The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1880-03-04

old, old story.
was barely seventeen and had just
entered the celebrated agricultural
academy of Hohenheim near Stuttgart,
Wurtemburg, when / first made the
acquaintance OF Emily and her uncle,
the famous mathematician, DIR. Aloysius
Rechberg, with whom having lost her
own parents, she then lived. The old
professors house was favorite haunt
for the boys. Himself childless, but yet
full Of energy and animal spirits, the old
man lkedto be surrounded by the noise
and hustle of youth. On some evenings
in the week, and indeed not unfrequenty
during whole days, the professors house
looked more like a students kneipe
(tavern) than like the abode of one Of
the first scientific authorities OF Ger.
many.
Little Emily, the elf of Hohenheim,
as we had nicknamed her, never failed
at these queer assemblies. Indeed, she
was the genius, the spirit Of our band
and mad uncomfortable spirit it was,
to be sure | Scarcely fifteen years of
age, she was already as far advanced In
her studies with her uncle as any OF us.
Il don't want to make of the girl one
of your insipid, hot house flowers which
droop and shudder at everything, the old
man used to say 10 US. Let her see,
study and enjoy life just as it is. You
are all of you q set of honest though
excessively lazy lads at whose hands she
has no harm to fear. So let her enjoy
her freedom-the only thing she
possesses, poor thingl trust her to
you-do not betray me, lads
And Emily was indeed our friends,
our comrade-almost our sister. She
felt so secure inside the domains of her
adopted brothers that she wandered in
summer and winter all alone through
the extensive woods of Hohenheim, con-
sidering them, as it were, a sort of para
disc on earth in which no fatal tree or
willy serpent could ever tempt her. Elf
like she haunted the grounds around our
academy climbing in the trees, initiating
the singing Of the birds around her,
making the air resound with her clear,
silvery laugh, shedding on all thingsthe
fairy light of her dear innocent presence.
Such she had lived on in my remem.
brarce these many years since our part
ing, Such, as a long.lost dream Of
youth and light, she appeared at times
to me amid the dark shadows and bitter
realities of life. Who was the rascal
who had darkened and polluted this
bright vision of lights who had made
this of my little elf of Hohenheim p
His name was, she told me, Or at least
was supposed to be, Count Lads as
Brodzinsky, and he pretended to be
Polish nobleman oieemf mnse walth.
Like all the rest of the students, he too
had been received with the usual free
hospitality at the professors honse, but
had soon by his manners excited the old
mans suspicious. He was forbidden the
house but--the mischief was already
done; Emily was madly in love with
him. Interviews went on between them
clandestinely, the wretch bewitched her
more and more, until at length she con-
sented to elope with him to America
whittier, he said, important business
matters called him. The pair fed first
to Paris, thence to London, where they
stayed nearly week. While in that
city Brodzinsky came home one day
seemingly in pray to terrible agitation.
Somebody is on our track, my dearest
EmilyP he exclaimed. Il have been
followed the whole day. We cannot
start from here together. You must go
tonight direct to Queenstown and wait
day there for the boat which shall
bring me from Liverpool. The people
who are tracking me must see me get on
board alone. Doyou trust me, my love 7
OF course she did, and obeyed him
guilelessly, confdingly. Long before
the steamer had been sighted she was
standing on the Queenstown dock, wait
ing, straining her sight for the streak Of
smoke on the horizon. At length il
came. The tug-boat took the Queens
town passengers on board the huge
ocean steamer. Emily found her cabin
reserved for her, but no Ladislas
Brodzinksy to meet her. Trembling,
bewildered, she inquired if there was a
passenger of that name on board. The
steward who had accompanied her to the
cabin thought there was one and prom
ised to inquire Immediately.
He went, and Emily remained in her
cabin trembling, fearing she knew not
herself what, feeling as if each minute
that passed became century OF sus-
pense. In the meantime the steamer
had heaved her anchor, the screw Lad
been put in and the ocean monster
glided majestically into the open sea.
AT last the steward returned with the
answer
No, miss, there is no gentlemen OF
that namo on board I
On hearing these words Emily re-
NAMED for some time like ono paralyzed
with terror and despair. Then, realizing
all Of q sudden the horror Of situation,
she rushed ont OF the cabin with a