The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-08-20
THE RTE Il N II II
A Tale of Doom.
CONCLUDED FROM LAST WEEK.

horror
''Albert! p he exclaimed, in hollow voice.
''Cannot your spirit rest? Do you raise from
| the grave to prosecute me?'
''ln Gods name my dear brother, what
mean you | am Carl-Carl, your twin bro
Their"
Carl Mo- Albert I see thehorridwound
on your brow. 1t still bleeds "
The painter quickly grasped his brothers
hand,
Il am flesh and blood" said he, 'and no
spirit. Albert still lives!"
Gle lives !" exclaimed Bernard, and clasp
ed his brother in his arms
Explanations followed, and the brothers took
the road to Berlin.
When the painter had replied to Demands
questions concerning their family he in his
turn begged his brother to relate his adven-
lures since they parted, and above all to give
his reasons for remaining so long severed from
his friends and home.
although fully believed Albert killed by
the blow he received" replied Bernard, 'it
was no fear of punishment for my indirect
share in his death that induced me tofly. But
when I saw the father senseless on the ground
and the son expiring before my eyes, L felt
as if | was accursed-as if the brand OF Cain
were on my brow, and that it W as my fate to
roam through the world an isolated and wretch
ed being. When you all ran out Of the school
to fetch assistance, it seemed to me as though
each chair and bench and table in the room
received the power Of speech, and yelled and
! beloved in my ears the fatal number which
has been the cause of all my misfortunes-
'''Thirtcen Thirteen! Thou art the Thir-
teenth-the Accused One!'
81 fled, and since that day no rest or peace
has been mine. Like my shadow has this
unholy number chung to me- Wherever
went, in all the many lands have wandered
I through, | carried with me the curse of my
birth. At every turn it met me, aggravating
my numerous hardships, embittering my rare
moments of joy.
| IF | entered a room where cheerful par
ty was assembled all rose and shrunk from
me as from one plague-tainted. They were
TWELVE was the Thirteenth. If sat down
at dinner table, my neighbor left his chair,
and the others would say
"'He fears to sit by you. You are the
Thirteenth.
IF slept in an inn-there were sure to be
twelve persons sleeping there; my bed was
the Thirteenth, or my room would be number
Thirteen and I was told that the former land
lord had shot or hung himself in it.
cat length left Germany, in the vain hope
that the spell would not extend beyond the
land of my birth. | took ship to Trieste for
Venice Scarcely were we out of port when
violent storm arose, and wewere driven rap
idly towards a rocky and dangerous coast
The steersman counted the seamen and pas
sengers, and crossed himself. We were Thir-
teen.
Lots were drawn who should be sacrificed
for the salvation Of the others. | drew num-
Der Thirteen, and they put me ashore on
barren rock, where | passed day and night
half dead with cold and drenched with sea
water At length an Illyrian fisherman es-
pied me, and took me off in his boat
at is unnecessary to relate to you in detail
my wanderings during the last eight yesrs, or
| if | do, it shall be at some future time. My
clarionet enables me to live in the humble
manner have always done. You remember
probably, that had some skill in it, which I
| have since much improved When travelling,
my music was generally taken as payment
| for my bed and supper at the petty hostelries
at which put up and when l came to a
large town, | remained few days, and usu-
ally gained more than my expenses.
'About year since, Imade some stay at
Copenhagen, and at last getting wearied of
that city, put myself on board a ship, with
out inQuiring whittier it was bound 1t took
me to Stralsund.
''The day of my arrival, there was a shooting
match i'll the suburb beyond the Knieper, and
fastened thither with my clarionet. TWAS
sort of fair, and | wandered from one booth
to the other, playing the joyous mountain
melodies which | had not once played since
| my departure from Marienburg. God knows
what brought them into my head again; but
it did my heart good to play them, and a feel
ing came over me- that should like once more
to have a home, and to leave the weary-ram-
bling life l had so long led
q had great success that day, and the peo-
pie thronged to hear the wandering Italian
musician. Many were the jugs Of beer and
glasses Of wine offered to me- and my plate
was soon full Of shillings. AS | left off play
ing, an old grey-headed man pressed through
the crowd and gazed earnestly at me. His
eyes filed with tears, and he was evidently
much moved.
What a likeness !! he exclaimed. Hell
the very picture of my Amadeus. [ could
fancy he had risen oct Of the sea. The same
features-the same voice and manner
Gle came up to me, and took my hand in
his own.
If you do not fear high staircase, said
he with a kindly smile, ''come and visit me.
| live on the wer~of st. Nicholas Church.
Your clarionet will sound well in the free fresh
air, and you will find those who will gladly
listen
80 saying, he left me.
'"The old mans name was Elias Kranhelm,
better known in Stralsund as the old Swede;
he was the town musician, and had the care
of the bells of St. Nichols.
1.-THE next day was Sunday, and FASTENED
to visit him. His kind manner had touched
me, unaccustomed as | was to kindness or
sympathy from the strangers amongst whom
always lived. When | was halfway up the
stairs leading to the tower, the organ began
to play below me, and | recognized psalm
tune which we used often to sing for our old
scboolmaster at Marienburg. l stopped a mo-
ment to listen, and thoughts of rest and home
again came over me.
Il was met at the tower door by old Kran
helmin his Sunday suit of black large silver
buckles at his knees and shoes, and round
black velvet cap over his long white hair
His clear grey eyes smiled so kindly upon me
his voice was so mild, and his greeting so cor
DIAL that l thought l had never seen a more
pleasing old man.
''He welcomed me as though had been an
old friend, and, without further preface, asked
me if l should like to become his substitute,
and perform the duties for which his great age
had begun to unfit him. His only son, on
whom he had reckoned to take his place, had
left him some time previously to become sal
lor on board a Norwegian ship, and had been
drowned in his very first voyage 1t was my
extraordinary likeness to this son that had
made him notice me and the good simple
hearted old man seemed to think that resem-
blance a sufficient guaranty against any risk
in admitting perfect stranger into his house
and intimacy.
My post is profitable one, said he; and
in consideration of my long services, the wor