The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1882-08-24

the base Of the brain. and the depletion
Of the nervous ganylions of the zygomat-
il arch, whose plethora occasioned the
neuralgia in question. This finished, he
! undertook the third and last part of tho
operation. by far the most beautiful o
ALL His fare expressed an inspiration
truly august. AS his hands huttereC
over the surface Of this almost divine
face, he resembleu an artist designing al
angels face, or a sculptor modelling the
head of Il goddess. He, with be tin!
heart, and cheeks red with enthusiasm
seemed like Pygmalion eliminating his
statue. AT last,sina transport of power
and Triumph, placing the index 'finge,
Of his right hand between the, eyebrow.
of the princess, he said, with the air of &
conqucror. sf' w
"You are cured?''
The lady, lifting her magnificent eyes
to his face, and taking his hand, replied
in her melodious voice:
ut is true. l thank YOU"
And rising, she went to the stairway
leaning upon the arm of the lord. lie
conducted her in perfect silence to he1
carriage. The postillion was already in
the saddle. She stepped INTO the post
chaise, offered her hand to Lord Fergus
who kissed it respectfully, and said:
'Drive on"
"Pr;ncess," observed Lord Fergus,
"the hand that has rested OH your face
shall never touch anything else. ded-
icste it to YOU" And before she could
reply he made the signal of departure to
the postillion, and bowed deeply; after
which he re-entered the inn, and re-
manned dreaming before the fire until :
Lite hour of the night.
Eight days later the Princess Gelsom
ina was established in little secluded
Village Of Tvrol. A man on horseback
who claimed to have come from Bernc
by easy journeys, was inQuiring for her
Riding up to the door Of the inn, he
leaned from his saddle, called for the
inil-kccper, and asked:
'Is the Princess Gelsomina here?"
"Shc is"
rs she in her room?"
"Yes"
He dismountcd, went up stairs, was
introduced, and drawing small case OF
white wood from Il game-bag which
he carried, presented it to the amazed
lady. saving:
"rhis is from Lord Fergus Mac ortar.'
Giving her no time to ask any partic
,l';lrs, he hastily descended the stairs,
deapcd upon his horse, and set off AZ a
gallop. The. princess, greatly agitated,
Having taken Off the cover with many
that it contained a package
The princess Immediately dismissed him
As soon as she found herself alone she
feverishly lifted from the case an object
envelope1 in white cambria. The cam
brio removed displayed an envelope OF
violet satin, with the arms of the prin-
cess and another person embroidered III
silver upon it. Under the folds of satin
something hard and angular was define
ated. The lady unfoldcd the satin, and
a silver box eXQuisitely chased, shaped
like an Egyptian sarcophagus, appeared
before her eyes,. A tiny golden key
hung from one Of its feet. The princess
took it oft, inserted it in the lock, and
opened it.
Upon {; crimson velvet cushion Dor
dered with u fringe Of fae pearls, lay a
human hand. The hand bore upon the
little finger a ring, whose setting was a
magnificent bezoar stone. The princess
gazcd a moment spell bound, then care
fully reclosing the sarcophaGus, and
concealing the key in her bosom, she
shrieked aloud. After which she threw
herself upon a couch, arranged the
folds of her Dress rang for her maid, and
tainted. That hand was the right hand
of Lord Fergus; that bezOar, was the
ring of Lord Fergus! In two hours she
eft the village, and was never seen
there more.
We will not attempt to depict the state
Of maddeniny love in which this fantas-
tic and surgical gift had plunged the un-
fortunate Gelsomina Cordileone. Never
before did horror, astonishment, graft:
tude, and pity SO blend in a woman's
heart. Many man had offered his
hand, but to have it amputated and pre-.
sent it to her upon a velvet cushion
fringed with pearls, was indeed novel
ty. In regarding herself in her mirror,
she could truly say that no other Wo.
man in the world had ever been the OBJ
ject of such adoraS:on. And then, as the
hand was perfectly embalmed, she must
needs take it often from it's concealment
and caress it, fancying this the best way
to fulfil the wishes Of the testator who
had willed it to her.
Many months rolled away. The prin-
cess, overcome more and more with pas
slonate regret, reproached herself fol
every imaginable wrong. She had mas.
SEES said for the repose of the hand oil
Lord Fergus--prayers that it might grow
again. At last she became frantic.
gus was of no avail; the detectives OF
Europe, America, and Australia could
| not discover his retreat.
In the meantime what was the eccen.
trio Lord doing? He had bribed all the
attendants of the princess; just as soon
az she arrived at a hotel he controlled
that house; and during all this time he
had watched her increasingly, being con.
cealed night and day in some one of he,
rooms. From such secret observatories
he watched the progress of the malady
which he had sown in that poor heart
until one day, deeming the time at last
propitious, he stole from his hiding
place during his beloved's absence
Upon her return, the innkeeper an
nounced to her with exceeding cando,
the arrival of an unknown gentleman
She had presentiment as to his ident
ity, as may be imagined. Hurrying tc
her dressing-room, she arrayed herself
in the deepest mourning, after which
sac descended to the salon, opened the
vanced a few steps toward him. He
with great nonchalance pointed with his
left hand to his right sleeve, which hung
flat and empty at the end. The princess
opened her arms.
But when Lord Fergus sprang forward
| she recoiled, and with cry of horror hiC
| her face in her hands.
II can not" sobbed she. II will ne "
er be able to-"
| Then falling upon her knees before
the. dismayed lord, she explained to hin
with tears that her gratitude toward hin
was boundless; that she had passee
days and nights thinking only of him
was distracted for being the cause of hi
multilation. Since that fatal day sh,
had suffered the torments of the lost
she had kissed the hand a hundred
times a day; had thenty thousan,
masses said for his repose; prayers i,
every church and convent in the uni
verse that new hand might grow. She
owed Lord Fergus; adored him; but
his mutilation inspired her with repug-
uance and horror absolutely unconquer-
abe pic would die of it, but she could
never be his wife. 'Ia ...-
| Lord Fergus listened attentiyelv. He