The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1884-07-31

But he was far from looking like
g dangerous person. He was tall
and of muscular build; but his
blue eyes were full of kindly light,
and his ruddy cheeks were as
smooth as q girls. lie could not
have been more than eighteen.
He bowed respectfully as l an
swered his question
"Frederika lives here" l said,
"but l think she is not feeling
well. Will You leave your message
with me and call again another
day."
Il wish to ask after Zintha Rick.
er. She is my promised wife and
she came over in the same ship
with Frederika, | have been to Cas-
tie Garden, and they think that no
snch q girl came across the sea.
But Frederika will know, / have
the letter from Zintha's brother.
They knew each other in the old
country
Il will ask Frederika about her.
Will you come again tomorrow"
Yes, l will wait until then.
But it will seem very long until /
get tidings from my Zintha!"
I felt panied to keep the honest
fellow from hearing from Fred.
erika's lips the assurance for which
his heart longcd; but the thought of
Frederika's face as she had fed
away, made me certain that I had
best send him away until had
first talked with her.
After he had gone, 1 went to
Frederika's room. She sat sway.
ing herself to and fro upon the edge
Of q chair. Her face, no longer
white, but looking as though the
blood was ready to burst from her
crimson cheeks, was full OF anxious
expectation, and her eyes looked
as though they belonged to some
animal at bay.
She clasped her hands and ex.
claimed, with wild vehemence:
"Don't tell him I am here! He
has come for her! Oh, what shall
l tell him?"
The truth, Frederiks." l said,
trying to speak lightly. 1T isn't
anything so hard, is it, to tell a
young man where to find his sweet
hearth"
20, if 1 could tell him-if l could
only send him to her! But that
can only be when the sea gives up
it's dead !" and her voice rose into
a wild scream, which made the
blood curdle in my veins.
"Calm yourself, Federika. 1t is
a sad thing to tell him if his prom
iced wife has been buried at buried
at sea, but yoa ere not responsible
for it."
THAT is all you know about it I"
she began with savage earnestness.
Then, with q sudden furtive look
at me she sail: "But Of course he
cannot blame me unless I had kill.
ed her"
But here she broke down and
threw herself upou the bed, sobhing
and moaning aa though her heart
would break.
HHadu't you best send for the
priest, ma'am?" whispered Katy
in my ear. She had, unpercei7ed
followed on after me, thinking, she
said afterwards. taat I was putting
myself in danger by going near
Frederika. II don't like to tell
tales on her, but she runs on that
way all the night, and it's myself
thinks she needs to confess to the
priest"
''Is she a Catholic, Katy?"
"Yes, ma'am that she is. But
she's a mighty bad one, notwith
standing she tells her heads by the
hour. She never goes to confes-
sion"
"Then go at once for your own
priest, Katy" l whispered.
"Not for the world. till the mas.
ter comes. She might 60 crazy
and kill you dead at her feet! and
sure it's best to leave her alone en-.
tirely the while. She'll get over
the turn all tie sooner if no one is
with her. I've seen her worse than
this"
Convinced that Katy's advice
was sensible, went down stairs
again. But my peace of mind had
been exercised for many days,
For Frederika went raving mad,
and had to be carried from the
house in a straitjacket.
Fortunately she did no har m to
any Of us in her frenzy. But we
all sympathised so deeply in her
afiiction that it cast a shadow over
our hitherto sunny household.
Zintha's betrothed husband came
again for news of her, and was
much troubled by what I told him.
81 should think my Zintha had
had come to some harm though
Frederika." he said, after q few
moments thought, "but she was so
good and winning that no one could
have felt angry at her! And as to
Federika, though she was always a
little strange and moody, l don't
believe she would have hurt a chick.
en-, far less one who had never done
her any HARM
Gould Zintha have made her
jealous by her beauty and gentle
ness?" I asked.
Herman flushed to the roots OF
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