the half extinguished
brands. The deasiar always cold,' she
murmurcd.
.Heavensr exclaimed Ralph. You are no,
dead; but. dead or living. you are beauti.
fillmore beautiful than any living wo-
man--and love you IS on the lay / first
saw you
The dead are never loved.' she repeated
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