St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-11-17
FOR LOVES SAKE;
Or. In Honor Bound.


The library of Friedholf Castle was
one morning the stage of dramatic
tableau. The counts heir and son,
Norden, had few hours before married
the little peasant girl, Bromhilda Lau-
REM, and had now come to ask his
; fathers forgiveness. The count had
long cherished more ambitious schemes
for his son in marriage and his rage was
! furious when his daughter. Irmengrade,
led her brother and his young wife into
the library.
Norden's eyes quailed before the stern
look in his fathers eyes. For once his
gay self-confdence deserted him as he
! sank on his knees at his fathers feet
and craved forgiveness.
The sight of this gentle young couple
only added to the counts anger, as he
cried:
"Forgive you'll Neverl You can go,
and take your-your wife with you.
Go! Do you hear?"
''Oh, father" said Irmengarde, plead
| ingly, '.look at her. She has the face of
an angel. wonder Norden loves her,"
mo, | will not look at her-the low
born. the presuming."
But lrmengarde deSiSted not in her
endeavor to make peace.
Think of our mother" still cOntin-
ued the soft voice. "Even as you loved
her, my brOther"-
Mention not your sainted mother in
such connection"
And, as he spoke, the count pointed
to the door, and, turning to Norden,
said slowly and sternly:
''Ge. DO not let me see your face
again."
Nolden grew pale to the lips. He
had, indeed, offended beyond forgive
ness. He had his arm about Hilda.
Come" he said; "we are not the first
who have periled all for love and have
lost. Remember, though" turning
again to his father, "the fanlt is wholly
mine, not hers. l was deceived myself.
and so have misled her. felt so sure
of your love and forgiveness for any act
short of a dishOnorable one"
IF your idea of honor is to mingle
base blood in pure, unSuliied stream
it does not accord with mine, sir" and
the counts lip curled in unmiLigated
seorn. ~ advise you to make new
acquaintance with the code"
II will, sir" answered Norden,
proudly, stung by his fathers con-
tempt. land you shall not be troubled
with sight of my face again until /
have proved my right to claim the
| knowledge"
He kept his word. Before another
month he had taken passage for him.
self and Hiida in a sailing veSSel-the
Odin-bOund for America.
Then news came that she had gone
down with all on board. Alas foy pride
md rha dnlfh on1nI fnvo
his cold hand upon the one we have
loved. even though eStranged to all ap-
pearanceS forever! When the count
heard of his sons death, it seemed to
smite blow at the springs of his own
life. He fell as though stricken by a
heavy hand. moaning:
My sonI My son! Oh, cruel father.
to STAY his own flesh and blOodt"
Irnlengarde ministered to him tender
ly i'll this hour of anguish and when,
after a weary. lingering illness he once
more rose from his bed, be was changed
man. Months dragged OH, sad and inter-
minable, all seasons seeming alike to
the mourning father and sister. Then
came a morning when the cloud was
lifted in burst of gladnesS. a cable
Telegram in the morning papers an
nOunced that a few survivors of the
ONlil ildu lCdCllCd CiiCtl-PlChCu up
by passing veSsel-and that Norden
and Bromhilda Friedholf were among
the names of the saved.
The next mail carried letters to the
young emigrants asking them to return,
and conveying messages of love and
forgiveness; but in the near presence
of death, NOrden's boyish, impulsive
nature had undergone change, and he
realized that he had failed in duty to