Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1885-06-06
ADELAIDE

Il was lovely evening in early summer
about the close Of the last century. Snowy
mountain peaks glistened in splendor, as
the broad rays of the western sun bathed
them IN dazzling luster.
Not a cloud nor q vapor tioated near the
radiant SUBMITS 10 mar their wondrous
outlines, clearly defined against sky OF
purest azure There in stiffness and males
ty rose lordly cone, rugged shaft and grace
full pinnacle, upstretching into a.world of
golden light far above the veil of thin pur-
pie haze beginning TO settle upon the fertile
valleys Through a break was described
the calm blue surface OF lake bearing
skiffs and other craft, With white sails like
the wings of swans somber pine woods.
interspersed in lovely contrast with sloping
meadows clothed the side of the valleys,
while chalets and humble dwellings added
70 The grandeur of the landscape the charm
OF human ASSOCIATIONS.
Signs of unusual activity we've observable
in the vicinity of one Of the largest of the
pine-built mansions; peasants bearing
baskets went and came, and not seldom
gold-laced liveries, specimens Of human
nlagnifcence but rarely TO be seen III re-
mote Swiss village.
These gorgeous meninls belonged to the
small retinue of lady who was making a
tour through north Switzerland, in search
of health One of the most illustrious Of
Germany's princely houses claimed her as
daughter, she being the Princess Louise
of Dessau, a direct descendant of the brave
Il
adorned many page Of both history and
romance.
Under veranda wreathed with luxuri-
ant climbing plants, the Princess sat watch
ing the day depart. Near her stood q
maiden of nineteen summers, graceful, fair
and slender, and dignitied in her bearing as
the noble lady she served. Intelligence and
refinement shown in every lineament of her
face, which was surprisingly lovely, while
her dark gray eyes betOken rare beauty Of
the soul.
The Princess, as if awaking from reve-
RE, turned toward her young companion,
and, touching her caressingly upon the
shoulder, said, musingly:
Annette, does it not seem strange that
so fair world should be the abode of so
much sorrow and suffering? IS it not a
moCkery for one heart-sick to be sur
rounded by joyous nature, whose very
beauty IS unsympathiZinG?
And yet, madame, answered the girl
with ditlidence, poets love to dwell upon
her gentle influence
1T IS a mistake, child.' interrupted
Louise, poets are wrong They luXuriate
in imaginary grief and when most free
from sorrow, they indite most lugubIious
elegies; they speak of what they know
nothing of, out of an unreal world existing
only in their fancy
Annette stood pensiyc and sorrowful, and
did not reply Presently the Princess con-
tinued: Annette heed not the jargon of
poets: be not dazzled by the glamour they
cast over things hollow and delusive Nay
added she, altering her tone. Il did not
think 10 move thee thus, child. Why
thou silly one! thou art trembling and
blushiug, and a great terror IS striving to
escape, I spoke more 10 myself than to
thee. There, child, attend me to my room,
and then 90 and enjoy the sunset after
thine own youthful fashion
Ten minutes later Annette Won GlGfey
was seated upon bank of moss and viOletS
among Il group Of fir trees - her tavorite
resort. She drew paper from her bosom
and held it between her Clasped hands
her face was flushed, her eyes sparkled
with tears half-born, tokens Of some strange
10Y, some new and tender emotion. Her
frame shook with agitation, as if stirred
by some vision of bliss whose existence she
scarce dared to believe. She unfolded the
paper and read, and the color Of her cheeks
deepened. She was reading a love song
q song years after standing almost with
cut its peer among the most perfect works
OF the greatest poets. The words alone
would have stirred the ardent instincts OF
the girls loving nature but this was not
all the cause of her emotion. a poet had
fri OF yra-s
the song of his heart, and ii loved her
She had scarcely realized the greatness OF
Ter happiness, when q step upon the turf
close to her made her start. The poet
stood beside her.
Annette he faltered-
Annette held her face in her hands and
t1ombled violently. The young man cast
himself on the ground beside her, in agita-
ton great as her own. Adc!held, Adel-
held." she murmured, beauteOu5 idol OF
my dreams, peerless gem amid the paste
and tinsel OF u court. Oh say, say that
you love me? Whisper il low, close tony
ear, lest envious winds should bear the
heavenly words away. Speak, love, thou
noble by birth as well as nature, speak the
words that my soul hungers for, forget that
am obscure; Annette. tell me that you
love me, or give me that little hand IN
token that my prayer il heard
Slowly, timidly, the hand was put forth
and Annette Won Glafey Herewith bestowed
upon the poet her whole heart in all its
dignity, Eaithfulness and strength, once and
forever.
Late that night, when the stars shone
Annette fingered at her easement her lips
yuurmuring the words of her lover poem
Einst q. wunder crbluht auf Ineinem Grade
zine Rlulne der AesChe meincS HerZenS;
Deutlieh schimmcrt auf jedem PuTpuTblattchen
adelaide -
Summer had passed away Cold wind:
swept through the mountain passes
whistijnc rudcly among the pine woods
and rutIlin- the surface of the lake. The
CHALET recently tcnantcd by the Princess
Louise Won Dessau was deserted.
Miles away, in a German castle, Annette
Won Glafey was looking upon the changing
lights and shadows of a breezy November
morning. She stood there in all the grace
of early womauhood, gazing from hel
muiHoned window; but though her tall
slender figure was faultessly erect, her eyes
were full Of wistful sadness, and the war
hue of her once blooming check spoke Of
weeping and nights OF slecpess vigil;
Then, o marvel, shall bloom from out my
grave,
a aowcret springing from the ashes of m.
heart,
Shimmers clear on ev'ry blood rcd petal.
AdelaIde'
The entrance of q groom OF The chamber.
caused the maid Of honor to turn. H,
came to summon her TO the presence o
the illustrious chatelainc
" Annette, my child was the greeting
of the Princess rs Fraulein Won GIalev en-
tered, " I see by thy pale cheeks and woe
worn eyes that no change has taken plac,
in thy fathers resolve
None, Madam, was the response.
" Poor child - said the princess pity
ingly. l spoke to him At some lengil
last night but he remained firm. Tn
pride of blood is strong. He is indiguan
that the son of simple parents Shout,
have dared to lift his eyes to a maiden @
noble birth. Annette, thou art youn
now, and poetry and romance have
wondrous charm for the springtide OF life
but say, my child wilt thou for on
Youthful dream relinquish the solid hap
eThe name under which Matthison sang Of HI