The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-03-17
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/ " snail De at TIC LTySIinS place, OF
Jerome's cross, to night at nine. dare
not hope to see you, but ifyou can con
trive to send line, or even word, by a
trusty messenger, you need not be told
what happiness it would afford to one
whose thoughts are devoted to YOU"
Hastily thrusting the massive in his
doublet, the Infatuated father gave utter
ance to many bitter invectives, and said
with vengeful looks, "He shall not be
kept waiting, Gilbert. The dull-pated
tool dreams not of the honor that awaits
him"
"What would'st thou do?" inquired
the other.
"Meet him; meet this audacious scion
of an odious and dctested race"
"Oh, sir, be cautious, let not your
choer get the better of your calmer judg-
ment."
"Peace! When I need advice 1 shall
seek it from my discreet kinsman," OBJ
served the Baron, In a tone of irony.
Long before the appointed hour, the
Baron, on that eventful and fatal evening,
concealed himself in the mass of foliage
near ST. Jerome's Gross. He had never
proved himself patient mar at the best
of times, and it is therefore the more re-
markable that he should contrive to re-
main passive for nearly one whole hour.
Is Young Herberger, unconscious of the
surprise that awaited him, leisurely took
his way along the road. AS he neared
the trysting place, he sighed, and furtive-
ly glanced at the cross, before which he
paused for few brief seconds A howl,
such as an animal of prey might give
when it is about to pounce on its victim,
was the first notice the miserable lover
received of the dangerous proximity of
the Infatuated Baron, who, with hasty
strides, approached the young man.
"The Baron Won Altenfeldt" said
FRANKIE Herberger, removing at once his
plumed hat. "This meeting is, indeed,
unexpected, and" ~
81 waste not words upon knaves or
fools! Ifthou art not a coward to boot,
draw and defend myself"
Ny Lord Baron Won Altenfeldt, why
this excess of wrath ?" exclaimed FRANKIE.
You do me wrong by making use Of
such epithets."
Prove thy words will hold no par
ley with you!" shonted Altenfeldt, waving
above his head his heavy sword, which
every moment seemed about to descend
upon his mortal foe.
81 repeat again you do me wrong"
said the young man, calmly.
"Thou art a craven, like the rest of
the Herbergersp cried the Count of Son
nenberg, with hauty curl of his lip.
A conflict with the father of his be-
loved, FRANKIE endeavored to avoid, it
being about the last thing he would
think of entering upon; but his wrathful
adversary was net to be propitlated by
fair words. He madly attacted his
daughters sutton, and the latter was
forced from sheer necessity to ward off
the blows the best he could that were SO
mercilessly showered upon him. Not
withstanding the violence of the Baron's
a tack, FRANKIE did not attempt to act on
the aggressive, but contented himself
with keeping his angry assailant at bay.
At length, however, by vigorous effort,
the Baron struck the weapon from the
hand OF Herberger, whom he then caught
by the throat. that he might make sure
of fulfilling his fell purpose. Poor
FRANKIE felt the point of the Baron's
sword against his chest. He closed his
eyes, believing his last hour had come.
Much to his establishment he found the
hand on his throat relax its grasp-heard
deep groan and on the next instant
beheld the Baron Won Altenfeldt stretch
ed at his feet bathed in blood. Before
him stood the tall and slender form of
Gilbert
"What hast thou done?' murmured
FRANKIE, to whom the events of the last
few moments seemed more like the dis
jointed fragments of some hideous night
mare than a living reality
Saved your life p said Gilbert. clad
| been second later, you would have
been sacrificed"
Wretch calculated Herberger, " Mon
ster, you have slain your protector and
kinsmanw
"Is it thus you thank me for saving
you from the vengeance Of an Infatuated
madman?"
! Mother of Mercy, but this was horri-
ble!" calculated FRANKIE, passing his
hand over his brow. $50 horrible that
it almost surpasses beliefr'
"You are right there, my friend" OBJ
served his companion. "Say what thou
mayest, this mobiles death will be laid at
your door,"
cat mine?"
"Ay, even so. There are no witnesses
beside our two selves"
"What demon was it that prompted
you to commit SO heinous a crime ?"
"None; have stood your friend in
the hour of need. Why, think your For
the sake Of my cousin Odella Had you
fallen instead OF your adversary, she
would not have long survived: For her
sake have made this sacrifice, and yet
you do not thank me-"
Herberger was Supplied with astonish-
ment He had always helS the sneaker