St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-11-04
IN HONOR BOUND.

The library of FriedhOlf Castle was
one morning the stage of a dramatic
tableau. The counts heir and son, Nor
den, had, few hours before. married
the little peasant girl, BrOmhilda Lau-
REM, and had now come to ask his faith
er's forgiveness. The count had long
cherished more ambitious schemes
for his son in marriage, and his
rage was furious when his daugh-
ter, Irmengarde, 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-confidence 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: -e
Forgive you! Never! You can go
and take your-your wife with you
90! DO you hear?"
"Oh, father" said Irmengarde, plead
ingly, "look at her. She has the face of
an angel. No wonder NOrtlen loves
her."
mo. will not look at her-the low
born, the preSuming." %
But Irmengarde desisted not in her
endeavOr to make peace.
"Think of your 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 NOrden. said
slowly and sternly:
GOO DO not LEFT me ace yOur face
again."
Norden grew pale to the lips. He
had, indeed, offended beyond forgive
ness. He had his arm about Hilda.
Come" he said; 1--WE are not the
first who have periled all for love and
have lost. Remember, though" turn
ing again to his father, 1.-The fault Is
wholly mine, not hers. / was deceived
myself, and so have misled her. felt
so sure of your love and forgiveness for
any act short of dishonOrable one"
''If your idea of honor is to mingle
base blood in pure, unSullied stream,
it does not accord with mine, SIR" And
the counts lip curled in unmitigated
scorn. II advise you to make new ae-
Quaintances with the CODE"
II will, sir" answered NOrden.
proudly, stung by fathers contempt.
dHu yOu SudIl uOb NC btOuOiCO Will a
sight of my face again until l have
proved my right to claim the knowl-
edge"
He kept his word. Before another
month he had taken passage for himself
and Hilda in a sailing vessel-the Odin
bound for America.
The news came that she had gone
down with all on bard. Alas for pride
and angeri when the death angel lays
his cold hand upon the heart of one we
have loved, even though eStranged. TO
all appearance, 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 heavy hand, moaning:
"My son! My sonl oh, cruel father,
to Stay his own flesh and blood!'
Irmengarde ministered to him ten
derby in this hour of anguish. and
when, after weary. lingering illness
he once more rose from his bed, he was
a changed man. Months dragged on,
ing alike to the mourning father and
sister. Then came morning when the
cloud was lifted in a burst of gladneSs.
A cable telegram in the morning papers
announced that few survivors of the
Odin had reached America-picked up
by passing vessel-and that Norden
and BrOmhilda FriedhOlt 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 for
givenesS: but in the near presence of
death Norden's boyish, impulsive ma
ture had undergone a change. and he
realized that he had failed in his duty to
his father, and that he must make
PREPARATION by doing something to atone
to him for the sorrow and anxiety he,
in his thoughtful willfulness, had
caused him to suffer. So he wrote
home an earnest, manly letter,
expressing his deep Happiness
and gratitude to his father for the low
ing recall. but saying that he must full
fill his resolve to win a reputation
which should add new luster to his
time-honored name; then he would re-
turn and lay his laurels at his feet, thus
earning his forgiveness. II
Ten years later. -
At the exhibition of machinery in the
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