Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1869-05-12
URBANA. OEIIO WEDNESDAY. MAY 10, 1869.

heal a mind diseased. Never be idle
Angel have always been a close OBJ
server and a deep thinker, but a life Of
use is the best safeguard from all ills.
During my long punishment from
France many changes have occurred
Louis PHILIPPE has abdieated the throne
and Napolion is Emperor of France. I
have in the last year been invited
through the French papers to return to
my estates.
ooh do go, father" cried Angel. 81
am sure your son is yet alive somewhere.
I will help you to find him and you will
be so happyrD "If he has not been
murdered by that base man who proba-
bly, yet bears my title" answered the
sexton. 'tBut will goI think, and
find out the worst, and if Adolphe is liv-
ing, you, my next dearest child shall
have him for a husband. A pretty girl
like you, just seventeen, sprightly, and
accomplished would be just the mate for
such a fine fellow as he must be by this
time. Don't blush, my daughter; such
jesting on my part is wrong, because
he is doubtless in better world. I fear
he is the victim ofmy enemies. The
goodness of God only gives me hope
otherwise"
"And if he is gone" sobbed Angel, 'I
will always be near you, trying to fill
his place" eyes, yet, without you I
would be a sad old fellow; now go back
to school my dear, for it is growing late
and want to shut up early, to go down
to the toll gate. A rich man there has
sent for me, and may stay all night
with him."
A lady just then wanted some flowers
and afterwards troop of school girls
came in. Angel had wandered away to
distant point on the hill, favorite
haunt, where the view was very fine.
CHAPTER II.
Father Piene spent some time in dis
tributing flowers to the young girls, say
ing at last, "there now, I have no more
to sparei get along to your mammas; I
am going to lock the gate and go down
the hill"
ooh you are so kind, Father Piene, to
give us these fine roses. No wonder
Angel loves you so much, =" cried bright
eyed girl.
"Where is my darling?" asked the
sexton, "she was here a while ago"
"She went out just as we came in,
said another voice. care you sure of
that, my dear?" said the old man.
"Sure! should say so! we all saw her.
She is at home by this time"
The troop of gay girls departed and a
moment after the heavy gates were
closed and locked with dull changing
sound which reverberated to the most
remote parts of the inclosure.
The sound aroused Angel who was
dreamily sitting in a distant corner,
wrapt in reverie, with a glorious sunset
around her, the blue mountains far away
and the green ones nearer, illumed by a
pale golden light. She was thinking of
Father Piene, and the story he had re-
lated, thinking of the son who might
yet be alive. Would it not be charm
ing? she muTmured, and as the young
and imaginative do, she began weav-
ing a fairy structure of romance, too
soon demolished by the sound which
assaiIed her ears. She had indeed start
ed home, but found her vail missing
and returned Unobserved to find it..
The lovely scene arrested her steps. At
the point on which she stood the view
was magnificent; mountains bathed in
purple and gold, the village on a neigh
boring hill, with its quiet houses nest
ling in green yards and shade, below a
valley with beautiful farms. Angel an
enthusiastic admirer of nature, stood al
most tTansfixed with ecstacy, her
thoughts reverted to the old man, to
whom alone she could now look for hap
piness and protection, and she forgot
the time or the situation. ooh he has
locked me in what shall do," she ex-
claimed. A strange fear possessed her,
but running hastily to the cottage she
vainIy tried all the doors without sue
cess. Dusk was coming apace and she
was Overpoweredw with horrible emotions.
All the stories and legends of a super
natural nature, that she had heard or
read, Ioomed up in imagination and she
seemed surrounded by spectres. Every
object near her became a white terror.
In her despair she saw window open.
In some fashion she got through it into
the kitchen and passed hastily on to
Father Piene's cheerful parlor. A fire
burned in the CRATE, she mechanically
put on more coal and lighted a candle on
the mantle, but no diminutiOn of fear
succeeded. The bravest of us, who
laugh at the words ghost and hobgOb-
lins would scarcely fancy comfort in such
situation and Angel was but mortal
The very air seemed to her filled with
shades of the departed, following her
through the open window. She sank
exhausted on a sofa, and buried her face
in her hands. She knew nOthOw long
her agony lasted, interminable hours
seemed to pass. The terrible silence
was unbroken, save by her sobs and the
hoot of an owl in the cedars. That
sound of all others was most calculated
to increase her distress. Before she fell
asleep, she looked up and saw the can
die burning low in the socket; but ex-
hausted nature did yield at last, in spite
of the will against her. The long dark
lashes closed over the brown eyes, the
sweet face with its tear stained cheek
and ruby parting lips, became notion
less and angelic in TepOse. The fire light
danced over the golden curls, making
strange CLEANS in this solemn place;
guardian angels no doubt, induced sweet
dreams, for the heavenly 0ountenanCe
was lit with a smile. She had slept
perhaps an hour when the .gsilnr door
which separated the parlog from the
dining room slowly opened and q yUung
and very handsome man came slowly
in, approached the crate and lighted q
candle, He apparently mode no noise
and seemed anxious 10 return without
disturbing the 1a.r sleeper, but thaaanses
of the terror stricken girl had even in
slumbo~, reCr-utra3 the presence Of n