The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-11-10

though indistinctly, through the gre
haze of the evening, the vast expanse o
the horizon.
. "What view has one from here ?" aske,
Gryphus.
"Why, very fine and pleasant one,
said Cornelius, looking at Rosa.
Yes, yes, too much of a view, to-
much"
} And at this moment the two pigeons
scared by the sight and especially by tn,
voice of the stranger, left their nest, AND
disappeared. quite frightened, in the even
ing mist.
"IIalloa what's this ?" cried CRY.
phus.
my pigeons" answered Cornelius.
your pigeons" cried the jailer, "your
pigeons has prisoner anything of his
ownT
why, then" said Cornelius, "the pig.
cons which a merciful Father in Heaven
has lent to me-"
80 here we have breach of the rules
already" replied Gryphus. pigeons
ah' young man. young man; I'll tell you
one thing. that before Tomorrow is over
your pigeons will boil in my pot"
First Of all you should catch them,
Master Gryphus. You won't allow these
pigeons to be t1ine. well. vow they are
even less yours than mine"
"Omittance is no acquittance," growled
the jailer, land l shall certainly wiring
their necks before twenty-four hours are
over; you may be sure Of that"
Whilst giving utterance 10 this illna,
tursd promise, Gryphus put his head out
Of the window to examine the nest. This
gave Van Baerle time to run to the door,
and squeeze the hand of Rosa, who whis.
pered to him.
"At nine o'clock this evening"
Gryphus, qune taken up with the de-
sire Of catching the pigeons next day, as
he promised he would do, saw and heard
nothing OF this short interlude; and after
having closed the window, he took the
arm Of his daughter left the cell, turned
the key twice, drew the bolts, and went
of to make the same kind promise to the
other prisoners.
lie had scarcely Withdrawn, when Cor
nelius went TO the door to listen to the
sound of his footsteps, and, as soon as
they had died away. he ran to the win-
dow, and completely demolished the nest
of the pigeons.
Rather Than expose then, to the tender
mercies Of his bullying jailer, he drove
away forever those gentle messengers, to
whom he owed the happiness of having
seen Rosa again.
This visit ofthe jailer, his brutal threats,
and the gloomy prospect of the harshness
with which, as he had before experienced,
Gryphus watched his prisOtiers,-all this
was unable to extinguish in Cornelius the
sweet thoughts, and especially the sweet
hope, which the presence of Rosa had
re-awakened in his heart.
He waited eagerly to hear the clock Of
the tower of LGvestein strike nine.
The last chime was still vibrating
through the air, when Cornelius heard on
the staircase the light step, and the rustic
Of the flowing dress of the fair Frisian
maid, and. soon after, light appeared at
the little grated window in the door, on
which the prisoner fixed his earnest gaze.
The shutter opened on the outside.
Here am" said Rosa, out of breath
from running up the stairs; "here /
am"
"Oh. my good Rosa!"
lyon are then glad to see me?'
Can you ask? But how did you con-
trive to get here? tell me-"
"Now, listen to me- Ny father falls asleep
'every evening. almost Immediately after
his supper; then make him lie down, a
little Supplied with his gin. Don't say
anything about it, because, thanks to this
nap, shall be able to come every eve
ming and chat for an hour with YOU"
"Oh. thank you, Rosa, dear Rosa"
Saying these words, Cornelius put his
face so near the little window, that Rosa
withdrew hers.
II have brought back to you your
bulbs."
Cornelius hear. leaped with joy. lie
had not yet dared tc&sk Rosa what she
had don5 with the precious treasure
which he had entrusted TO her.
Oh, you have preserved them, then?'
"Did you not give them to me as a
thing which was dear to your
"Ycs but as have given them to you,
it seems to me that they belong to you."
They would have belonged to me sfter
death, but, fortunately, you are alive now
Oh! how l blessed His Highness in my
heart IfGod grants him all the happi-
ness have wished him, certainly Pr,are
William will be the happiese man on
earth. When I looked at tie Bible Of
your godfather Cornelius, was resolved
to bring back :c'you your bulbs. only 7
did net know how to accomplish it. /
had, however. already formed the Ulan of