The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1889-01-09

showy white felt hat-the officer Of
Lutzower street, the same before whom
my little friend had taken flight; fol
although had no foundation for the
the idea, since we had met many other
men ON that street could not heir
thinking of the large; snowy, hand
some, but utterly blase and insoleni
! looking lieutenant of infantry IN CON
nection with her.
WHO is that pale officer1n asked ]
| of my friend Erich.
'sWhere9n
I indicated the direction to him.
The one with the black beard, nexi
to the little blonde lady
why, he is the lately betrothed, the
surely must know him.
No, no; but what is the story about
him2n ] inquired.
well, nothing more than that yon-
der blonde has-with much trouble, il
must be admitted captured him for
life, after he has caused nearly ninety
nine others 10. dream of the same
happy fate. For myself, Il never
could have attained such an eleginc
calm, after breaking off love affair.
But he has been unfortunate. Young
ladies with and without pedigree,
with and without money bags, bow
down to him, after he has devoted
himself to them for half an hour, en-
tirely conquered by his irresistible
destinations. And it is just the same
with the old ones. Many, to be sure,
allege, indeed; that behind that titanic
brow there is nothing but tornfield,
and that q thrashed out onei"
n i L 4 :
eyes had wandered away from Paum-
wolf. His pale face, framed in by
curling black beard and hair, remind
To me it was in the highest degree re-
pugnant.
Enough tears have recently been
flowing from beautiful eyes. since his
betrothal with Fraulein Josepha Maier
''MAier9' involuntarily asked
Yes, yes" laughed Erich; simply
Maier with an al, but passably pretty
and immensely rich, of course. And
since Fraulcin Josephn docs not look
Jewish, Psumwolf can endure that his
fathcr-in-law in spe should have
formerly been cloth merchant in
Frankfort Min"
The conversation having once turned
on tho handsome Paumwolf, it did not
soon leave the subject On the other
side of our table the people were whis-
pering about him, and one said:
1T is quito ncomprehensible to me
that he did not rather take little Ger1s-
hof, whom he SO recently courted.
The girl is of altogether different stock
from the Maicrs, and she seems to be
head over heels in love with him"
Yes, but the money-the money!"
cried another.
"Well, at all events, this one is q
blonde, too, and very rude one, +" re-
marked a third. An idea suddenly
seized me.
Whore does Fraulein Gerdshof
liver" asked of Erich.
BE looked at me moment without
speaking, and then laughed aloud.
tnls WS Y3n eertainlg F5r are ner6p amqfiegg Hag
tions. Besides being called Won Gerds-
hof, of old Margravite nobility, her
father is q pcnsioned general, but
where she lives do not know: Do
you wish to console her for the loss of
Peumwolf, old boy2"
threw him glance full of rage.
a young assessor who sat at our table
and seemed to have heard our dia-
logue called out to me: II can give
you the address, Baron - Kur-
prinzen street, No. 35.
Ahi that was the very dwelling of
my Unknown. / felt all tho blood
rush to my heart; then thanking him
for the information, took my hat and
stick, and without turning to reply to
the testing remarks of those remain
ing at the table, left the place to sataaf.
ter, without aim or object, through
the moonlit streets.
How, after long wandering hither
and thither, finally found myself
before the much thought of house in
Knrprinzen street. 1 surely eannot
tell went on the opposite side of
tho street and looked at the house
standing before me in the clear moon
light. In the midst of blooming gar
antique, vine covered and many col
umned gallery IN front, like the en-
chanted castles in story books. And
the little fay who wandered about
therein2 Was she still awake, shell
tered behind the one single RiI3dow of
the gablc end, which was still lighted;
grieving, perhaps, about the unfaith-
ful Paumwolf2 With pity, scor1i and
yes, Will confess it-bdrnjng ieaIi
ousy III my heart, I at length turned
my steps homeward to my quiet lodg-
ing.
After rather sleepless and restless
night, and several anxious morning
hours, I made my way, at the proper
time for visiting, to Kurprinzen street.
Now was on the steps. Oh the beat
ing of my heart, the almost painful
oppression that came over mel My
pulses had not throbbed SO wildly
since long years ago, whom the first
volley of 1nusl1etry whistled round
my ears. In the lonely old family
estate of Barwalde in the Mark, the
last few years had passed away so
quietly and rnonotonously; grave
studies and practical application of
Knowledge gained in early and dis
tant travels had occupied me so ex-
c1usively that the etiquette of the
great world had become strange and
unknown to me. And yet it was not
timidity alone that caused the blood
to fly like lightning through my veins,
which made me remark with almost
tender interest the elegant brass plate
with the name engraved: ''Von Gerds-
hof." Nowl Couragel The bell is
pulledI Il am in for I'll
An old servant dressed in livery an
swered my ringg and on nay asking if
the master was at home, took my card
and left me with the conventional 81
will inquire" but soon: returned and
opened for me the lofty folCliar door