The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-08-20
KENosHA WISCONSIN, THURSDAY, AUGUST 90 1868.

a young boy, ~,
'"You are tired, brother" said he. "You
need repose after the emotions and fatigues
of the last week. I, too,shall not be sorry to
sleep. Let us to bed for a few hours, end then
we will have post-horses and be OFT to Stral-
sund."
II have no need Of rest" he replied" and
each moment seems to me an eternity till l
can again clasp my Elizabeth to my heart
Let us delay here, then, as little as may be-"
AS he spoke, they entered the gates of Ber
lin. The sun was risen, and the hotels and
taverns were beginning to open their doors
Seeing Bernards anxiety to depart, the pain
ter abandoned his intention of taking repose,
and, after hasty breakfast, post-chalse
was brought to the door, and the brothers,
stepping in, were whirled rapidly off on their
road nOrthWards.
The sun was about to set when the travel
ers came in sight of the spires Of Strals'lnd,
among which the Church Of st. Nicholas
reared its noble-headed tower.
Bernard had enlivened the journey by his
wild sallies, and merry but extravaganza hui
NOR.
Now, however, that the goal was almost
reached, he became silent and anxious. The
hours appeared to go too slowly for him, and
| his reSGleSSDeSS was 0EIrelne.
Easter! postillion," cried Carl. observing
his brothers impotence. Faster You shall
be paid double !"
The man fogged his horses till they flew
rather than galloped over the broad, level
road Suddenly, however, strap broke, and
the postilIion got off his seat to tie it up
Through the stiffness of the evening, no longer
broken by the rattle of the wheels and clatter
LEA h. oIool- hoo rfl CtrlyJDO
the hour.
Another repeated it, and third, of deeper
tone than the two preceding one, took up the
chime. Bernard started to his feet and leaned
so far out of the carriage that his brother
seized hold of him, expecting to see him lose
his balance and fall out
at is she!" exclaimed Bernard ''Tis
the bell of St. Nicholas. Listen, Carl-my
Elizabeth calls me. She strikes the bell [
come, dearest-[ comet"
And with these words he sprang out Of the
carriage, and set off at full speed towards the
town, leaving his brother thunderstruck at
his mad impotence and vehemence
Running at the top of his speed, Bernard
soon reached the city gate, and proceeded rap
idly through the streets in the direction Of
St. Nicholas Church.
1t seemed to him as though he had been
absent for years instead Of only for few days,
and he felt quite surprised in finding no
change in the city since his departure All
was as he had left it all conspired to lull
him into security. An old fruit-woman, Of
whom he had bought cherries the very day Of
his last walk with Elizabeth, was in her usu-
al place, and as he passed, extolled the beau
ty of her fruit, and asked him to buy. A
large rose-tree, at the door of silversmith's
shop, which Elizabeth had often admired, was
still in full bloom; through the window of
I house in the market place, he saw a young
girl, Elizabeths dearest friend. dressing her
hair before a looking glass; and as he passed
the churchyard, the old dumb Sexton, who
appeared to be hunting about for place for
grave, nodded his head in mute recogni-
ton.
Bernard opened the tower door, and start
ed up the staircase. He was not far from the
| top when he heard the voices Of two men
above him. They were resting on one of the
landing places of the ladder-like stairs.
at is a singular case, doctor, said one; "a
strange and incomprehensble case. 1t is ev-
identity more a disease of the mind than the
BODY
eyes, replied the other-by his voice ap-
parently an old man. eff we could only get
clue to the cause-anything to go upon
something might be done; but at present, it
is a perfect riddle"
Bernard heard no more, for the men con-
tinued their ascent.
''The old father must be ILL.," said he to
himself
But, as he said it, a feeling of dread and
anxiety-a presentiment of evll-came over
him, and he stood for a few moments, unable
to proceeds
The door at the top of the stairs was now
opened, and shut with evident care to avoid
noise
''The old man must be very ILL.," said Ber
nard, as if trying to persuade himself of it.
He reached the door, and his hand shook
as he laid it upon the latch. At length he
lifted it and entered the room. 1t was empty
but Just then, the door Of Elizabeths cham
Der opened, and old Kranhelm stepped out.
On beholding Bernard. he started back as
though he had seen ghost. He said word
or two in q low voice to somebody in the in
ner room, and then shutting the door,
bolted it, and placed his back against
it, as if to prevent Bernard from 60
ing in.
'Begone!" cried he, in a tremulous voice;
Gin the name of God, begone, thou evil spirit
of my house,"
| And he stretched out his arms toward Ber
nard as though to prohibit his approach. No
longer master Of himself, the young man
sprang towards him, and, grasping his arm,
Numbered III his ear the question
''Where is my Elizabeth p
The words rang through the old tower, and
the confused murmuring of voices in the in
ner room was heard Bernard listened and
thought he distinguished the voice of Eliza
beth, repeating in tones Of agony, the fatal
number.
One of the physicians, knocked, and begged
to be let out The old tower-keeper opened
the door cautiously, and, when the doctor had
passed through, carefully shut and barred it.
But, during the moment that it had remained
open, Bernard heard too plainly what his ears
had at first been unwilling to believe
els that the MANI" demanded the Physi-
clan, hastily. SIN Gods name be silent
You will kill the patient. She recognized
your voice. and fell Immediately into the most
fearful paroxysm. She has got back to the
internal number with which her delirium be-
gan, and she shrieks it out perpetually 1t
is frightful relapse. Begone! young man
yet stay-I will go with you. You can doubt
less give us a key to this mystery"
| The old physician took hold of Demands
arm to lead him away; but at that very mo-
ment there was shrill scream from the next
room, and Elizabeth's voice was heard call
ing upon Bernard by name The unfortunate
young man could not restrain himself Sha-
king off the grasp of the physician he pushed
old Kranhelm aside, tore back the bolts, and
flung open the door.
There lay Elizabeth on her death bed, her
arms stretched out towards him, her mild
countenance ashy pale and frightfully distort-
ed, her soft blue eyes straining from their or
bits. She made violent effort to speak, but
death was too near at hand; the sound died
away upon her lips, and her uplifted arms