The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1876-07-12

my hand is so 5ShAky. O,*my God, ups
on whom will it fall They say that
often also they that see the ghost are
to die -
''Indeed? Heaven be mercifsluatos|
us!'' asHa]
81 saw only the trail!'' -
''But saw quite near and distinct
ly. I was slumbering-- Suddenly
heard something rustic. Iawoke, and
saw the White Lady floating past me
she was terribly tall and dressed
just the same as on her picture in the
Knights Hall yonder-the white silk
dress, the chain, the frills.t the gloves
in her hand, the padded sleeves, and
the barret with feathers.5,- - Col be
with us!'' who is it to be Not our
most gracious master, II hope: Hark
isn't there something irfing III she
corridor yonder ssstss ss:
Jasmin pulled the Chambe lain into
his room and slammed the door. Hes
felt that the Chamberlain III u ,swoon
| was sliding from his arms the floor.
and, having true servant 81 constitu-
ton, he did likewise. ~. ~.
About the same time the room of
the little Prince was ringing withxa
confused noise. The Baroness and the
nurse were simultaneously startled out
of their doing by current of air
that extinguished every light in the
room. By the light of the moon, shin
ing softly through the lace. curtains,
both of them saw distinctly the White
Lady moving away from the cradle of
the child. Dim as the moonshine was,
they saw land later, testified on their
| oath) that the ghost was dressed exact
~ like the portrait 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 Bar
oness, crashing hersteeth. - j.. =.
''WhOm does it mean -
''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 de-
tect anything.
Next morning the whole residence
knew that the White Lady had ap-
! reared in the castle; and at the same
| time the news spread that the little
Prince had been taken i'll suddenly
during the night ; the flourishing child
| had within a few hours been turned
| into a yelloW.facedl, sick little thing,
whose features death had altered en-.
tirely, 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..
Felington,, the acknowledged Free.
thinker Of the residence, declared: All
this talk about the. Nv hita Lady is sheer.
nonsense The Ohamb erlain robably
quenehed his thirst too freely, and the
groom followed. his example. The
Baroness Larghetto got the heart burn,
land the nurse is hysteric. The White
Ladyis nothing but a piece of stupid
ity! You don't even know who she
really is. Some say that her name
is Perchta OF Rosenberg, and that she
is a Bohemian lady; while others
claim her to be a certain Agnes of
Or1amunde, a noble iinfanticide. But
we know better the true meaning of
all this. The whole story has its orr
gin in the mythology of our ancient
German forefathers: Frau Perchta,
the white, the brilliant, was the God
dess of Snow, and her appearance
bodies death to the sovereign of the
world, the summer, and for the reason
The learned Free-thinker was inter-
rupted by the host, who with great
agitation entered the room and cried:
| "Gentlemen, the White Lady was
right Just now the little Prince
Ernestus died.
And such was really the case. The
little Duke was dead. The healthy
child Ofyesterday had faded away sud-
denly beyond all comprehension. And
now he lay dead on bed of state,
decked with silk and velvet. The
poor Duchess could not endure it. An
apopoletic fit sent her three days later
to the grave, after her child. In her
constantly my child is not dead !!
it was not my child that died do
not recognize the body. They have
put a dying child into the cradle.
! The oldest son of the Countess Salt
ran succeeded now to the throne. On
the day Of investiture, as the old
Countess was walking with long velvet
trail through the corridor of the cas-
| tie, the Chamberlain, who just hap
[pened to be in waiting again, solilo.