The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1876-07-06

most high sovereigns should suspect
what is to befall them. This cursed
stopper of a smelling bottle! You try,
Jasmin, perhaps you a open it,"
ZIP l don't know how, Herr Baron,
my hand is so shaky. o, my God,
upon whom will it fallP They say that
often also they that see the ghost are
to die!"
"Indeed P Heaven be merciful unto
usi"
al saw only the trail"
"But l saw quite near and distinctly.
was slumbering-suddenly l heard
something rustic. l awoke, 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 frill, the gloves in her hand,
the padded sleeves, and the barret with
feathers-God be with us! who is il to
beP Not our most gracious master, 1
hope. Hark! Isn't there something
stirring in the Observation-Disclosures"
Jasmin pulled the Chamberlain into
his room and slammed the door. He
felt that the Chamberlain in a swoon
was sliding from his arms to the floor,
and, having true servants constitution,
he did likewise.
About the same time the room of the
little Prince was ringing with a con-
f,,paI pa;sn 'Tl,n Da,, o.I Al
nurse were simultaneously startled out
of their doing by a current of air that
e%xtinguished every light in the room.
BY the light of the moon, shining softly
through the lace curtains, both of them
saw distinctly the White Lady moving
away from the cradle of the child. Dim
as the m%oonshine was, they saw (and
later, testified on their OATH, that the
ghost was dressed exactly like the por-
trait 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 disap-
peared behind the door drapery, the
two ome recovered their speech.
"La Dame B~lanche!" said the Baron
ess, crashing her teeth.
"Whom does it meanP"
"Not the Prince, l 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 with
out 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
little Prince had taken i'll suddenly dur
ing the night; the ilourishing child had
within a few hours been turned into II
yellow-faced, sick little thing, whose
features death had altered entirely, 4
real changeling.
That evening the ghostly apparition
was the public talk everywhere, wen
in the club-room of the "Golden
Duck" There the chief of the district,
Mr.. Felington, the acknowledged Free
thinker of the residence, declared: Gan
this talk about the White Lady is sheer
nonsense! The Chamberlain probably
quenched his thirst too freely, and the
groom followed his example. The Bar
oness Larghetto got the heartburn, and
the nurse is hysteric. The White Lady
is nothing but Il piece of stupidity! You
don't even knew who she really is.
Some say that her name is Perchta of
Rosenberg, and that she is n Bohemian
lady; while others claim her to be n
certain Agnes of Orlamunde, Il noble in
fanticidc. But we know better the true
meaning of all this. The whole story
has its origin in the mythology of our
ancient German forefathers: Frau
Pcrchta, the white, the brilliant, was
the Goddess of Snow, and her appear.
ance BODIES death to the sovereign OF
the world, the Summer, and for this
season."
The learned Free-Thinker was inter.
rupted by the host, who with great agi'
tation 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 of yesterday had faded away sud
denly beyond all comprehension. And
now he lay dead on a bed of state, deck
ed with silk and velvet. The poor
Duchess could not endure it. An apo
plectic fit sent her three days later to the
grave, after her child. In her last par,
oNysms she had been crying constantly
''NIy child is not dead! 1t was not my
child that died! ] do not recognize the
body. They have put a dying child in
to the cradle!"
Thus she expired.
The Duke of Gerolstein himself was
so overcome by these events that h,
nominated, as his successors, his left
handed step-brothers, the son of Tho
Countess of Sauran, and soon after hi
life vas also extinguished, like a burnt
down candle.
The oldest son of the Countess Saurar
succeeded now to the throne. On the
day of investiture, as the old Counties,
, was walking with long velvet trai
through the corridor of the castle, tn,
Chamberlain, who just happened to b,
in waiting again, soliloquized
"Strange, how the Dukes mother re
sembles the Dame Blanche as she ap
, peared to me that night"
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