The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-02-15
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having attracted me, involuntarily
looked around for my Unknown, but
there-yes, certainly, there he was
next to the littlo blonde coquette, with
the seductive little snub nose, and the
snowy white felt hat-tho officer OF
LutzOwcr street, the samo 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 hclI
thinking Of the large, snowy, hand
some, but utterly blase and insolent
looking lieutenant Of infantry in con
nection with her.
"Who is that pale oficer2" asked
Of my friend Erich.
"Where2"
I indicated tho direction to him.
1.-THE one with the black beard, next
to tho little blonde lady"
'He2" said Erich, and laughed.
"Why, he is the lately betrothed, the
handsome Paumwolf. thought you
surely must know him"
mo, no; but what is the story about
himW l inquired.
well, nothing moro than that yon-
der blonde has-with much trouble, it
must be admitted-captured him for
life, after he has caused nearly ninety
nino others to dream of tho same
happy fate. For myself, 1 never
could have attained such an elcgiac
calm, after breaking off love affair.
But ho 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-
tircly conquered by his irresistible
fascinations. And it is just tho same
with the old ones. Many, TO be sure,
allegc, indeed, that behind that titanic
brow there is nothing but cornfeld,
and that n thrashcd out onel"
While Erich had been speaking my
eyes had wandered away from Paum-
wolf. His palo face, framed in by
curling black beard and hair, remind
ed me, in fact, of the Zeus of Otricoli.
To mo it was in the highest degree re-
pugnant.
Enough tears havc recently been
flowing from beautiful eyes, since his
betrothal with Fraulcin Joscpha Maier
has appeared in The Gazette"
''Maicr2" involuntarily asked.
"Ycs, yes" laughed Erich; simply
Maicr with an al, but passably pretty
and immensely rich, of course. And
since Fraulein Josepha does not look
Jewish, Paumwolf can endure that his
father-in-law in spo should have
formerly been n cloth |. ,rchant in
Franldort-on-the-Main."
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-
o1D,,f h,,,> Il
1T is quite incomprehensible to me
that he did not rather take little Gerds-
hof, whom ho SO recently courtcd.
The girl is of altogether different stock
from tho Maicrs, and she seems to bo
head over heels in love with him."
Yes, but the money-thc money!"
cried another.
"Wcll, at all events, this one is q
blonde, too, and very rude one" re-
marked third. An idea suddenly
seized me.
''Whcrc does Fraulcin Gerdshof
live?' asked of Erich.
He looked at mo a moment without
speaking, and then laughed aloud.
:, 'Wcll, you certainly arc amusing
tons. Besides being called Won Gerds-
,hof, of old Margravito nobility, her
father is q pcnsioned general, but
where she lives l do not know. Do
you wish to console her for the loss Of
Paumwolf, old boy2"
threw him u glance full of rage.
and seemed to have heard our dia-
loguc called out to me: II can give
you tho address, Baron - Kur-
Strnnf NJ, OK -
All! that was the very dwelling of
my Unknown. 1 felt all the blood
rush TO my heart; then thanking him
for tho information, took my hat and
stick, and without turning to reply to
the jcsting remarks of those remain
ing at the table, left tho place to saun-
ter, without aim or object, through
the moonlit streets.
How, after long wandering hither
and thithcr, l finally found myself
before the much thought of house in
Kurprinzen street, I surely cannot
tell. went on the opposite side Of
tho street and looked at the house
standing before me in the clear moon
light. In tho midst of blooming gar
dcns tho dainty villa rose, with its
antique, vino covered and many col
umncd gallery in front, like the en-
chantcd castles in story books. And
the littlo fay who wandered about
therein? Was shc still awake, shell
tered behind the one single window of
the gable end, which was still lighted;
growing, perhaps, about the unfaith-
ful Paumwolf1 With pity, scorn and
yes, | will confess it-burning ieal-
ousy i'll my heart, l at length turned
my steps homeward to my quiet lodg-
ing.
After rather slecpless and restless
night, and several anxious morning
hours, made my way, at tho proper
time for visiting, to Kurprinzen street.
Now l was on tho steps. Oh the beat
ing of my heart, tho almost painful
oppression that came over me! MY
pulses had not throbbed SO wildly
since long years ago, when the first
volley of muslletry whistled round
my cars. In the lonely old family
estate of Barwalde in tho Mark, the
last few years had passed away so
quietly and monotonously; grave
studies and a practical application Of
knowledge gained in early and dis