Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1872-04-25

he cried. "Come up to my room ); I
have a cheerful fire and plenty of light,
| bottle of good wine, an irreproach-
able cigar, and Mrs. Adams is prepar-
ing an appetizing little supper
| Now, after my one experience, I did
not much care about passing the even
apology about the necessity of study.
| "Pshaw, man it is the last oppor-
tunity you will have of refusing men
" Are you going to leave us, then 2"
| inquired.
eyes; my release is at hand, and
wish you to join me in celebrating it"
"Your release - | reiterated.
ayes; but we will not talk OF it to-
night; you will hear all about it to-
morrow" he answered, lightly.
After that could not refuse his in
vitation.
There was strangeness in his man
ner that ] could not understand, which
impressed me disagreeably. He was as
gay as a Frenchman; he laughed, told
anecdotes and doubtful adventures,
sang German student songs, and was so
unlike himself, as / had previously
| knOWu ulUi3 lI1db DIT IlIUGS L Ad0 serious
doubts whether [ was waking or dream
ing.
~ astonish you," he cried. Il have
cast aside what you call the blue-devils
for tonight, and, as Shakespeare says,
Richards himself again : what | was
in my old student days, the merriest
fellow within the walls of Bonn"
J But did not like his merriment-it
: was to me far more depressing than his
gloom. l drank his hook, smoked his
! cigars, and I laughed at his stories; but
felt all the time like ore oppressed by
J nightmare, and would have been de-
lighted to have found an excuse to get
down quietly to my OVID room.
In the meantime the storm was raging
) violently, the rain dashing in sheets
t against the windows, and we could hear
| the crash and moan of the forest as the
g wind rushed through the trees and the
e thunder, nearing, though still distant,
j, rolled sullenly through the air.
"a pleasant night for journeyl' he
r cried, in the light, jesting tone Re had
< assumed throughout the evening.
"You are not going journey to-
night?" said l.
mo; but Fritz has gone. I shall not
3 start upon my journey till tomorrow
I morning-a far longer one than Fritz's.' =
= shuddered, l knew not why.
"Now, my friend it is time that we
! separate" he said suddenly, rising, and
. holding out his hand.
E The intimation was sudden, and not
strictly polite; but took the hint with
: the most cheerful alacrity.
! "Pardon my abru otness, but l must
n now prepare for my journey"
5 An odd time, l thought, to begin
preparations for a journey. As wished
! him goodnight, heard the rustling as
of woman's dress behind me, felt a
/ movement in the air, and the sensation
q of a passing body, just as on my pre-
vious visit, and on Korner's face fell the
same CHASTITY look. My nervous system
e was highly wrought, whether by the
!. shadow of coming events. or by the cleo
v tricity of the atmosphere, l know not
f and with out another word | hurried out
f of the room. As before, heard the key
! turned in the lock; but, as before, did
r not hurry down to my own room, for
my limbs trembled so violently. and my
head felt so dizzy, that | was obliged to
q lean against the wall for a moment, fol
Y fear of falling.
o The tempest had reached its culmi
]. mating point. The thunder.clouds
= were upon us, and sent forth peal upon
!. peal, till the house trembled and shook
e as though swayed by an earthquake
n the lightning flashed in sheets, and in
q streams of Jagged fire, now blue as steel
; now luridly red the rain had abated
r but the wind, rushing through the fores
leaves, sounded as though a furious
r mountain torrent or a roaring sea wa:
d coming down upon US; while the
1t branches crashed, and groanel, ane
d shrieked, as the hurricane swayed anc
If broke and hurled them one against an
d other. Never have l heard so awful
lie contention of the elements. l canneve
r. recall the memory of that terrible nigh
s, without shudder And there stooc
in the full blaze of the lightning, as i
re shone through the staircase window
I with the fascination of terror upon me
a Suddenly through the din of the storm
IS there rose sharp wailing cry, tina
s. curdled my blood and bristled my hair
e, 1t came from the room | had just left
" By sudden impulse, which | coul'
le never explain, 1 resolved to try ant
id solve the awful mystery that was abou
IN Luc 1ntIe Was Uu1 OAS way aCEOs
" the front of the house ran narrow ba
o. cony. The window l was standin
" against was in a line with those of Kol
ge ners room. With the rain beatin
as down upon my bare head, and the win
* sweeping round me and almost liftin
h. me off my feet, l crept on to this ba
Oh cony, and between an opening in tn
k curtains peered into Korner's room
on And this is what l saw:
d, The room was blazing with light, jus
by as | had left it. With his back towar
,e. me, quivering and crouching, was til
1T. form of Korner; facing the window, an
ed looking in his face, stood woman. He
dress was that of middle-class Germa
nd life, but her face was the most lovely
en- ever beheld; the hair was of the brigh
4ly est, rarest yellow, the complexion faul
RS, lessly pure; theeyes large, dreamy, an
or of deep violet the nose and mout
he of the most perfect shape. While
full gazed, fascinated by her extraordinal
he beauty, hideous Transformation too
place before my eyes. The cloth
/ l faded from her form, her beauty melt'