Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1877-09-06

be arrested. The heart OF Frederick,
therefore, beat high from JOY, that
by marvellous freak of fortune, he
had been signaled out to render a
signal piece of service to a being, by
whose sweet charms he had been so
ensibly touched. and by whom he had
for so long a time been held in tender
and mysterious bondage. He fixed
his eyes upon her; she sat trembling
perceptibly, and breathing heavily,
by his side, Finally the last houses
by the roadside had disappeared.
The surrounding country opened
lonely. A steep and continued ac-
clivity obliged the position, who left
his saddle, to change the rapid into a
slow pace, so that the deafenin graf
tling OF the coach ceased. 1t was
then that the lovely veiled one, with
eager haste, seized Frederick's hand,
pressed it between her own warmly,
and spoke, whispering from an op-
pressed bosom:
@You are my delivererl the preser-
yer of what I possess most precious
on earthl" And, as IL exhausted by
mortal anguish, and from repressing
the acutest feelings Of her breast, she
drew heaIt-rendering sigh, sank on
| the bosom OF her female companion.
and burst into tears.
This elderly companion, although
possessing something cold and pre-
else in her aspect and department,
seemed now also moved. She en-
deavored to calm the weeping girl;
but in language that Frederick did
not understand, and could not sup
pose was English, though imperfectly
spoken. The unknown arose. threw
back her veil, directed her blue eyes
toward Heaven, and folding her
hands on her bosom, appeared TO
offer up a silent thanksgiving.
Frederick, who also felt himself
moved In his inmost heart, did not
wish TO interrupt the emotion, but
sat looking upon her with increasing
surprise. She responded with
ingenious frankness: How shall
be able to recompense you?"
~Recompense?" replied Frederick,
quickly. @Fate has vouchsafed me
in the most wonderful manner, hap
piness OF which / never dared to
dream, and you speak of recon-
pense! What have I done for your
~Ohl you do not know" she
answered, what you have dono for
me by your ready and courageous
actionsi"
She wished to say more, but was
interrupted by the old domestic, who
looked back, and spoke some words
In foreign tongue, to which she re-
piled in a language equally uninteli-
gible to Frederick. Sometimes he
thought it was Spanish; then again
Polish idioms that he heard. The
carriage again rolled away at
smarter pace, and the conversation
was cut of. In the meantime, they
must soon begin climbing the long
ascent OF the Simplon, which on the
italian side Is by far the steepest.
Frederick deferred, therefore, his de- !
sire for solution OF these mysteries
until then.
They soon gained an open platform,
where the road turned in such q
manner, that they could throw back
one more parting glance toward |
Italy. That fairy land lay before |
them, glowing in the purple tints OF
the setting sun; the sombre, forest
clad spurs OF the Alps rea >hed wide |
into the blooming plains; foaming |
mountain torrents wound their sill 4
very course through the vallies; the
white shining little market-tow
stood out in bright relief against the
dark back ground; the far distance
was lost in a crimson twilight, which !
permitted definite outline no
longer to be discerned. FAREWELL"
said Frederick with emotion. His
travelling companion once more
turned her beautiful face. while
soft feeling illumed her features.
Her lips seemed to smile at tear,
which suddenly suffused a humid
sparkling over the pellucid crystal Of
her eye. FAREWELL" she repeated
in a sweet-sounding tone. slightly
waving her hand. 1t was deep-felt,
but not painful adieu. I
That the carriage mored again
slowly, the moment had finally ar
rived when a conversation could be
quietly maintained. Frederick was
on the point OF recurring to this sim
gular adventure. when his compan-
ion herself unsolicited began:
"You must be quite strangely i'm
pressed with what has occurred; but
the events which at present agitate I
all countries and nations, often con-
spire to place individuals in critic al
positions. Such is my fate. / al ,
ready gave myself up for lost, and {
trembled for more valuable object I
than life, when heaven sent you to
my deliverance. But are you willing +,
to lend me your assistance still farth- +,
er?"
Until 1 draw my last breath" was
the prompt and gallant reply OF the
German youth.
Promise nothing" remarked the
until you know what /
have to ask from your generosity.
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