The mountain Democrat., 1864-06-18
"wi.h Not," Or, Something New.
INTRODUCTORY,

In brilliantly lighted drawing room Of
one OF the best houses, in the very best
quarter of Vienna, sat the old Count Won
BounlzStellen and the once pretty French
MarchiontSs de Ia B.. They had been
Young lovers, and were now old friends
The Count had adOied the rising and the
S,ttiug sun Of the Marrhione>S' beauty,
and love, with clipped wings, had gradu-
ally settle down into frirrdship nf the
most cain, warm and respectable deScrip.
tiun.
They Were, indeed, a wcll.asSorted pair,
for the Count 5 strongest point being his
conversational power, and that of the
MarchiOneSS her power Of endurance aS a
listener, their evenings passed away pleas
antly enough.
Indeed. the Counts knowledge Of eve
rything that had or had not happened in
Germany for the last fifty years was al.
most mpaculuus, and although | do not
mean t0 cast any doubt on his vcracity,
he was certainly the greatest story teller
in all Vienna.
Nuw, as what the Count said to the
MnrchinncSs, and what the MarchioneSS
said to the Count will best serve to intro
ducc the real hero of my little story,
NAV as well uarrate it Immediately.
4 never can believe it, said the Mar.
choneSs dc Ia B.
1T is as lrue,' said the Count Won
BountzStellen, as that love you more
dearly than fortune, than fame.
And than truth, you odIous man. in.
tcrrupted the Matchnne>S (>mingly rap.
ping her Old admirers kuuckl,s with her
FAM, TOR, as said before, | never can
credit ~ marvellous a tale.
We'll, allow that it happened many,
many years ago, but G the facts. aS |
have hca,d them, entertain no doubt !;
in Iced. the hyro was Soit Of distant re.
latlon Of mise; but perhaps you i'll allow
me to tell you the cmtire story, a. have
heard i myself from old Hcinkr, the bur
gomastcr Of GotzbrTg.
oh, by all means, Count. Pray do !
but, tell me, is there any love in it,
Love, madam! Why, in good truth,
Love was the cause Of it all; but you shall
hear
CHATTER I.
1t was daik ahI WpcS;uonS night in
the November of 1902, and tie Wind
huw,,h frightiuIy about thc Easement of
a mciancholy looking chant cr on the top.
mos: Story Of >lngularly tai, uartow,
atd di.alidate'l dwelling staining at ;he
crlncr # the Market place of 'lc little
town i G"izberg, which, as every tav-
tier knoN>, lies at the foot Of the lofty
chain # the lllrtz Mountains.
Mldmght was fast approaching, anA the
light OF Il solitary lamp g'i'rmered aud
hlckered, and cast ugly >hadoN>, some
tunes on the wall, and sometime, ON the
!ctsun oi the >",c occnpant of the apart
mrnt, the hnpl">S student SptZ"uben,
Who sat therein, ia an attitude of the most
determined rcancholy; that is I" say. he
hpt his lcc> forced tightly into hi hout>.
!.> ct!m ii;uiv Iia'ic'i ou ans breast, an,i
hl~ hands thrust lutU the ext. tnc Iccc>>c>
NJ h!> pockets.
But, ala> . an empty pocket "nl, 'hc
uor, Irnlnd Il h IN Of Ills misfortune; and
1t Vas With ir iin- ahia t. DESPAIR that
! he muttci,d bctwrcn his teeth something
Ike the foloNmE:
What ia the frui irnh'> name could
have luducri mN un',r 'u leave L i w"i Il
IA sueh coni"undcd hurry? lie vas
always such a careful, mcIhodiraI cd
! screw til the dav OF his death. and rv,ly.
body thought, every body said, nav every
: body kncA that lie must have huardrd up
somewhere, for my benefit mn>t anna
Zng turtGe+p. WhtH lo! at tivr niuutc,,'
notice. :orsnpth. he departs. without tie
( >ha iuw of vii, leaving mr sole heir t.
nothing but the miserable furri'ure OF
this most miserable garrrt, whilst |, upon
the strength 81 tits lr, cIo"S i:.F, 'itarcc.
have let hat p'Inrc # >wlrh.cr~, taptni1
Srh"ar z, ',rlo nr "nt 1T all. av. usur'
'ran all ! ever p">>c>>,d, tat. said iIH :
l~pcakin- n1ud ~ h, Waliuci "ith tie
>niy.cU-'let tn" Black tIend get IN"
p out OF It, say | for, may the deuce tahc
, n.. -
'liu>h : SAID voice at his elbow that
scat his marrow iuWn to fire.. zlu. = int.
Hush, hash Hans one at time, II yon
please
A. the SHme moment an Udur of the
n">t decidedly sulrhurou> and uupl, a>a"t
/ description (>omethng like that ot rail.
way tain when they first put on the
brakr) ditrused itself around, and before
he had entirely recovered tom ITS effects,
shape Of ghastly horror stood before
him.
shall not shock your deHcate su>cep-
tiblitirs, my dear MarchioncsS, by dc.
>cribng it.
/ Oh, pray do, Count. should ike to
know what the tiend Of the Ilartzwad
was like
'Coufound the woman! = muttercd the
! Count. well, then, madam, you must
| take this as a sort Of sketch of him. In
the first place, it would have been difficult
TO paint hun bIacker than he was in real
ty and his eyrs-yrs. let ME see his
/ eyes-Wcrc on the revolving principle,
sometimes green. then red, then deadly
/ white, then red again, which gave his
euuntcnance rather an unprepoSSeSsing
( character.
! AS for his teeth, imagine something
between q shark and II hand>aw, and ii
mouth looking as il it might have just
cruuched up one baby and was ready Tor
another. His dress!'
'Ah! that's a dear Count-do tell NE
exactly how he was dressed
We'll. something like a wild jaeger Of
the llartz-long boots, short cloak, leath
ern belt, and a sngularly fiat cap and
feather, from under which peepcd forth
two of the shaI pest and most polished lit
tie horns that Imagination can conceive;
and to give him finish, he carried his
tail curled three times around his boiy,
with the end of it dangling from under
his left arm in the most easy and degagc
style possible, as he spoke these words:
'llans Spilzbuben. you have called up
on my name am here"
Now, Hans was usually rather devil
may. care sort Of a fellow, and he started