Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1883-10-19

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|, ued, passionataIy. "You are mine. soul
and body. would be driven to de-
spair if [ did not possess your loye--the
only ray OF light in the darkness that
surrounds me-" .,.. z. i
Who could describe Victorine's feel
ings2 Gould she overcome her horror,
or did this terrible proof of his passion
kindle her love?
Two years have passed since Arno
Won Hohenstein, has been numbered
with the dead. Few remembered him.
His parents he had lost when q boy.
The comrades with whom he had been
favorite, his former friends, his cou-
sins who i,hsriteu his estates, thought Of
him no more. SO no one seemed to be
astonistled when V,c,orine Was betrothed
and married to Poseneck, whose fnan-
cial circumstances had been bettered by
an unexpected inheritance.
Time ha.1 not taught Victorine Is for
get HOhenstein's tragical death. Often
he seemed to appear before her, men,
aeing and threatening, and at night she
often started from her sleep with shrek.
But when Poseneck was at her side,
her happiness was SO great as to
obliterate the dark past.
That day, the second anniversary Of
Amos death, races were again to be
held at Baden Baden. Kurt's tather~in-
law had asked him TO attend. He acqu;~
esced rather unw.l'ingly. His thoughts
turned continually to the moment when
he had knelt beside Hohensteln's corpse.
Ever the presence OF his beloved wife
could not make him forget. He had TO
summon all his strength to maintain his
outward c"mposure. But Victprine's
loving eyes read his Utmost thoughts.
He was restless; he passed from group
to group, and at last went in the pad
dock, to take a look ar he horses. One
of his comrades stepped up to him end
said:
,'Poseneck; you must ride Creve-
occur to-day"
Don. you know that have given up
steep e'chase ri.t,ng altogether"
After great deal of coaxIng and ban
tering, he at last consented
Seems fever has seized me."' he
muttered to himself, Tor, III spite OF the
warm weather he felt chilly.
AS the moment of action arrived,
knowing that he needed all his nerve,
he regained his self-command. Just as
he WAS putting his foot in the stirrup,h be
heard some one say:
Have you heard that at Hamburg,
day before yesterday, Devils Daughter
broke her neck??"
He felt as If he had received blow.
The horse that had been his tool was
dead. She mad passed fr}n one to an
other, having brought nothing but MIS-
fortune to her owners. Another in his
position. perhaps, would have silenced
his conscience by saying that it had
been the horses tauit. Poseneck could
not do SO. Only too well sle knew that
he had deliberately caused HonensteiA's
death. tie did not repent the deed, cut
still he was often haunted by his victim.
As the race was proceeding it WAS
easily seen what Creve coeur could do,
He was gaining ground cor stantIy, and
each obstacle was cleared without eff
fort. Soon he was in front. Suddenly
Poseneck saw shadow, without hear
ing the tread Of a horse. He turned
and saw beside h i'm Arno Won Hostein,
mounted on Devils Daughter.
Was the terrible ap,,arltion creation
of his excited imaei,.atio
"Who is the rider next to Kurt?" Vic
torine asked her father.
"a rider? [ see none! Poseneck is
leadi the race"
AHtIS. Oi VIC OdIh llOFSb. i SSs1 IliA
plainly. Mercful God! it is Hohenstein"
Her father turned hastily toward her
SHE hai tainted.
In the meantime the two riders sped
away.
Poseneck could not avert his eyes from
that CHASTITY face that was close beside
him. Now the horses neared the stone
wall, and he prepared involuntarily for
the leap.
Suddenly the phantom turned and
fixed its CLASSY took full upon his face.
With an inarticulate cry he let 90 the
reins, and covered his face with his
hands. Creve-cUur, suddenly deprived
Of his masters guidance, fell, throwing
his rider.
His comrades, rushing toward the
s0ot, f >und Poseneck IA corpse. No one
but he and Vic;orine, the only one who
knew Of the foul deed, had seen the
spectral rider.-Translated tor the Ar
gonaut from the German by Lois.
The bootb|acks in Chicago have organ
ICED. One of them stated the fact thus
to News reporter: "You newspaper
'porters amt no good, OATS what's de
matter-yer amt enterprsin' like as
wot I'd be-" cried one Of the numerous
bootblackers Of Chicago to-day. NOW,
we's organized a. union. and you haven't
ported word bout it; de prices has
gone up, or been frctuating, as dey say
on the board, and we now charges 10
Genus shine, but it didn't come out in
80 papers like the frost Yer see, ole
man lar'eon fixed it up for ue, an wei
be hunki-dori in few days. Wat'Il We
do Ell any of the profesh go back? Why,
trOW 'em in de lake, OATS WOt we'll do,
an don't you forget itp'