Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1879-11-26

man, warmly, forgetting in his fascina-
ton for the beautiful lady how he had
certainly taken her inheritance into
account in the first place.
The lady sighed snd was silent.
Then she spoke: elf | yield to your
wishes we must be married at once"
eat oncep' cried Won Stein, perhaps
a little startled. Yet what lover ever
found the time between betrothal and
marriage too shortl {" am ready" he
said, gallantly "and impatient"
The lady smiled, moved softly away
to an old worm eaten chest which was
set against tho wall, took from it two
rings and white veil and crown of
myrtle, which she laid upon her dark
flowing hair. Her dress was white.
"Come," she said to her lover, and led
the way.
A little bewildered, after the fashion
of bridegrooms in general, and scarcely
knowing whether to be happy or alarm
ed, the young man followed his bride
through, as it seemed to him, miles OF
dimly Lighted vaulted passages, where
the damp was trickling down the walls
and where unthought of steps up and
down were ready at every moment &c
| trip up the unwary passer. The lady
however, seemed to be we'll acquainted
! with every turn and twist of the place
and giving her hand to her lover, she
led him on step by step, until at length
| they reached vaulted chamber, which
they had no sooner entered than great
iron door shut heavily behind them,
with q sound that echoed through
every arch of the dimly-lighted build.
ing.
1t was the chapel.
Your hand is cold, my love-" said
the young man, tenCerly, to his bride.
No matter; yours has warmth and
life enough for both," returned the lady.
Yet the life seemed actually to ebb
from the young mans heart as he OBJ.
served the stone figure of a bishop,
which was sculptured on q gravestone In
the center of the chapel, gradually rise
from its recumben position and walk vi
the steps of the altar.
The eyes Of the bishop famed like
glow worms, the candles upon the altar
lighted of themselves, and the tones of
the organs rolled solemnly through that
vaulted building.
"Kurt Won Stein, wilt thou take the
Lady of Windeck for thy lawful wife,
said the bishop, in low, sepulchral
tone. which sounded as though not he,
but some muffled voice a dozen yards
away ware speaking. ...
At this moment the whole horror of
the scene seemed to break upon the
young man. Around him, slowly rising
from their graves, he saw the shrouded
forms and feshless faces of the dead,
who came as witnesses to the ghostly
marriage. Even the face of his bride,
as his fascinated eyes fixed upon it,
wore the livid hue of death. He surned
in an agony to fly from the horrible
scene, tried to snatch his hand from the
cold, hard grip of the phantom lady,
fell, rs he believed, senseless upon the
chapel foor-and awoke to find himself,
at dawn of day, lying at his full length
on the moss-grown stone where he had
sat to rest the night before, at the castle
door, and his horse intent upon an early
meal on the rank heritage of the grass
grown court.
When he told his tale in the village
and at the neighboring castles, no one in
the least doubted that he had almost, if
not quite, laid the unquiet spirit of the
lady of Windeck.-Horper's Weekly.