The weekly Shasta courier. [volume] (Shasta, Calif.) 1872-190?, 1873-07-19

The halloo had come from this man.
Hearing the sash raised, he looked up, and
said in polite tone:
"Can YOU tell me where to find Dr. Jones !?
There is a man in the country, very sick,
| and wish to get the doctor to him as soon
as possible"
This question added painfully to my con-
fusion. The mans pleading tone excited
my sympathy, the more deeply perhaps be-
cause | was myself in desperate circumstan-
ces. had sort of guilty feeling in being
so totally ignorant, but of course l could
not help it; for pas not in Germany?
in strange place entrapped moment
since into damp dungeon far underground
How could know knything of DR.. Jones
So sadly answered:
al am sorry, my friend, that l can give
you no information. am stranger in
this place, where | never was before and
where | sincerely hope never to be again."
The man started. and no doubt gave
scrutinizing look, for could perceive by his
quick motions and by the tone of his voice,
that he was surprised and somewhat impa-
tent.
"Can you tell me who lives yonder? !"
he inquired, pointing to the Lorenzo and
Gunpowder house, clearly visible in the
starlight, as indeed was DIR. Jones' also,
though doubly as far.
mo, friend" 1 replied, " do not know
a family in this place, for have never been
here before"
"Who lives at this house? you surely
can tell that" he inquired in tone partly
imperative, but evidently uneasy.
would readily have given the name of
the fierce baron who had captured me, but
never having trained my throat to its gut
turals, and in fact having but an indistinct
recollection of the name itself, | answered
in a sad despairing tone, that this also was
more than l could do.
The man hung his head, as if bordering
what to do next, then turned towards the
window and said, +" Will you not, please, tell
| me your OiCn manner"
Now my German name was Udolpho,
but Udolpho what, was puzzled to remem-
Der. Moreover | was a count-COunt
Udolpho, and the mans tone began to as
sumo degree of sauciness which ill-com-
ported with my dignity, so answered part
ly in anger, partly in doubt, | cannot tell
you. do not know"
This last piece of affected, no
doubt it must have seemed to him-was
more than the man could stand He gave
his poor horse dig into the ribs with his
heel, and cut across the launches with a
switch, and cantered away, muttering loud
enough to be heard all over the yard
Well, you are the biggest fool that l erer
sac"
As the clatter of the horses hoofs came
L" fast and furious from the street, there is
sued from somewhere inside the castle the
sound of unmistakable merriment. Baron
Hochen-strachen-stein was aetully laughing
This unexpected mirth in the midst of such
dismal circumstances, did more to rouse me
| from sleep than all the preceding halloos
and talk, yet it succeeded only in part. l
looked around the room, recognized the
| fireplace, the study-table, the bed and other
articles in the room, and began to question,
| in my own mind whether | was not at my
quiet home in America instead of being
prisoner in a German castle. But sleep
still held so strong a grasp, that | was in
bed and lost in unconsciousness, before be-
ing able to appreciate the queer scene
which had just occurred.
Most likely the whole would have been
lost to memory had not my father-from
whom, and not the baron, had come the
merry laugh in the night, that seemed to
issue from The cdstLe-asked me with assum-
ed gravity, at the breakfast table next morn
ing, a
my son, did not something very foolish
happen last night, with man at our gate?"
For moment l paused in doubt; then
the whole scene flashed into my mind, and
so convulsed me with laughter, that it was
several minutes before 1 could give con-
nected account of it.
The reader may rest assured that these
scenes are not fctions. They happened,
just as they have been described, without
the addition or subtraction of one material
point.-Our Monthly.