The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1878-03-27
SeIsetsh Story.
HOW HE CONQUERED.

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! Paul Weimer was in love. Poor
Paul! The object of his affections
did not know her own mind, and
her parents despised him. His
beloved was the toll keepers
daughter and lived on the bridge
which spanned the broad river
below his mountain home. Aida
! was naturally a coquette, and her
fathers position opened a way for
the indulgence of this disposition
to an unlimited extent, so that
her lovers were numbered by the
dozen, and even Count Rudolph
himself failed not to cast an ad-
miring glance upon the fair girl in
his frequent journeys across the
bridge. Still she was by no means
indifferent to the manly charms
of Paul Weimer, and she declared
to he mother that there was not,
in all the province, rs bright a
pair Of eyes as Paul's black orbs.
AS it was impossible to deny this,
the mother merely said it was a
pity he did not employ them Of
tener in searching out the insects
that destroyed his vines than in
sighting the chamois upon the
heights.
"And his figure, too," persisted
the girl, who desired to uphold
Paul: now that another spoke
against him.
"Did you ever see a more mag
nifeent formed man, mother ?'
"Oh, that is we'll enough, but
his form was climbing over crags
and precipices in search oftbe wild
goat, when he should have been
digging in bis vineyard"
Aida knew this was true enough,
so she made no reply, yet, among
all her suitors, none occupied SO
many Of her secret thoughts as
dark-eyed Paul, and the day on
which her father turned him from
their door and commanded him
never 70 enter it again was sad
one for her, although she would
not acknowledge that she loved
| him.
Young Weimer was rendered
desperate by this proceeding, and
became wilder in consequence
| The poor chamois had reason tc
curse the toll.keeper's cruelty, fol
Paul now hunted them with
relentless zeal, and more thar
ever neglected bis vineyard.
"The mills Of the gods grinC
slowly" but each ones turn comes
at last, and those who care moi
what others suffer have persona
sufferings thrust upon them.
The winter was passing and the
tolI-keeper had begun rejoicing al
the prospect of the return Of
spring. The river was still frozen
but the south wind blew warm
and balmy, and there had beer
warm rains upon the mountains
so that the ice was soon expected
to disappear. The family retired
to rest as usual, and were enjoying
the peaceful sleep that follows
day Of labor, when a sudden an(
terrible awakening came upor
them. The elements were raging
their house shaking to its founda
tions, and the crash Of falling ar
ches greeted their ears. Th
trembling man sought the roof o
his house and discovered that tn
bridge at either end had beel
!: swept away, and he and his famil.
were prisoners in the midst o
a whirlpool that every instan
threatened destruction. He crie'
! aloud for help, and his voice wa
: heard above the roar Of the ele
ments by crowd Of horrife'
! gazers on the rivers bank, but n
> one dared to face destruction il
: going to his aid. Count Rudolp.
Z Z rode up in haste, and in bis ham
a purse.
Give hundred crowns to an.
r one who attempts their rescue,
:, shouted he, but no one moved, an
destruction seemed inevitable.
4 stir in th. crowd announces