Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1884-07-02

The next day Lieutenant Won Rosen-
hahn took his stroll in the garden alone.
Towards evening he was requested to
honor Baron Won Remsthal with visit
III his study. The Baron received the
young man with elaborate politeneSs,
and proceeded to tell him that a sum
mons had come for him to rejoin his
regiment; he would regret losing SO
agreeable guest from his house, but 1t
could not he helped.
"By-the-way," continued the old
man, lit would perhaps interest vou to
hear that nv daughter Daphne is about
to be betrothed to a distant cousin of
mine, Hugo Won Pleyel. man consid-
erably her senior, but of excellent char
acter, and possessed of handsome for
tune. 1t is an unspeakable relief to me
to know that my child's future is Sc
cure.n
Won Rosenhain's congratulations.
which he felt called upon to make, died
upon his lips. Every word the old
Baron said was a cruel blow to hopes
he had ventured to cherish. He took
leave of his host as soon as possible, and
began pacing up and down the avenue,
victim TO the gloomiest of thoughts.
That he loved Daphne with all his heart
and soul he knew beyond the shadow of
a doubt, and from an occasional glance
and word of hers he allowed himself to
hope that she cared for him. But alas
for the fond dreams of either now Ee.
Il young officer, with no other property
in the world than his horse and sword.
could i'll offer himself as rival to the
rich Baron Won Pleyel when the Won
Remsthals were on the verge of bank
ruptcy. How the young nan hated
this stranger who was to bear off the
prize he so yearned for
As Conrad strobe past half-ruined
Summer-hOuse standing little back
from the avenue, the sound of smother
Ell sobbir4 reached his ear. In another
moment he Stoed I'm the little arbor.
clasping both Dapne's hands in his, and
looking down into her tear brimming
eyes with world of love and pity in
his own.
Am | not to congratulate you on
your engagement ?" he asked, with a
bitter ring in his voice.
''Oh, 10. no am so unhappy. But
what can | do ? We are very pOor-al-
most on the verge of want-and | cam
not disappomt my father.
"DO you love any one else ~ Conrad
asked, eagerly watching her face.
FoE reply she leaned her pretty head
upon his shoulder, and the young SOL
der knew the truth.
The next day Lieutenant Won R0sen-
ham took his departure. Hls heart was
heavy at the thought that he would per-
memory that she loved Inn awakened
a song of triumph within HIM, hopeless
though their love was.
There had been a sharp engagement
between French and Prussians on the
outskirts of the little village of APPEL
dorf, and the cOntending parties lowered
still about the place for another attack
on the morrow. At nightfall lieuten-
ant Won Rosenhaln and few other Of
| iicers and men gathered round mea-
gre campfire TO try to snatch few
/ hours sleep.
'.It Is pity We can have no better
| fire on this bitter cold night /; go to the
house yOnder, Wilhelm, and see if you
can find any fuel" said one of the Of
| licers.
The man took lantern and went to-
wards the deserted-looking building
standing in its own grounds, the ahan-
doned home of some rich family. He
returned with his arms full of books.
''Tne place has been plundered, sir,
/ of everything but these but they will
make fine fire."
As no one objected, the soldier flung
the aImful of books upon the dying
| flames.
Bring mOre-the idea Is not bad -
and soon the campfire burned merrily,
fed by scores of priceless old volumes.
"A pity-a great pity but our men
/ cannot freeze, " said a man, lying wrap
| ped in his cloak, near Won Rosenhain.
lie had curiously piercing dark eyes,
and mUstache nearly white; but his
figure WAS 1.-the and active as any
youths
! Won Rosenhain watched him narrow
! IL, and wondered that he had not seen
/ him before.
Presently Conrad leaned forward and
with his sabre Idly raked little vellum-
bound book towards him out of the
| burning pile. 1t was volume of Dante IS
/ Inferno with the date 1880. On the fly
! leaf were these words in faded ink
"Ddpbae. de son ami Louis"
Daphne" SAID Conrad, half to him
self-''an unusual name, and a very
pretty one too"
~ am glad you like it, observed the
dark eyed stranger at his side it is the
name of the girl who is to be my wife. y
Conrad looked at the man in silence.
The idea took sudden possession of him
| that his hated rival was before him but
| he could not bear to hear the truth
| from the mans own lips.
On the first opportunity that offered,
he asked one of the men who the tall
officer was with the eagle eyes and gray
mustache.
''That is Colonel Hugo Won Pleyel, :"
was the reply.
The next night it was necessary to
send an important message to certain
] point three miles distant The way lay
| through the village. and was dangerous,
as many French soldiers were SIX ulklng
about. Conrad Won Rosenhain was
chosen as one messenger, and oddly
enough it fell to the lot of Colonel Won
Pleyel to accompany him.
At dark the two men set forth on
their dangerous errand, the elder know
ing little of the hate for him in the
Younger ones breast On the way they
spoke little, and followed each other in
the darkness as well as they could. Pass
ing through a narrow gateway at the
end of the village street, Won Rosen'
hain's sword slipped and struck on the
ground.
ssWho goes there ?' called gruff
voice in French, followed by the sharp
report of musket.
ssFoolish fellow to waste his bullet
aiming in the dark ~ said Conrad to
himself.
Outside the village tie danger was
over. and Won Rosenhain, having wan
dered out Of hearing of his companion.
hurried on alone, delivered his message,
and returned to the camp. The next
morning, on inquiring for Colonel Won
Pieyel. Conrad heard to his astonishment
that he had not returned. Wondering,
/ m roaA that they