Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1879-03-06

CouHCfy. 1ne came followed thi
advice and took a little cottage a
Steinhausen, a village about Al
hours walk from the city.
Willibald was grieved enough
when he found himself so far from
his beloved, but he. loved her th,
more, and proved the truth of tn,
old proverb. The further the char
mer the sweeter the way Ever,
Sunday he went to visit her. ano
thought the air of the country ever
improved her beauty.
One day, as Willibald approach
ed the house, Ellen came to NEE
him weeping. She sobbed bitterly
as he drew near, and exclaimed -:
'Ah, Willibald, what misfortune |!
'You know it then q cried he
with faltering voice.
What-know what 2 asked FL
en-. quickly and eagerly.
sThat l have been robbed of nv
hox of money answered the youth
in tone of anguish. 4 could find
it nowhere this morning. Some one
mas stolen it. You see all our pru-
dence and foresight has gone for
nothing
ALAS replied Ellen, 'then mis-
fortunes never come singly! Yes
terday morning rich gentleman
came to our cottage. He asked for
drink of water, and when hand
ed it to him, looked at me earnest
ly, and asked if ] would 90 with
him and be his wife. l answered
mo-; but he returned early this
morning, and demanded me of my
grandmother. His name s Wern-
er he is rich merchant from Uln.
Even now he is sitting in the room
yonder with my grandmother,
drinking wine, and telling her of
his house anG lards while his SER
want, who stands by the chimney,
confirms everything he says. But
be comtorted, dear Willlbald. Let
grandmother say what she will, |
will die rather than be faithless to
you =
Here Dame Martha came out of
the house, and commanded Ellen to
go in directly. The poor girl was
forced to obey and the old woman
said to Willibald, Young man<I
come to say to you that l think it
best you should come no more to
my cottage. A rich man is a suitor
to my Ellen, and it is my duty to
do what is for her good. | say
nothing of my infrm age. l could
cheerfully bear hardship; but ]
wish to see her surrounded by com
fort and riches. I put it to yourself
what could you offer the girl 2?
Would you have her bind herself
to poverty and toll now, when she
may place herself in ease and af.
iuence 2
We'll, we'll, Dame Martha,' cried
WillibaId, half choking with emo
ion, 1 say nothing OF your con.
lrct. If you choose to break an
1onest fellows heart, and your own
word also, it's all the same to you!n
But, WilIibald,' persisted the
lame, listen to me +
But the impetuous youth was al |
eady several PAGES off. She called |
lfter him, but the sound of her
'oice did not serve to check the
mad speed at which he rushed on.
Despair drove him, and be Stacked i
lot his pace till he found himself
n the open fields. night gathering
round him. 1t was darker night.
lowever, In his own breast. He
brew himself on the ground, and
Ursed himself and his destiny, for
70 tears woold come to his relief.
When he ihonght, TOO, OF Ellen
nd her wretchedness, his heart
Tas like to break.
Some hours must have passed
nmdrked in the indulgence of his
rief, for it was late when he rose,
nd tried to find his way hcmeward.
fter wandering about some time
'ithout being able to discover the
Dad, he found that hs was In a
hurch-yard. The tall spire of the
hurch was visible in relief against
be drifting clouds.
There is the house where the
eople go to pray murmured the
outh, bitterly. Have | not also
rayed, have | not striven to keep
~ soul from taint of sin? And
hat is my reward ? Ellen is lost
me. Prayers will not give her
ack, else could | pray-aye, to the
lend himself, and promise to be
is so she would be mine 7
Scarcely had the distracted youth
ttereG these wild words, when a
ound of shrill laughter near star
ed him /; and looking round, he
aw a figure which he had no diff
ulty in recognizing by the fiery
yes and Zamiel look, as the fud
e had called upo2. 4 am bere,'
ried the stranger, in hoarse tones;
It your service. ard ready to do
our bidding, asking only a small