Daily Republican., 1880-03-05
Pretty story of two Lovers.

Pretty story of two Lovers
Once upon a time there lived beside
the Rhine beautiful lady. She had
lover who loved her, and whom she
loved in return. But after he had
wooed her-not one year but three
he asked her to marry him, and she.
anxious to prove her power, merely
answered:
"Wait."
81 have waited three years." ht
said, "but at your bidding l will still
wait one more"
Then he went away and became Q
soldier, and praise OF his bravery filled
the land; but the lady was piqued by
the thought that he had been able Il
leave her even a year, and when he re-
turned she determined to punish him,
though all the while she loved him
we'll.
He knelt at her feet and took her
hand in his, and said:
"Lady, have come back to claim
you for my wife'"'
But all she answered was:
"Wait longer; a patient waiter is not
a loser"
81 will wait two years longer" he
said calmly. "If do net lose all is
WE'LL"
Then he left her again. She had
hoped that he would plead for her, and
that she would be forced to change her
mind; but now he was gone-goEs for
two long years. How she lived through
them she could not tell, but they pass
ed, and again her lover was before
her.
81 have waited patiently" was all
he said. She yearned to cast herself
into his arms. but pride wss still
strong within her.
swat longer" she said.
No." he answered. This is the
last time. Ii I wait now | will wait
forever.
At hearing this she drew back
hsughtily.
"Then wait forever" she said to him
coldly.
He then left her without word. And
now her heart sank in her bosom. She
wept bitter tears, and repented in dust
and ashes. When q year Lad gone by
she could bear her woe no longer, and
sent her little foot page to her old
lover, bidding him to bear this mes
sage:
"COme back to me-"
But the message the little foot page
brought was this
"Wait."
Again she was left to her sorrow, and
two years glided by, then once more
she bade her page ride over the noun
tains to her lovers castle.
"Tell him am waiting,' she said.
The page rode away and rode back.
He stood before his lady and doffsd his
cap, and repeated the message that had
been given him:
"The patient waiter is not loser"
"He is Furnishing me-" thought the
lady, and for two years longer she re-
mained in her castle. Her heart was
breaking-her health failed-she knew
death was near.
Again she sent her cruel lover mes
sage. "Tell him, said she, "that am
near my end, and that il l wait longer
before | see him shall wait forever" "
The page returned and stood beside
his lady's chair. His eyes were full
of tears; his head was bent upon his
breast he sighed heavily and hid his
face in his plumed cap.
The lady lifted her wan face.
"Speak |" she said. "The message" "
"Alas l." sighed the page; 81 would
it were a tender one."
"Whatever it may be, speak" gasped
the lady.
"The only message l have" replied
the page, is swat forever"
ii am we'll paid in my own coin,"
said the lady. "At last l have
received all my answer back"
In little while she, died, and they
buried her in the old churchyard, with a
stone at her head and stone at her feet.
When spring came there was grass
upon the grave, and there also was a
new plant strange to those who looked
upon it-s plant with dark, glossy
leaves, that crept slowly sbut surely
along, clutching fast together everv
rongh surface that it met in its path.
There never had been plant like
that on earth before. Now we call it
the ivy, but this is what those who saw
it for the first time said of it:
1t is the lady whom her lover bade
to wait forever. In this form she is
creeping toward his castle slowly but
surely. So she will creep on until she
reaches the heart she threw away.
Generation have passed from earth.
The castle is a ruin, covered with ivy,
aud the peasants will tell you that 1t
has crept there from the lady's grave
point by point, over stone and rock,
through the graveyard and other gates
and fences. You can trace it il you
choose, they say, ifyou but try.
The Chis hOlm Massacre.