The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1876-04-26
; Shame it! only name =, cried the

shame it! only name - cried. the
young man eagerly. :a.;.. &c.:
"You accept it!'' Very we'll.
Cause a road to be cut through the
rock on which this castle stands, so
that may pass from the plain to my
courtyard OIL horseback, and Irmen-
garde is yours; but it must be finished
to-night!'
s'To-night!'' r. 80"
"Yes, tonight - =. ."7
Another interval of silence, broken
by the father with: s'Well, why don't
you! go!'' You. will have enough to
The poor knights soul was exceed
ingly sorrowful, as, after one parting
look at Irmengarde, he quilted that in
hospitable roof. He felt almost
stunned still CLEAN of hope seemed
to struggle through the gloom, and he
went directly to his mines.
''Send Fritz hither," said he to one
Of his leather-clad laborers.
In few minutes his faithful master
miner, with his soil-stained garments,
his intelligent pale face and large owl
| like eyes, stood before him.
''FritZ,' said Kuno, with some little
hesitation, 1--WE have many strong
hands here, and I have undertaken to
make horse-road up to the castle
yonder can it be done?''
The large OWl-like eyes opened
wider; for, in truth, an idea crossed
the mind that his young master had
gone suddenly mad; and really the
traces that the interview had left on
his visage did not go far to contradict
the notion that his question had en-
gendered.
After rejecting for about minute,
Fritz said, Eyes,
'sMy brave Fritz, call the men to-
gether; it must be finished tonight"
Nothing seems impossible to love.
''Mad. mad - thought Fritz but he
only said: ''My dear young master,
three hundred miners, were they to
work night and day, could not make
such road to that nest on the rock in
eight days.
And casting glance Of mingled af-
lection, respect, and regret at Kuno,
he turned slowly away, and descended
the gallery at the mouth of which the
conversation had passed.
Kuno, sick at heart, sat down on
stone at the entrance Of the gallery,
his eyes fixed on vacancy. Hour after
hour passed away, but he remarked
not the lapse of time. The broad red
disc of the sinking sun threw the shad-
OW of the castelated rock far across
the plain, as if it had been the gnomon
of a huge dial, telling of the declining
day and his dying hopes, but Kuno
needed it not
The mist began to curl up from the
low grounds, till it rose like q sea of
fog, over the eddying surface of which
forests and groups of trees showed like
islets in the pale light of the rising;
moon. But Kuno needed it not; al
though it chilled all Nature like. a
shroud, and the flowers folded up their
petals as they shrunk from it's deadly
influence.
Suddenly voice uttered words.
Sir Knight" spoke the voice, II
heard what you said to Fritz; he is a
fine old fellow, but know more about
the matter than he does.''
Kuno looked and saw shimmering
through the mist right opposite to him
the figure of little old man with
snowy beard and hair, clad in a minia-
ture chief-miner's dress, which was
richly ornamented. A sable cocks
feather waved over his cap, and he
held what seemed to be a bundle of
tWigs resting on one arm.
''WhO art thou exclaimed Kuno.
"Your good folks are polite enough
to call me the goblin Of the mine.
Never heed that; it does not make
them better nor me worse. We are
not, indeed, quite so big as they are,
but we are masters of our craft, and a
tritle more active. We should not
think it very great feat to make such
road as you want to the Castle of
Falkenstein in an hour
''Can you-will you!'' cried the
knight.
"We both can and will; for to tell
you the truth, | have taken liking to
you. You have not troubled us with
exorcisms, to. wiring from us the Sc
crets of the best lodes. But you must
be aware that we do not work for
nothing, and l have tritling affair of
business to talkFover with you Com
mand your workmen to cease driving
in that direction where they are now
employed. They are now coming in
conveniently near the dark abodes
of my people, whom l cannot always
keep in order on such occasions; and if
they so much farther we shall be
driven out Of the mountain altogether;
as it is, we get no rest by day, and all
night we are busy. Only give up
working the St. Margaret mine; you
will lose nothing by your forbearance,
for there are richer veins running
from west to east. and Won may well