Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1869-11-19

body; / have not had the heart to sal
any thing. I have been absorbed onlI
in the one thought. fear spoil you
| happy home with my sadness and my
anxiety"
"Yo1 shall not go back" /" said tn,
poets wife, throwing her arm affection
| Rtely round the girls waist. "YoJ
can have no very close and dear nriendi
| in Stockholm, or you must have writ
ten to them and we have, therefore
| gne nrBt claim on you. Come, now
don't say any more. You shall be nay
daughter. win never give you up e
any one bat Eric; for, dear 0ttilia, L
too, believe you will see Eric once
Ottilia threw herself into her friend'e
arms and sobbed but felt, for the hrst
time since her fathers death, q CLEAN
Of returning brightness.
While she was thus cIasped in the
protecting embrace of her friend, the
poet, who stood looking on with moist
want, who brought q message for him.
The poet loved to be free from inter
ruptiOn at home, and was always MAX
ing stern and futile vows that he would
see nobody; he was always being i'm
portuned by strangers or beggars,
whom the fame of his poetry or the
fame Of his benevelence attracted he
was always sending people hastily
away unseen, and then sending the
servant AFTER them to call them back.
lone may" he used to say, "be visit
ed by an angel some day in the dis.
guise of a beggar or an autOgrRph-hun-
ter and IL would be a dreadful mis-
take to send the heavenly messenger
away unseen" So this time he WINGED
a little, frOWned, grumbled 8 little,
shrugged his shoulders, and, finally,
told the servant he would see the un-
known and nameless intruder.
Ottilia and the poets wife did not OBJ
serve his going-ouly saw after while
that he was gone. Presently he came
back, looking strangely excited.
My dear" he said to his wife, 'the
angels haze sent a visitor at last" And
he drew her away and whispered
something to her-whereon she started
and almost broke into a scream, and
glanced involuntarily at Ottilia.
The husband and wife walked up and
down turn or two on the lawn, and
talked in low tones. Then they ap-
preached Ottilia.
"Dear Ottiiia, !" said the poet. in
grave, sweet voice, "you have borne
much sorrow and anxiety and disap-
pointment nobly. Is your spirit strong
and brave enough to bear with tidings
of joyH"
OttiIia clasped her hands. and wild
cry broke from her lips.
"Oh, my dear friend, tell me, tell at
once! Have yOu news of Erie ? Is
Eric living 2''
eric is living. Eric is here ~
OttiIia made sudden movement as
II she would rush to meet her lover,
then her knees trembled, her strength
gave way, and she tainted. When she
recovered her consciousness Eric.
brown, worn of face, and bearded, held
her in his arms.
And so her long quest and her long
sorrow were over, and her lover lived |
3no nad lound her again. His story |
was easily told. He had lanRuished |
through long imprisonment in Rich |
mond, where he never had 8 chance oil
writing to her or sending her a mes
sage. Just toward the close Of the war 4
be had cOntriYed to escape, and made |
his way, after Immense difficulties, to |
5ho North, whence he sailed for Fl1rore
IN slow, old, numbering vessel, which |
gave him passage eheaply. Having |
got nearly half way across the Allan |
'ic they were driven back to New
Brunswick, and thence he sailed again. |
and at last reached Stockholm only to
ind that Ottilia had long left it to seek |
aim q IN the United States. No one in
stockholm knew any thing of her
He raised what money
le could and returned to New York. |
The very first day of his arrival he
heard some vague story about a SWed- |
.sh girl living under the shelter Of the /
venerable poet and scholars roof, and
be lost no time in seeking the poet In
1is country home. He could hardly I
put his question into coherent words |
when, half distracted with the con-
1icting fortunes OF hope and doubt, he !
ltOod In the poets presence.
There is nothing moro to be said, ex- /
'ept that Ottilia and Eric are married, /
md are settled in the United States /
hat the poet and his family hold them /
llways In the Warmest and closest !
and that there Is far more /
II truth in this little story than its
'eaders perhaps would at first be in
'lined to suppose.-HdrpeTB Weekly. /