Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1880-08-26
s. MARCELLA." !"

that / returned 10 my own country,
after an absence of nearly ten
years. 1 met, by chance, the
dearest friend of my childhood
Count Komarof. He was one of
those men whose will is stronger
than nature or destiny. But
however cold, however rough his
exterior, and sarcastic his language,
lie had an upright mild, associated
with rare probiety of intentions,
and sensibilities. Notwithstanding
his youth, it is said that lie dis
dained women.
One evening l questioned him
upon tho subject. He began to
smile.
"The whole thing is SIMPLE" he
saio. "Instead of gaming and pay
ing court to some women, | work
like peasant III order to make my
WORKOUT lands valuable; instead
OF making new debt, | pa, my
fathers. For the rest, l disdain
women SO little that l think
seriously of marrying, shall take
care not to install woman or
fashion. She must havo an up
right mind and good heart she
must know how TO work, and she
must have honor like man's.''
"Whcrc will you lind this wife 2"
81 wish to find her, and for this
reason l shall find her. But to
change the subject, ] am to visit
my old nurse would You not like
to go with me 2"
When we arrived at the village
every one seemed asleep, go we con-
cluded not to rouse them.
Soon the wind brought the notes
of a song an odd melody, and a
voice more remarkable still.
cit is woman's voice." said the
Count lone of those alto voices
that seem to come from the un-
fathotnable depths Of the SOU" .
When We called at the home of the
nurse beautiful girl; who wore,
with singular grace, the coquettish
costume ot our peasants-the
looped petticoat, and the smooth
fitting corsage of blue cloth, with a
pulled chenise. Her face an oval
her hair chestnut, hung in light
curis from a forehead noble and
pure.
After our visit, during which
every kindness and courtesy had
been shown us, we left, with the
promise to come often. We travers.
ed the village to the edge of the
forest. Count sat down. He re-
manned a loi,g time without speak
ing. Then he said III /. low voice /:
81 lcve her,
"Alexander -
81 cannot help it.''
"Beware -
| From this time Alexander re-.
turned every evening to Kolobad
the new home of Marcelia, the
granddaughter of his nurse. He
gave her lessons.
One day / found him busy
transla:ing "Faust,'' in the dialect
of Little Russia, in PROSE for Mar
celia.
care you persuaded" I said
"that she Will profit by yonr teach
ing 2"
81 have never met a human son
SO thirsty as hers for light ane
truth"
1t became necessary for me t.
accompany Alexander now every
morning to Kolobad.
Their harmony was disturbed
Marcella loves bin, but she fight
against his love with the indomit-
able energy of virgin nature.
| To-day when we arrived sh'
was sitting before the cottage. alb
sofbed in reverie. She blushed
but seemed not tu see ne.
"Good evening, Marcc1la,'' sal,
my friend.
l 90! is it you again, Count q
E and she exploded with laughter
"You have nothing TO do, then, a
. home, since you come Sd often /,
derange as Z"
He made no reply, bnt put o,
the ta5lc his manuscript of "Faust. !
"Here is the most beautiful poen
in the world" he said. II hav
Translated it for yon."