The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-07-10

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Gte 81. James Magazine.
The loe-hut at which luncheon was
prepared contained rough stone table
and wooden benches. Here old Connt
Christian Ludoyic had lived for six
months when the cholera first visited
Europe. He had been at Hamburg,
and hearing terrible rumorS of some
unknown pestilence, he had fled home,
causing this log.hut to be erected in the
centre OF the Leonoren Wald; faith
full servant brought him his daily
bread, but had TO announce his coming
by blowing on a horn. Then he would
\ lay his offerings on the grass bordering
1 the open place in the centre OF the
wood, and the old mad Graf would par
\ ley with him from a distance, through
the window, asking who was dead, ana
| who dying, and expressing rear that
bordered on childishness, of the nearer
approach of his retainer. The wood
was called Leonoren Wald, Hilda told
me. because the beautiful Leonore Won
| LHuenbruck, in straying through It's
sylvan glades, had met young pain
Ter. who wandering with his knapsack
ON his back across the country, had
here stopped to take sketch OF
some pretty view toward the sea-
| Her sweet eyes" made a speedy i'm
preston on the young artist and her
'IOw replies" completed all that those
| OTLs uhu ZAhA OF oID nav NSAA4'
day by day across his path like some
beautiful vision, until all his artist
heart was won, and he yearned TO tell
/ her OF his worship, but dared not He
knew, as well as she did, the immeas-
urable distance between them-the ira
ditions of caste. But there came day
when the sun was brighter, and the
heavens bluer. and the breeze fresher
than on other days-when the Countess
| Leonore's replies were lower, and her
| eyes sWeeter than their wont; and then
| the young artists soul broke its bonds,
and the tale oflOve was told. Proudly
the beautiful LeOnOre drew back. You
forget" she said, "all that separates
you from me; you have forgotten your
self strangely; but after to day we meet
no more.n ives, had forgotten," ne
answered sadly; sit is true, am only
Drire and ancient descent; yet even II
poor man has a heart that feels, ana,
inethiuks, Countess Ieonore, you
might have spurned mine less cruelty.
have forgotten myself, but you Will
remember me-" he said, and then he
lifted his hat and left her. Those words
rung in her ear-"I have forgotten my
self, but you will remember me-" She
had never thought him so noble, so
dignified or SO graceful as mt that mo-
ment when he made his adieu1. But
he was gone, and thinking could not
bring him back again. So the fair
Leonore wandered back to Lauenbruck;
and the autumn came, and the winter
the long, dreary, desUlate winter
passed; but the landscape Paint-
er remained away. hen, when
the buds were tender on the trees,
and when April showers fell like
tears of joy, then LeonOre's cheek grew
pale and she ceased to look up the long
avenues, ms though expecting some one;
she would wander through the rooms,
but as Summer came on she even ceas-
ed to do that, and would pass whole
days by the sun-dial gruss-plot, whence
she could look across the country to
the woods. Now, as she one day so sat,
just year after she had spoken those
naughty, cruel words to the young
painter, he stood again before her. His
cheeks were brown with travel, but as
he removed the hat from his head, the
chestnut curls fell us of yore over his
brow, and he bent respectfully. She
rose to greet him, stretching forth her
hand as though 10 an equal, but he did
not notice the movement. Then she
asked him whence he came, and he told
her from Italy-from the land OF art
and song; and she sadly thought how
her dreary Winter had passed, and then
she sighed.
at seems you are not so strong as
you were, most gracious lady?"
She murmured something about the
Winter-about the long cold, and the
loneliness.
young artist took his leave, and as he
went gaily down the linden avenue,
she heard him whistling an Italian
barcarolle, "I have forgotten myself
but you will remember me-" The
words seemed written in words of fire
on her brain. "Ah! that he would SO
forget himself again." she thought, ''or
fh1F I f.Oul1 EOFDaf him ~ Rul Gha
could not forget hun, and she grew
whittier and whittier every day, and no one
troubled her with questions; but the
rough old Graf went aside and
wept bitter, angry tears at what
was coming to his lovely child,
went out shooting and hunting. And
the Autumn came. One beautiful day
Leonore saw preparations on a grand
scale for the reception of guests; but
she knew they were Tor her father's old
hunting friends, so she asked nothing
and went on her way to her room. And
anon the guests after dinner none
were gayer than the young Graf Won
Adlershorst. "Have you not fair
daughter, Sir hosI?" he asked; 1.-THE
fame other beauty has reached my eRrs,
even in distant lands" Then the old
mans face grew dark and angry, for he
never let his daughters name be spo-
ken thus. She had ever been a pure
and tender maiden, and now she would
soon be pure angel. So he spoke GER
tain words to the wild young nobleman
to that effect. Then he OF Adlershorst
arose, and pushing his chair near to the
old mans spoke long and eagerly in his
eur.
That nightas Leonore sat lonely in
her room, the heavy door was pushed
aside. 81 bring you an old friend,n
cried her father, "Graf Arthur Won Ad-
lershorstp And she looked up and
saw the poor landscape painter, the
despised artist standing before her in
| all the wealth OF his strength and rank
and beauty. All grew dark before her
eyes, and confusion, shame, remorse
and love robbed her of utterance.
"And what did he dor did he throw
the glove in her face, like the Knight in
Schiller's ballad2''
"No! he took her to his breast, and
told her that she WAS faultless-thRt her
one falling was forever cured. So they
married, AS the princes and princesses
do in the fairy tales, and were happy
ever afterward.m
The queens Economy. :l
AS the Emperor Augustus boosted
that he found Rome city of brick and
LEFT it a city of marble, SO the late hand
some, wise and thrifty Albert might
have boosted that he found the English