The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1877-03-09


Iabove the middle height but of wor
derfnl symmetrical form, and displa!
ing in her very movement
THE BINIsHKD aRAczFULSRss
of the daughters of the highest sri
tocracy, entered the kings apartment
Frederick u she exclaimed impet,
ously, as she removed her veil and en-
braced the king. ~ could not sta
away from you any longer"
"And yet You should not have com
here at this time, Celestine," he sai
reproacbfully.
1 "Notin she cried, drawing back
step. II should not have come here
Frederick! Why notr
He looked at her admiringly for
few seconds. There was no use deny
ing it-she was a Inarvelously beaut
full creature, with her large blue eye,
her wealth o. golden ringlets, he
cIassically chiseled features, and he
complexion, wonderfully pure, eve
among the fair daughters of the North
20 noted for that charm.
"Celestine, he then said, "you mus
leave Vienna without delay"
She stamped her foot Indignantly.
Il will not do it." she cried with flash
ing eyes and most defiant expression
of countenance.
"You love me, Celestine?" asked tn
king, taking her head in his hands ant
looking deep into her eyes.
What question, Frederick" she ex
claimed, bitterly. Il am ready to sacri
fee everything for you-everything e1
cept one thing"
@And what is that, Celestinc?"
The belief in your love and con
stancy!'
There was a slight frown upon tn
kings face as he heard the impassione,
words.
Yes she continued, impetuously. "
love you, Frederick, as ardently as VIC
man ever loved man. But beware O
sighting me-
"Pshaw," he exclaimed with a force
smile. What silly creatures you VIC
men are, How can you doubt my Low
for your"
did not you ask ME just now TO leav
Vienna again, after had made the Ion
Quincy at this inclement season"
And yet you have to depart immedi
ately, repeat it,
"Fredrick, l cannot" she rejoine,
firmly. my little son Frederick
health is feeble. He cannot bear tn
fatigues of another journey. 1t woul
killhim. Do you want him to die Fred
rick? He is your son-yOur image
You do not know how great resem
blance he bears to you now.
The king seemed u be yisih;y sttee,v,
by these words.
i will come and see the child this yer
afternoon, Celestine, he said. But yo
must leave your hotel, for cannot visi
you there
But where shall go. Frederick?
was told this morning that Vienna i
crowded with strangers, and that it wa
next to impossible to hire suitable aparI
ments in private residences. Yo
know, she added proudly. Il will no
put up with inferior accommodations.
The king reflected a moment
Count Redern," he then said, has
villa on the road TO Schoenbrun. 1t
unoccupied, but very nicely fitted up
! will rent it for you. At that villa l ca
visit you every day without attrsctin
attention. Will you go there?'
She joyously promised. The kin
embraced her.
Disengaging herself from hisa sh
llookfd anxiously into his eyes and asket
But Frederick, why did you want m
to leave Vienna in such hurryf'
"Oh, it was q mere whim of min,
Celestine. Never mind it-let US nov
talk of our boy"
The beautiful woman remained fc
some time with her royal lover. Whe
she left him she was over-happy; fo
he had never been so afectionate t.
wards her as on that day.
During he afternoon she was installe
in the Villa Redern, where the King {
Prussia visited her shortly after darl
When Frederick William left Nm
Won Fraudorf, Mile Zwerg, her old lad
Of company, entered the boudoir.
Gracious lady, may / ask who ths
distinguished looking officer was tbs
Just left you?"
Officer, she exclaimed, bursting int
merry laughter.
Mile Zwerg's face assumed a yer
grave expression
Il believe | saw. the gentleman b
fore, she said.
What makes you look so sour, goo
old friend?' asked the kings mistress
WAS that gentleman not His Maiest
King Frederick William the Third, ,
Prussia inquired the old lady.
And what if he was: Mademoisell
you frighten me, What do you mea
by looking so sombre?'
Answer me one question, Madam
said Mile Zwerg, solemnly-"is the kin
your lover?'
.He Is"
Mile Zwerg sank with a groan int
an easy chair, and
BURIED HER FACE IN HER HANDs.
~Gsacious heavens what is the ma
teri" cried Mime Won Frudorf. hastenin
TO the old lady. Speak for Gods sal
speak"
MiIlie Zwerg dropped her hands
Her face looked livid.
TELL me" she said in a very low ton
"is the king your sons ather?"