The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1885-08-13

| Come with mo into the restaurant.
We will take u glass of wine together"
Lindemann shook his head, as if the
conduct of his friend was wholly in
comprehensive.
81 am in q good humor to-day; in
vite you to breakfast" continued Lieut..
Rosenberg. Come" and he turned
to take his arm.
But Lindemann drew back. You
have consolcd yourself very quickly"
he said bitterly.
"Consoled What havo to console
myself for?"
Rosenberg, L do not understand
you. would not have expected such
lack of feeling from YOU"
Lack of feeling! What do you
meanP"
"Wcll, l should not have thought
when ones father was dead--"
Roscnbcrg's face grow serious at
once, and he graspod Lindcmann's S
hand. "Oh! forgive me-" he said
with tender sympathy in his voice. II
did not know that-though might
have surmiscd something from your
sad face My poor friend! forgive me,
and permit mo to offer my sincere SYM
pathy."
This was too much for Lieut.. Linde-
mann. "know whatP Now, have
DONE" he said, rcd with anger. THAT
is cnough--my very soul rises up
against such tlippancv. Your father
is not yet under tho ground, and you
begin to bc merry!'
Your grief has bewildcred you,
Lindemann, replied Rosenberg ear
ncstly. You arc confusing me with
yourself"
"1ow SOP do not see it."
Cor your father with mine. But.
my friend, your father is dead, not
mine"
MY patience is exhausted" said
Lindemann. ut is not enough that
you hold your own father in such little
honor. My father, thank God, is we'll.
| had II letter from him yesterday. II
he were dead, my sister would certain
ly have teicgrapncd to me-"
"Wcll. that is good. Why do you
mourn, lhcn?"
For your father, unhappy, frivol-
Gus, incomprchensiblc man!'
''My fathcr!' said Lieut.. Roscnbcro.
aStunndcd.
"Certain.y. For whom else? lie
fell from his horse and broke his neck"
Rosenberg the second turned death
ly pale. II did l4ot know Il word of
it" he Stammered. "Who told vou?n
"Who told me? Why, you. your
self"
"How, IP That is impossible. 1
have not seen you to-day"
"Havc not seen me? You called mo
half hour ago. on the Market square,
to tell me the dreadful nuws"
Rosenberg the second looked anx-
said he, 81 believe there is something
wrong with YOU"
"Quite the contrary. II seems to
me there Is something wrong with
you. You told this same thing to
Capt. Klohn!n
Capt, Klohn! l have not seon him
to-day"
"But l have. met him as he came
from the markct-placc. and his face
was full of tears. lie said you staid
with the recruits that you had under
taken 10 drill for your father"
Now Rosenberg the second became
angry too. Ibid Capt. Klohn tell You
that, he asked. ''with his own mouth?
Then l will go 10 the capluin ut once.
If told him that my father WAS uraL
he certainly is not. and SO it must DC
that your father is dead. Some father
must be. for such story newer came
from nothing" With that he took his
sabcr under his arm and stalkod of,
in very agitated frame Of mind, to
the captains house.
The captain was sitting in his room,
unable to control himself, when his
servant entered and announced that
Lieut.. Rosenberg was at the door and
wished to know if no could speak to
him. "Certainly. certainly" ho said;
"show him in"
The next moment Lieut.. Rosenberg
the second appeared. "My poor young
friend!" said the captain, "it was very
hard on you, under such sorrowful cir
cumstanccs, to stay by those recruits
so long. l mot Lieut. Lindemann and
intended to ask him to relieve you. bu.
when told him tho sad news / forgot
it. DO not be angry, my young friond.
The sudden blow has completely upset
me"
Lieut.. Rosenberg the second was
equally upset. Before he could speak,
tho captains short speech confirmed
"hhb l<ioup. uhu bOlu ulIl.
But he had not been near the recruits,
and had not spoken either to tho cap
tain or Lindemann. 1t was story lit
for lunatics.
The captain was about to insist upon
the young officer being seated, when
his thick-headed, red-hoaded attendant
entered the door again. "Captain-at
the door is" he began, and then
glanced at the young officer, and his
head became thicker and rcddcr than
ever.
"Woll, what is itP" urged the old
captain.
"At the door is---is-"
"Wcll, will you lot it outp Who is
ut the door?"
"Lieut. Rosenberg" he answered
with trembling. "He wished me to
ask if he could speak with you mo-
ment."
The captain and the young lieuten-
ant looked at each other. Lieut.. Ros-
cnburgl If he was at tho door he could
not be dead, too. A CLEAN of light
camo to both.
Lieut. Rosenberg the firstP" asked
Capt. Xlohn of his servant, who stared
again at the officer as if a spirit stood
before him