The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1875-12-08
Vol. XII.

VINO naQ won Clelr estates Wne0
Poland was wide spreading king
dom. He knew, too that Count
Galitzin was personally obnoxious
to his late vassals for a hundred
arbitrary acts and petty exactions,
and he trembled lest be should not
reach the lonely manor-house in
time to give warning to it's inmates
Of the approaching peril.
'tAnd Annette is there" said
the young man to himself, half
unconsciously, as he encouraged
the mettled horses to do their best.
Yes, that was the secret of Edgar
Marston's eagerness to give time
ly notice of the coming storm
to those beneath the roof Of the
Galitzin castle. He had fallen
deeply in love with the counts
young and pretty daughter-the
Countess Annette, as she was
called ir compliance with that
courtly Russian rule which bestows
titles on all the members Of an
aristocratic family-and be knew
that his love was reciprocated.
He had, indeed, been formerly on
terms of intimacy with Count
Galitzin's household, although, on
proposing himself as a suitor for
Anniette's hand, be had been met
by a decided refusal.
The short winters day was
nearly spent, and when Edgar
reached the outskirts Of the vii
lage Of Czerngorod, the sun had
sunk beneath the black screen Of
sullen pine-trees that marked the
boundary of the forest; while
through those trees glared an omi-
nous ruddy light, and shouts,
shots, and a roar as of an excited
crowd came confusedly to the
ear.
"Heaven help them the castle
must be already on fire |" exclaim-
ed the young man, as he saw a
tall column Of smoke, streaked
by fiery showers Of sparks and
burning fakes, rise high in the air.
"What, by this. may be the fate Of
those within p
His apprehensions were, how.
ever, destined to be promptly re-
lieved, since, as he drove past the
low boundary fence of the counts
gardens, heard his name called,
and saw Annette Galitzin herself
come running toward him from
amidst the darkling clumps of
shrubs. Her dark hair was hang
ing loosely over her shoulders,
and her little feet, in their dainty
Paris shoes, sank at every step
in the deep snow, making it evil
dent that in her alarm she had
darted forth from the burning
manor-house, having merely the
time to snatch up the short hood.
ed cloak, lined and trimmed with
costly fur, which she wore.
chr. Marston-Edgar!" s b Q
exclaimed, with a terrific earn.
estness, "oh, pray, save me! Take
me with you before they seek me
out to xii! me. I feel half dead,
already, at the very sound of their
savage shouts and trampling feet.
Papa, thank Heaven, is safe at
Vasilkof, where he and my dear
mother went but yesterday, leav-
ing me here alone with the Ger
man governess; and when the
peasants broke in, Mademoiselle
Herzen thought of nothing but
her own safety, and fled into the
woods, and"
By this time Marston had sprung
to the ground, fastened the reins
to a projecting bough, and by
vigorous effort had succeeded in
tearing away portion of the ILL.,
kept fence, so as to establish a gap
through which slender figure
might pass. Yet a minute, and
Annette was seated beside him in
the sledge, speeding rapidly away
from the pillaged castle.
A chilly breeze sprang up, and
the evening grew perceptibly cold
er; but the sledge was we'll provid
ed with wraps,and Edgar was care
ful to draw a heavy furred pelisse
around the trembling form of the
young countess, while, in fond and
soothing words, he strove to calm
her agitated nerves. She was
safe. Within an hour or two he
should be able to place her, upon
their arrival at Vasilkof, under
the care of her parents, and that
before the alarm Qf the revolt of