The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1872-05-03
THE NUMMY OF GOITINGEN.


THE MUMMY OF GOTTINGEN.
The new rath of Gottingen sat in hi
leathern chair, close to the stove. O
rude table at his elbow were assen
bled the little appliances necessary t
his comfort, on the evening of this, hi
first day Of Office huge jug Of bee
and an ample tobacco pouch.
He wore an easy velvet coat. some
what shabby, loose slippers coveres
with roses in carpetstitch the work O
OF some good Bertha or Matilda, and ,
smoking cap with long tassel, which
hung down over . thoughtful, contem
plative face-a face that should have
belonged to a studious professor, rather
than to q man whose calling led him
into the busy walks of life.
Rath MarQuardsen was q young man.
little over thirty; his talent had raised
him thus early to the honorable position
he held in Gottingen. 1t seemed to
him but yesterday that he was a student
In the venerable university, taking notes
of the lawyers lectures in the great saal
OF the college, or strolling the streets
arm-in-arm with his chosen comrade.
the captain of the Prussian corps, their
white and green caps stuck .jauntily on
their heads, and their great dogs follow.
ing closely. The streets were as full of
Russians, red-capped Vandals, and yell
iow-crested Swabians as ever they sang
the old drinking songs, in their rich
velces, bass and alto and mellow tenor.
30 sweet that the rath was fain to pause
q moment in his administration of ius.
tice, while the singers streamed past the
windows of the courthouse.
The books he used to study were piled |
In confusion on the floor of his parlor.
where he had tossed them out of his
trunk on the day of his arrival. He
had neither wife nor sister to arrange
them for him, so there they would in
all probability remain.
He was halfminded to refresh him.
self with little reading, but was too
lazy to get up and fetch book.
Just then came knock at his door
Herein ~ called Rath Marouardsen.
and the old clerk of the court. hous. en-.
tered, staggering under the weight of a
pile OF old musty volumes.
You babe me clean out the drawers,
ma bring you these old books to look
'ver, Herr Rath," said the clerk.
Here they are, the records of justice in
Iottingen for the last hundred wears.
surely your worship won't be troubled
o read those old things? Better let
ne throw them into the stove"
AND he tossed the books upon the
able, with gesture of disdain.
But the Tath regarded them with very
iferent eyes. '
Pray leave them there" cried he. i
preading his hands over them. az :
hough to guard treasure. "Ah, that
III DO: Wilt thou try my beer and to- '
acco?'
Inc clerk went away mutterii 2, when r
ne herr rath has been as long about the I
ourt as l have been, he will not care Ii
'r law books out of business hours.n d
Antiquity had an immense charm for q
ne rath the worm eaten calfskin bind. B
lgs. blackened edges of the leaves. and
lusty smell of the ancient books. helped a
i'm to call up the vanished generations =
no had used them. They began to
ass before the eye of his fancy in shad. b
w rows, reacting the tragic or TRANQUIL m
enes Of their little day on earth. n,
Therefore, the moment the clerk was d;
me, he drew the lamp near him, and
gan 10 turn over the yellow pages of pc
e records. =,
lhey we're not particularly interest. Az
6. Most of them were meagre notes n;
Trials, compressed into as few words IN
possible; but at length, in examining
g very Oldest book OF all, he came he
ION an entry which interested him 40 ~;
uch that he read it over and over re
ain. This page was headed. "Trial mr.
JACOB Winterwerb for Forgery" and nc
the bottom Of the leaf was pasted a sh
Get of crumpled letter-paper, closely as
ltten IN q curious, Grabbed, but sufi. ga,
ntly legible hand. NJ;
Dur bookworm bounced upon this an
cient manuscript as a gold.digger Pc
ght pounce upon a nugget, or a eour. en-
md upon a chef d cuvre of Soyer. Put. th,
y on his specialization, like MANY
rmans, he was troubled with weak do,
began to read the faded yellow brr
ting. 80
Aug. Z, l751.-I have returned home rio
er a long, tiresome day in the court.
use commenced the manuscript. bee
!, weary although l am, / cannot mo
'p; ! cannot forget the events of this tel
!. strange gloom hangs over me. ten
fearful curse, which was uttered in 7
hearing, keeps obtruding itself uron rea
memory, and some power that am tha
My unable to control or resist. i'm. of {
, ine to write it down, !. :,
,;. oy |" was enough that the re. Got
ing ange! should mark Jacob Win. uni