The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1876-07-12
Two Dollars a Year.

/ Ilttle Iflnce was ringing with "A confuse,
noise. The Baroness and nurse wer
simultaneously startled out of thei
DOING by current OF air that extin
guished every light in the room. b,
the light of the moon, shining sonly
through the lace curtains, both o. them
saw distinctly the White Lady movino
away from the cradle of the child. Dim
as the moonshiue was, they saw land
later, testified on their OATH that The
ghost was dressed exactly like the por-
traits IN the Knights Hall, with the
white silk trail, the red border, the wide
sleeves, the big frill, and the head dress.
The Baroness and the nurse flew TO each
other, shrieking loudly, and clinging to
each other, trembling. Only after the
White Lady had disappeared behind the
door drapery, the two women recovered
their speech.
La Dame Blanche" said the Baron.
ess, gnashing her teeth.
Whom does it mean 2"
'Not the Prince, / hope"
Both approached, hesitatingly. the
cradle-but the child lay there alive.
only it was whimpering piteously. They
cried for light and alarmed the whole
castle. They came and searched without
being apparently able to detect any
thing.
Next morning the whole residence
knew that the White Lady had appeared
in the castle; and at the same time the
news spread that the little prince had
been taken i'll during the night; the
hourishing child had, within few hours. |
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little thing, whose features death had al /
tered already entirely, real changeling. |
That evening the ghostly apparition |
was the public talk everywhere, even in /
the club room of the Golden Duck.
There the chief Of the district, Mr..
telington, the acknowledged Freethinker
Of the residence, declared: &" All this
talk about the White Lady is sheer
nonSence. The chamberlain probably
luenched his thirst too freely and the
groom followed his example. The
Baroness Larghetto got the heartburn
and the nurse is hysteric. The White
Lady is nothing but piece of stupidity
! on don't even know who she really is.
Some say that her name is Perchta, of
Rosenberg, and that she is Il Bohemian
lady; while others claim her to be
certain Agnes, of Orlamunde, a noble
ntantIcide. But we know better the
true meaning of all this. The whole
story has its origin in the mythology of
our ancient German forelathers Frau
Prenchta, the white, the brilliant, was
the Goddess Of Snow, and her appear
'nce bodies death to'the sovereign of the
world, the summer and for this season
The learned Freethinkcr was interrupt
ed by the host, who, great with agitation,
entered the room and cried
Gentlemen, the White Lady was
light! just now the little Prince Ernes-
us died"
And such was really the case. The lit
lie Duke was dead. The healthy child
If yesterday had faded away suddenly
beyond all comprehension. And now he
ay dead on bed of state, decked with
nix and velvet. The poor Duchess
Gould not endure it. An apoplectic fit
ent her three days later to the grave,
'fter her child. In her last paroxysms
he had been crying constantly: "My
hild is not dead 1t was not my child
hat died l do not recognize the body.
They have put a dying child into the
cradle =
Thus she expired
The Duke of Gerolstein himself was so
by these events that he nomi-
lated, as his successors, his ft-handed
tep-brothers, the sons of the Countess of
'auran, and soon after his life was
like burnt-down candle
The oldest son of the Countess Sauran
ucceeded now TO the throne. On the
ay Of investture, as the old Countess {
vas walking with long velvet train q
Trough the corridor Of the castle, the '
chamberlain, who just happened to be in c
Faiting again, soliloquised; "Strange, a
ow the Dukes mother resembles the I
Dame Blanche as she appeared to me I
hat night ~ '