The Penn's Grove record., 1884-06-28

The two were sitting one day near an
old moss grown sun dial at the end of
the garden walk, and a very pretty tab
leau they made-she with a bright color
in her cheeks. her light curly hair tossed
about her forehead, and her eyes like
diamonds, and he with enough pallor, the
result of his illness to lend a new IN
terest to his face, and his fine Inquire set
off by his uniform. Daphne had gath
cred a tiny bunch of winter %violets, and
was showing her treasures to Conrad,
who bent his head over hers to see them,
when both were startled by a voice say
ing. in not the gentlest of tones
Lieutenant Won Rosenhain, you are
very imprudent to SIT in this damp gar
den while you are still an invalid.
Daphne, you will accompany me to the
house, as Fraulien Lindes, your gov
erness, seems to have deserted YOU"
Daphne arose with a frightened look
in her eyes, and took her fathers arm /;
for it Wal the old Baron who had 50
ruthlessly broken in upon her t~ete-a-tete
with Conrad.
The next day Lieutenant o Rosen-
hahn took his stroll in the garden alone.
| Towards evening he was requested to
honor Baron Won Remsthal with a visit
in 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 50
| agreeable a guest from his house, but 1t
could not be helped.
"By.the-way," continued the old
man, lit would perhaps interest you to
hear that my daughter Daphne is about
to be betrothed to a distant cousin of
| mine, Hugo Won Pleyel. a nan consid-
| erably her senior, but of excellent char
acter, and possessed of a handsome for
tune. 1t is an ~unspeakable relief to me
to know that my child's future is Sc
cure"
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,
a victim to the gloomiest Of thoughts.
That he loved Daphne withall 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 He,
a young officer, with no other property
in the world than his horse and sword,
could ill offer himself as rival to the
| rich Baron Won Pleyel when the Won
Remsthals were on the verge of bank
ruptcy. How the young man hated
this stranger who was to bear off the
prize he 80 yearned for
AS Conrad strobe past a half-ruined
| summer-house standing a little back
| from the avenue, the sound of smother
ed sobbing reached his ear. In another
moment he stood In the little arbor,
| clasping both Dapne's hands in his, and
looking down into her tear trimming
| eyes with a world of love and pity in
his own.
"Am I not to congratulate you on
your engagement ?" he asked, with a
bitter ring in his voice.
"Oh, no, no ! l am so unhappy. But
| what can l do ? We are very poor-al-
most on the verge of want-and l can
not disappolnt my father.
"Do you love any INT else ?" Conrad
asked, eagerly watching her face.
For reply she leaned her pretty head
upon his shoulder, and the young SOL
der knew the truth.
The next day Lieutenant Won Rosen-
ham took his departure. Hts heart was
heavy at the thought that he would per-
haps never see Daphne again but the
memory that she loved HIM awakened
a 0 of triumph within hun, 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 heuten-
| ant Won Rosenhaln and a few other Of
icers and men gathered round a mea-
| gre campfire to try to snatch a few
hours sleep.
cit Is a pity we can have no better
fire on this bitter cold night 4; go to the
| house yonder, Wilhelm, and see if you
can find any fuel" said one of the Of
ficers.
The man took a lantern and went to-
| wards the deserted-looking building
| standing in its W grounds, the aban-
| dOned home of some rich family. He
| returned with his arms full of books.
THE place has been p%lundered, sir,
of everything but these +; but they will
| make a fine fire."
As no one objected, the soldier flung
the armful of books upon the dying
flames.
Bring more-the idea IS not bad !"
| and soon the campfire burned merrily,
fed by cores of priceless old volumes.
"a pity-a great pity but Ii men
| cannot freeze" said a man, lying wrap
ped in his cloak, near Won Rosenhain-
He had curiously piercing dark eyes,
and a mustaehe nearly white; but his
figure was 1.-THE and active as any
| youths.
Won Rosenhain watched him narrow
ly, and wondered that he had not seen
him before.
Presently Conrad leaned forward and
with his sabre Idly rakeda little vellum-
bound book towards him out of the