Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1875-06-04

with fond mothers pride on the cx-
quisite form of a cherubimical babe.
In an hour the angelic Geraldine AL
exandroyna was to be chrlstened.
There was loud ring at the castle
bell. Every cheek turned blanche
with fear. Suppose the godmother
with the silver cup should have
slipped upon a piece of orange-peel
or fallen down cellar. A page who
suggested this was Immediately led
out by the collar and torn to death
by wild mules in the back garden.
The warden hoisted the portcullis,
and long train of noble chivalry
entered, lead by the gallant Chastel-
lard de Sparkkassc, who scattered
largcsse from his saddlc-bow as he
rode by the side Of the widowed
Baroness Swcitzer. The castle chapel
was brilliant with q thousand burning
tapers. The christening party were
waiting for the cherubimic Geraldine
Alexandrovna, when a long and
ghastly shrek pierced through the
ancient building and caused every
stone to totter within its mortary bed.
The chapel doors were flung OPEN
The Countess de Hitimoverdercup-
mitabrickstein appeared disheveled,
and shrieked, ''My chee-ild! She has
stolen my chee-ild"
"Who dares thus to abduct my
beautiful, my own?" exclaimed the
appalled, but exasperated baron.
"Thyparamour, villain!" exclaimed
an ancient figure robed in moire an
tique. 'Ha! ha! ha! Now, false
slave, I laugh thee to scorn. Ha! ha!
ha! Adieu! Remember me, thy de-
serted Frgida"
"Follow her." cried the baron
"a million to him who catches her.
Death to him who don't!"
AS the christening party gained
the larboard postern the mysterious
female had stabbed the warden to the
heart and torn his CORY scalp from
his fiery breast. She raised the port
cults with superhuman strength. A
goblin page, mounted on a mule of
raven plumage, led milk-white jack,
upon whose back the mysterious
female vaulted lightly. She held the
youthful Gerdine Alexandrovna to
her frantic bosom. A few steps more
and the baron would regain his child.
0, 'Evens! it was moment of agony.
He gained the portcullis, when sud,
denly the milk-white jack reached out
his velvet paw, and the baron fell
The mysterious female and her goblin
page dashed over the drawbridge,
they let the portcullis fall, and they
were free. Ha! ha! ha! they were
free and the Countess Hitimoverder-
cupmitabrickstein was chee-ildless
and alone.
CHAP. 1.-THE LOVERS.
CA period of 20 years has elapsed.)
A beautiful maiden sat roasting
peanuts by corner vineyard. 1t
was in America. 1t was Geraldine
Alexandrovna. But she was known
as Fansette the Fawn. The mysteri-
Gus Frigida was with her. She still
wore the moire antique. 1t became
more and more antique. every day.
When Frigida abducted Geraldine
she conveyed her to the deepest re-
cesses of the Hartz mountains. There
were no cows in those days, and so
Geraldine was nursed by a fawn.-
Hence her name. Fansette loved
and was loved again. He drove ell
gine No. 40. His name it was Blood
suck, christened Jem. He softly told
his love as he cracked her fresh
roasted peanuts. 1t was beautiful,
the fresh love of those two gushing
souls. One night two solitary horse
men halted their weary stecds by the
peanut stall. They. snatched the
beautiful Fansette baldheaded from
her James arms, and bore her
shrieking through the beautiful snow
to their fiery, untamed steeds. 1t
was the long-lost Chastellard dc
Sparkkasse and the Baron Hitimover.
dercupmitabrickstein. The faithful
goblin page shrieked aloud for the
police, and Frigida tore the mustache
from the hated Chastellard de Spark.
kasse, while Jem Bloodsuck lay vel
tcring in his own gore. The baron
emptied his revolver into the fainting
Frigida, who also fell weltering in
her gore over the still, lifeless body
of the gallant engine-drivcr. Nor
was this all. Laying the fainting
Fansette over the saddle of his foam.
ing charger, the boron applied a
match to the grocery, and in an in.
slant the palatial abode was in mass
of forked and fiery flame. Horrors!
The bodies of Frigida and Jem
Bloodsuck were in the path of the
fire. Fansette awoke. She saw her
lovers cremated form, and in mo-
ment was by his side. The baron
tore her away, and, taking bottle
from his coat-tails, he poured the ben.
zine contents over the inanimate
form of the hapless lover, and the
more antique of the mysterious Fri
gida.
"Ha, ha, hal" yelled the baron;-
"thus perish the enemies of the
Hitimovthecupmitabrickstein of the
Wacht-on -der-Rhine;" and the flames
flew up, and, when day broke the
next morning, the city lay in a
mound OF smouldering ashes, and
there was none living to tell the
tale.
CHAP. nI.-woMAN's LOVE.
Us years have clasped.
Fansette lay wiping her beautiful
features with her golden hair in the
cayernous recesses OF Monegaw
Spring. Two men lay near her.
They were whispering. They were
speaking of her. Chastellard de
Sparkkasse was endeavoring to
force the Baron Hitimoverdecupmita-
brickstein to consent to his nuptials
with the lovely Fansette. That
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