The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-02-15
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looked around for my Unknown, but
there-yes, certainly, there he was
next to the little blonde coquette, with
the seductive little snub nose, and the
showy white felt hat-the officer of
my little friend had taken flight, for
although had no foundation for the
the idea, since we had met many other
men on that street, could not help
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 officer9" asked I
of my friend Erich.
'Where2"
indicated the direction to him.
'The one with the black beard, next
to the little blonde lady"
"He9" said Erich, and laughed.
''Why, he is the lately betrothed, the
handsome Paumwolf. I thought you
surely must know him"
mo, no; but what is the story about
him3" 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
nine others to dream of tho same
happy fate. i or myself, never
could have attained such an elegiac
calm, after breaking off a 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 a cornfield,
and that q thrashed out onel"
While Erich had been speaking my
eyes had wandered away from Paum-
wolf. His pale face, framed in by
curling black beard and hair, remind
ed me, in fact of the Zeus of Otricoi.
To mo it was in the highest degree re-
pugnant.
Enough tears have recently been
flowing from beautiful eyes, since his
betrothal with Fraulein Josepha Maier
has appeared in The Gazette"
''Maier2" I involuptarily asked.
eyes, yes" laughed Erich; "simply
Maier with an al, but passably pretty
and immensely rich, of course. And
since Fraulein Josepha does not look
Jewish, Paumwof can endure that his
father-in-law in spe should have
formerly been a cloth L srchant in
Franlfort-on-the-Main."
The conversation having once turned
on the 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:
Ic IL,
that he did not rather take little Gerds-
hof, whom he so recently courted.
The girl is of altogether different stock
from the Maiers, and she seems to be
head over heels in love with him."
Yes, but the money-the money2"
cried another.
"Well, at all events, this one is O
blonde, too, and q very rude one" re-
marked third. An idea suddenly
seized me.
"Where does Fraulein Gerdshof
ive2" asked of Erich.
He looked at me q moment without
speaking, and then laughed aloud.
"Well, you certainly arc amusing
this evening with your abrupt ques-
tions. Besides being called Won Gerds-
,hof, of old Margravito nobility, her
father is pensioned general, but
where she lives I do not know. Do
you wish to console her for the loss of
Paumwolf, old boy2"
threw him u glance full of rage.
A young assessor who sat at our table
and seemed to have heard our dia-
logue called out to me: ''I can give
you the address, Baron - Kur-
prinzen street, No. 35."
Ahl that was the very dwelling of
my Unknown. I felt all tho blood
rush 10 my heart; then thanking him
for the information, took my hat and
stick, and without turning to reply to
the jesting 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 thither, I finally found myself
before the much thought of house in
Kurprinzen street, I. surely cannot
tell. I went on the opposite side Of
the street and looked at the house
standing before me in the clear moon
light. In the midst of blooming gar
dens tho dainty villa rose, with its
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 window of
the gable end, which was still lighted;
grieving, perhaps, about the unfaith-
full Paumwolf2 With pity, scorn and
yes, will confess it-burning jeal-
ousy in my heart, at length turned
my steps homeward to my quiet lodg-
ing.
After o rather sleepless and restless
night, and several anxious morning
hours, 1 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, when the first
volley of muslsetry whistled round
my ears. In the lonely old family
estate of Barwalde in the Mark. the