Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1877-08-30
FoR The. -REPuBLIcAs.
Eodoiska
The Russian Counts Daughter.
by FRED LANG
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About sunset on a mild evening OF
April, in the year 1S- Frederic L.,
a young German arrived at the small
town of Dunno d'Ossola situated on
the sloping side OF the slimplon. he
was tired. for he had travelled on foot
from Bavano on the Lago-M Maggi-
ore that delightful region Of gardens,
which at all times, is sheltered by
the Alps as by rampant, from the
rough northerly winds. The youth
full traveller received the genial i'm
preston; but he came from Italy. the
sunny land of Incidence and pleas
ure, which, even while the whole con-
tinent was convolved by the storms
OF war, had succeeded in maintaining
its character of joyous asylum OF
the arts. But young L., was ad-
monished to seek speedy return to
his country by those momentous
events which had thrown the one
half Of Europe in arms against the
other. His mother and sister lived
quiet and retired at Dresden, more,
however from choice than from me-
cessity. Frederic had lost his IA
ther while yet child. He knew not
In what manner, even, for his mother
had occasionally mer ely touched on
the event.
The last four years had been a
period so quick in Northern Germany
that even two lone women had
managed to meet the exigencies oil
their living without protector. But
now the columns OF the French ar.
mics were again approaching from
every point. With the opening OF
the spring, Germany was again con-
verted into a vast military encamp-
ment. For these reasons was Fred
eric returning, for his heart prompted
him to Hy to his mothers side. and
his sisterin her letters had informed
him that their parent suffered much
from pulmonary complaint he
obeyed this call OF duty, though with
heavy heart: not that Italy had
irresistably fascinated him, but be-
cause he dreaded again to tread his
native soil. so unfortunate, SO degra-
ded, on which he perceived deeper
and more incurable wounds than
those inflicted by the Frenchmen's
sword. Frederick was OF that age
which is most susceptible to feelings
OF happiness and OF sorrow. He was
twcnty-one. His mind was prone to
grave and serious thought, for it had
matured amidst serious coDjuDct.
ures. The years commonly allotted
to study. which others spent In
thoughtless chase after pleasure, or
at the best in partial devotion to
books, were. ia his case, a season o.
vigorous application. 1t was now
two years since he bcheld his father.
land-threc that he had not seen his
mother and sister, for he had set out
on his travels from Heidelberg, where
he had spent his last year OF study
He now again stood before that snow
covered and gigantic wall, which
separated the sober soil of Germany
from the sunny fields OF laughing
Italy. OH how did his heart Year,
after everything beloved and hon
orcd beyond tie Alps; how tenderly
did he stretch forth his arms toward
his kindred, toward the sacred pre-
cincts OF the paternal fireside Blu
all that he loved were immersed il
trouble and sorrow: all that he hon
ored was profanely debased and in
sultedi 1t was for this that his fee
bore him go heavily and reluctantly
toward his home, to which, however
his heart so ardently drew him.
With these feelings possessing hi
breast, he approached the friendl,
little town. the last place in Ital,
which was to afford him a shelter
A hill by the roadside invited him t.
ascend. From the tops he locke,
down upon the landscape, which, a
usual in the South, looked NOR
beautiful at the evening-hour. TIL
fields were clothed in the riches
verdure. while on the other side O
the mountain-ridge which towere'
behind the town, the flowers still La
benumbed in their dull winter sleer
To the right Frederick had a view o