Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1884-08-28


A few hours later sat W tn n num-
ber of pleasant friends in one of the
best restaurants under the lindcns. The
conversation was lively and cheerful
and there were many ladies and gen
men going in and out.
In the neighborhood of the table at
which we sat and made ourselves
merry was gathered a large party,
Joyous and gay like ours.
Some young girlish faces before us
having attracted me | invOluntarily
looked around for my Unknown, but
thcrG-yes, certainly, there he was
next to the little blonde coquettc, with
the seductive little snub nose and the
snowy white felt hat-thc officer of
Lotzower street.-the same before whom
my little friend had taken flight, for
although | had no foundation for the
idea, since we had met many other
men on that street, | could not help
thinking of the large, SNOWY, hand
some, but utterly blase and insolcnt-
looking lieutenant of infantry in con-
ncction with her.
"Who is that pale olliccr?' asked
| of my friend Erich.
"WhGrcP"
| indicated the direction to him.
1.-The one with the black beard, next
to the little blonde lady
"Hc?" said Erich, and laughed.
"Why, he is the lately bctrothcd, the
handsome Paumwolf | thought you
surely must know him.
mo, no; but what is the story about
him?' ! inquired.
"Well-nOthing more than that
yOndcr blonde has-with some trouble
it must be admittGd-captUrcL him
for life, after he has caused nearly
nincty-nine others to dream of the
same happy fate. For myself, | never
could have attained such IN elcgiac
calm, after breaking of love affair
But he has been unfortunate. Young
ladies with and without pedigree, with
and without money. bags, bow down
to him, after he has devoted himself
to them for half IN hour, entirely con-
quercd. by his irresistible faScinationS
And it is just the same with the old
ones. Many, to be sure, allcge, in
deed, that behind that titanic brow
there is nothing but Il corn-fcld, and
that II thrashed-out one!'
While Erich had been speaking, my
eyes had wandered away from Paum-
wolf His pale face, framed in by curl
ing black beard and hair, reminded me,
in fact, of the Xcus of Otricoli. To me
it was in the highest degree rcpug-
nant.
Enough tears have recently been
flowing from beautiful eyes, since his
betrOthal with Fraulein Joscpha Maicr
has appeared in the Gazettc.'
"Maicr?" invountarily asked.
"Ycs, yes laughed Erich; ''Simply
Maier with al but passably pretty
and immensely rich OF course. And
since Fraulein Josepha does not look
Jewish, Paumwolf can endure that his
father-in-law m spc should have form
erly been cloth merchant in Frank
fort-on-thc Main
The conversation having once turned
on the handsome Paumwolf, it did not
soon leave the subject. On the other
side Of our table the people were whiS.
pcring about him and one said:
at is quite incomprchcnsiblc TO me
that he did not rather take the LITTLE
Gcrdshof, whom he so recently courtcd
The girl is of altogether different stock
from the MaicrS, and she seems TO b,
head over ears in love with him.
Yes, but the m0ncy-thc money!
cried another.
"Wcll, at all events, this one is ;
blonde, too, and Il very rude one, " re
marked third. An idea suddcnl,
seized me.
) "Whcrc does Fraulcin Gcrdsho
: livcPn asked | of Erich.
He looked at me Il moment withOu
: speaking and then laughed aloud.
"Wcll, you certainly are amusin!
, this evening with your abrupt qucs
tions. Besides being called Won Gcrl
shot, of old Margravltc nobility, he
father is II pcnsioncd general, bu
. where she lives | do not know. d.
!, you wish to console her for the loss O
= Paumwulf, old boy?"
! ! | threw him Il glance full OF rage
A young assessor who sat at our tabl
and seemed to have heard our dio
. lOguc called out to me: 81 can Civ
, you the address, Baron-Kurprinzc
!, street, No. So.
u u Ali that was the very dwelling {
u my Unknown. felt all the blood rus
u to my heart; then thanking him fC
!, the information, took my hat an
n stick, and without turning to reply
y the jcsting remarks of those rcmainin
= at the table, left the place to sauntc
:, . without aim or object through I'll
i moonlit streets.
!, How, after long wandering hith,
y and thither, finally found myself b.
- fore the much thought of house
Kurprinzen street, surely cannot tel
< [ went on the opposite side of Il
II street and looked at the house stan,
I'll ing before me in the clear moonligh
In the midst of blooming gardens Il
g dainty villa rose, with its antiqu
i'll vinc-covered and many columned 60
G. lery in front, like the enchanted castl
n in story books. And the little fl
IL who wandered about therein? w
81 she still awake, sheltered behind Il
Id one single window of the gablc-en
which was still lighted; grieving, pc
Ill haps, about the unfaithful Paumwol
With pity, scorn and-yes, will co
ne fess it-burning jealousy in my heal
ed | at length turned my steps homewa
IN to my quiet lodging.
nd After a rather sleepless and restle
of night, and several anxious morni
ok hours, l made my way at the prop
time for visiting, to Kurprinzen sire,
er Now / was on The steps. Oh, the be-
n ing of my heart, the almost painful c
&c preston that came over me! My pulS
&C. had not throbbed so wildly since 10
years ago, when the first volley
he musketry whistled round my ears.
in the lonely old family estate of B
d. waldo in the Mark, the last few ye;
,r- had passed away so quietly and II
If. notonously; grave studies and pr
en- tical application of knowledge gain
en- in early and distant travels had oct
,r- pied me so exclusively that the {
in quette of the great world had beco
ks strange and unknown to me. And ,
he it was not timidity alone which caus
ng the blood to fly like lightning throu
my veins, which made me remark W