Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1886-08-30

anybody knew her. At once came
the reply: "Of course that was our
lovely Gudrun; everybody on the
island knows her. A girl-but
klarsynet (clairvoyante,) which, how
ever, is not unusual among our wo-
men,
"Ah p thought I-ssa clairvoy-
ante! That accounts for the dreamy
look in her eyes, And the weather
beaten sailor added:
"She has occasioned her father,
old Captain Tortensen, much grief
already from this cause. She wan
ders at night to the ruins of Hammer
shuns and talks with the spirits
there. But she will be married soon.
She is engaged to Gunnar, the pilot,
who is due home shortly in the Rus
sian East Indiaman, the Nautilus
On my departure the old man re-
fused my proffer of remuneration,
convincing proof of the hospitality
of the islanders. He accepted, how
ever, a few cigars, thanking me
heartily with a grip of the hand
which felt for some days after.
My interest in the girl increased.
Did she really then possess the gift
of second sight? And how did it find
vent? Musing over this set out on
my return.
Thinking to shorten my journey 1
took a by-path. When I reached
the old castle night had already fall
len. found that had lost my way
and was soon utterly at fault. /
wandered about among the rocks for
a good hour, and at last in the dis
tance deserted light which 1 made
my beacon. 1t led me to an isolated
house. I knocked with the intention
of asking the way. The door was
opened, and before me stood-my
beautiful acquaintance of the after
noon.
This second meeting so surprised
me that was at first unable to utter
a word. At last explained my di-
lemma to Gudrun. who kindly in
vited me to enter. 1t was her fathers
house. The latter, tall man of
fifty, easily recognizable as sailor
who had seen much of the world.
gave me friendly reception, set
some refreshments before me, and
proposed to accompany me until /
should regain my road. Thus, for
the second time, had asked the way
of Gudrun. She referred to this
herself with some graceful jest, which
lent fresh charm TO her naturally
thoughtful countenance.
After this our meetings were more
frequent; sometimes at the house of
her father, who at times accompanied
me in my rambles, sometimes walk
ing near the ruins in company. We
clambered about over the ancient
walls, Gudrun proving herself an
entertaining guide. She was well
acquainted with the history of the
castle, which had been the ancient
stronghold of Bornholm.
1t was another lovely afternoon.
Long films of gossamer foated in the
air; the sea rose and fell with mo-
ton. We stood upon a crumbled
wall of the castle absorbed in contem-
plation of the indescribable beauties of
the scenes, around us fragrant roses
entwIned with ivy.
Suddenly Gudrun turned to me
and asked:
"Do you believe in presentiments
and in revelations of the future?'
She uttered the words hurriedly,
and apparently after an internal
struggle.
II might almost do so," answer
ed "for have known men who pos
sessed the unhappy gift of forseeing
their destiny, and this was always of
a mournful kind"
had never made any mention to
Gudrun of the information which had
been impaired to me at Wang with
reference to her popularity.
''Truly an unhappy gift" she re-
peated. 81 also possess it, and when
the spirit of provision overcomes me a
vel seems to be torn from my eyes,
and in the boundless future see moth
ing but misfortune"
knew not what to reply.
"Look yonder y she cried sudden
ly in sharp, strange voice, pointing
in the direction of Allinge, whilst her
vision seemed strained upon some
far-off point; stranded ship in
foamlng waves. He is calling-he
is calling Yes, Gunnar, l come, l
come -
And she made movement as
though she would hurry away from
the spot. l held her firmly by the
arm, and turning my eyes in the di-
rection indicated saw nothing but the
azure sky and the placid surface of
the sea.
"Ah it was vision," sobbed the
girl. 81 am so unhappy! Oh, /
know l shall die soon. This is the
third time that have seen it. They
are calling me; the spirits of the
deep. But come; evening is closing
in and you must not lose your way
again"
accompanied her to the house,
striving to dispel her dismal forebod-
ings. But she only shook her head