The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1873-07-07

the burgess was far sut of sight, she
strained her eyes. There she remnined
until nightfall, lost in reflection, hardly
knowing IL all that had been was not
dream. Then she went back to the
wretChed pen, which was her home, and
was sOundly beaten for being late; but
did not feel the blows, being full OF
love for Anselm. As for him, lie lost
the power OF working, could neither
eat, nor drink, nor sleep. II he shut
his eyes, he saw Tiennette il lie took
up his tools, Tiennette floated on the
silver plates, and hindered him from
working II he blew up his forge, he
saw her lovely form in the red glow oil
the fires. She was part OF his life
never to be lost, never to break away
Feeling this, he shut mp his forge, and
took the road to ST. Germain, to speak
to the Lord Abbot about Tiennette.
But on the way he prudently determi-
ned to place himself under the protec.
ton Of some courtier and, retiring to
the Court, sought ont the Chamberlain
Of the King, who highly esteemed him
on account OF some work which lle had
made for his lndy love. The Chamber
lain at once promised his assistance,
ordered his men to saddle his steed and
n hackney for the goldsmith, and they
rode together to the Abbey OF Saint
German. The Abbot OF those days
was the Lord Hugo de Senecterre, who
was very old, being ninety.three years
OF age. When they were ushered into
the Abbot's guest chamber, the Cham.
berlain. in pleasant way, begged the
Lord Hugo to grant him something
which would be very agreeable to him.
The Abbot, sinking his head, replied
thut tho canons OF the Church strictly
inhibited anysuch blind engagements Of
ones word.
Said the Chamberlain: Dearfather,
this good man you see here is the gold.
smith OF the Court, who has fallen des.
perately in love with young girl, n
daughter OF q serf belonging TO the Alb.
hey. And ask Of you, II ever You hope
to have your dearest wish granted, to
free that young girl"
"who is she'" demanded the Abbot
OF Anselm.
"she is called Tiennette," said he
timidly.
"Ho, no, laughed hcgool old Hugo.
"The bait has brought us fine fish.
This is grave matter, and cannot de-
termine It Alone"
"I know we'll enough, good father,
what you mean by that" said the Chnm.
berlain, knitting his brows with disap.
pointment.
"Beau, Sire" replied the Able, "do
you know the girl2"
So saying, ho ordered Tiennette to be
brought in, telling his Secretary to have
her clothed in fine dresses, and to make
lcr.as brave rs lie could. In tho mean.
while tho Chamberlain drew the Tour.
angean apart and advised him TO give
up his whim, seeing TINT it was likely
to cost him dear. There were many
young girls even OF noble birth who
would gladly marry him, whereas the
monks would mako him pay round
sum for Tiennette.
"I an satisfied" said the goldsmith.
"I have laid up q few crowns"
"Well," replied tho Chamberlain,
"you will want them all. I know
the monks, With thsm money is every.
thing"
"Monseigncur," said the goldsmith
turning to the Abbot, md speaking very
softly but very rGsolutely too, "you
represent here on earth tho goodness
and the mercy OF God, who shows him.
self so full OF pity towards us, and is so
gracious to our miseries. II you will
aid mo in espousing this girl in lawful
marriage, so that my children may b.
free, I will not only pray for you every
night and every morning, but I will
mike for you n pix for the holy Enchar.
st, which casket shall be so elabOratelI
worked, so rich in precious stones and
sculptured with figures OF winged nn.
gels, that there shall be nothing like il
In ChristendOm, and it shall remain o
unique and lovely thing to rejoice YOU
eyes and TO be the glory OF your altar,
so TINT not only the townspeople, bui
strangers and lords OF far countries,
shall run to sec it, SO magnificent shall
II be"
"My son, replied the Abbot, "sure'
y yon lose your senses. II you nre re.
solved to have this girl for your lawful
Sife, then You and all that Is yours will
belong to the Chapter Of the Abbey"
"oh, my Lord Abbot, though have
lost my senses over this poor girl, and
nm moro touched even with her misery
aud Christian spirit than I nm with tlp
pertections Of her body, yet I am still
moro aStonished at your hardness Of
heart. and this soy knowing my fatetO
be within your hands. Yes, Lord, ]
know the law. But, II my goods fall
into your domain, II l become serf, II
I lose my house and my rank MS free
burgess, know" said he, with hot tears
Of Indignation bursting from his eyes,
"that you cannot have the best part Of
me. Here" striking his forehead,
"hsrc is that Which I llave won by pain.
ial labor and long study; and here lives
that OF which no one, excepting God,
can DO lord and master save myself.
And tho whole wealth Of your Abbey
cannot repay 10 the world what 1t will
lose when you have silenced this. Yon
will hayC my body, my wife, my child.
rem, hut you cannot have my art, for not
even tortures shall induce me to give II
you. Know you that am stronger than
the hardest iron, and more patient thau
So saying, the goldsmith, maddcned
by the calm, self.satisled look OF the
Abbot, who seemed resolved to have his
crowns for the Abbey, struck, with his
clenched fist, on an oaken chair, aud
shattered Il into a hundred pieces, as II
Il had been broken by an iron mace.
"sce there, great Lord. what sort OF
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