The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1891-01-24

lining with eager curiosity these mementos
of the past. restoring them IN bis fancy "
their original state and popping them WIN
the forms of legend and story. ,,,,, ~
BIT now the declining sun warned mn ~
shorten his stay, and with reluctaht Sto tont
started to return. He had pToceeoS Gu, aoT
half way down when d Oiiiii"N'
a'. ..sh must capture that fine fellow r.
.houriit he. and leaving the road he plunged
INTO the green depths of the forest In pur-
suit of the gorgeous creature.
But the hayward insect fitted from shrub
to flower, and finally eluded him after a
long chase. He now sought to regain the
road, but after trudging about long time
he failed TO find it. He tried several dlrecI
tiOns without success. and then the dre1io ott
certainty flashed upon him that ne was US ~ =
Lost among these SOmber "oous III WY
dark mountains far fI0m the haDltaIions oi
men! The shades OF night were tasI ap,
preaching: the sun seemed put her9 ieu
streol. on +he horizon, and ghoSt-llke mlsts
wera Gathering in the valley. A chilling
terror seized the boy.
Night had now settled upon the mountains.
| G0ttIieb wandered about Tor several long
hours in an aimlesS, frenZied way, scratching
his hands on the briars and brulsing his
limbs against rocks and trees, till finally he
sank at the foot OF tall pine, overwhelmed
by grief, remorSe and fatigue.
He could hear the evening bells IN lh5
village below striking veSperS; ne llhaSliItu
| his parents and sisters missing MN at-tIie
evening meal, prey to horrible apA i,tc y
| despair seized upon him ana ne len iu'O -
troubled sleep from sheer exhaustion
Down in the village the Kerner Iam hnS
were sitting at the supper tapIe. nntafnes
| just set down the Sttanilhg d iiian nat of put
| the black bread ana tht soiU0
| ter, when Gottlieb asked w so, Tonight?
| s;Cratrben where IS our son Io-"te
| He is usually quite plnceI',ii nIaving with
ID -
,.t ann aniOns and has not noticed the
'it The meal was flashed and still no Gott-
lieb. \ vague uneaSlneSS began 10 trouoIe
the good people, and they went about the
village searching his favoute haunts, out
in vain. No one remembered having seen
MIN except the peasant who let hlm ride on
the load OF hay. Then Gretchen cried,
"Op, the unhappy boy; he has wandered
into the mountains to see the castle and
perhaps is lost and despairing in the dark
woods. Oh, my child! my child. wept
the mother, and Annals anxious tears also
! fell thick and fast
| The father comforted them as best. he
| could, called together several truStY neigh
bors and with blazing torches aud the
faithful dog Bruno on the scout, they set
forth toward the mountain to hnd the poy'
As GottIieb slept under the tree he
| dreamed that he stood in the courtyard Oh
Castle W ludeck, as IL appeaISu III t4Ie oIuo .
| time. amid q brilliant cOncOurSe OF knights
and ladies. Above them all lowered the
gigantic form OF Count Otto, the cruel, with
grizzly beard and savage eyes. Gottlieb
Thought that the furious glance rested upon
himself, while Otto Numbered forth:
What! dare you, puny mannikin, in
trude upon our domains? 10, varlets-
| throw him in the deepest dungeOn'-and
| laid his hand upon the boys shoulder.
With a shrek OF terror Gottlieb awoke-
| to find himself in his fathers arms, while
the glars Of the torches cast titIul lights into
the forest depths and upon the faces Of the
neighborS and the faithful dog, which eX,
pressed his satisfaction by frequent gaul-
OOlS and load Barking.
Who shall describe the JOY of the mother
the caresses of the sister and the kin,
words of the neignbors? In their deligh
at recovering th-ir BOY the parents found n,
time for reDroaches, but ever after, wher
Go,tIieb was unduly disposed to insist upoi
having things his own way, they simply
said to him. Remember Castle Windeck ?