The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1893-03-18

yUuI IIfOnu Cari.
How know you that
Il nave the power to read mems
thoughts and see the workings of a wom-
ans heart"
"You? Who are you them
The Cave King Of the Lake of Kirk
nitz."
What would you with me?' asked
the youth TREMENDOUSLY.
Il come to serve you. A vain, ambi-
tiousg girl will await one whom she hopes
to meet on the bank of the lake. but who
cares not for her.
What pity for such as shell She seeks
her doom. Steal from the castle when
the bell booms forth the midnight hour
and meet her on the spot where today
your friend treated her with such con
tempt"
But of what avail would be that?'
Assume the form of your friend and
win the love she is SO anxious to bestow
on n so far above her.
How can | do that"
by my aid"
And what do you ask in returnY'
Simply that, having impressed the
girl with the belief that you are him she
30 madly loves. you will embark with
her on the lake on IA boat You will find
moored to the shore"
1T is but a simple request. | admit"
"Then take the form of your friend.
which ! have the power to bestow upon
YOU"
The Cave King touched the shoulder of
the young man, and in IN instant he was
changed not only in features, but in
dress as well.
DE gazed at himself in wonder and
then looked up as if about to speak to
the strange visitor.
But the latter was gone, and Herbert
stood alone upon the ramparts.
Am | dreaming" he asked himself.
A retainer approached and said re-
spectfully:
my lord. u messenger has Just ar
rived at the castle gate. and he babe me
give this mssive into your hands unseen
by any one.'
The young man opened the letter and
by the light OF the moon read:
my LoRD-l know that ! aspire far
beyond my station in presunnlg to love
II so high and noble rs yourself. but |
feel that cannot live without you. You
can a v me from ending my life if Won
Will meet me and speak one word of
hope and love to me on the banks of the
lake tonight at the spot where we met
this morning"
Very good" said Herbert. II will
wander forth for a short time; / can re-
enter the castle by the postern.'
The man bowed and retired.
Nov for this peasant beauty ."'mut-
tered the libertine. Pride must have
its fall, and il her fall is II deep one she
will have NJ one but herself to blame
for it,"
He left the castle by the postern and
made his way to the spot where he had
seen Hilda in the morning.
The girl stood on the edge of the lake
gazing down on the moonlitwaters when
his football struck upon her ears.
She turned and saw him as the boom
of the convent bell struck the midnight
air.
"Hilda" he cried, and went toward
her with outstretched arms.
"Carl-my Iordr' she exclaimed.
THANK heaven that you have come! II
my love for you is unnaidenly remem-
Der that the workings Of my heart are
guided by a higher power than mine.
From the first moment | gazed upon You
| felt that | could love none other and
that ! must win your love OF die"
She threw herself on the bosom of the
- - aba hnl,~,,.1 - H.. Al
enshrined his image in her heart.
"Let lis sail ont upon the lake. said
the supposed Carl. There in the moon
light, and with none to hear MS but the
waters that dance 80 merrily in the sill
yer beams we will talk of that love You
have for me and that which have so
long felt for you. hut never yet acknowl-
edged"
"You do love me then. dear Carl?"
Can you doubt it,
"a did; but with yonr arms around
me and your eyes shining into mine |
can doubt no longer.
He unmoored the boat, and seating
her in it followed and pushed ont from
the shore.
In an instant, without the aid of an
oar or sail, the boat dashed madly across
the waters, then turned around and
around with fearful rapidity.
"What is this" he gasped.
The girl turned her despairing eyes
over the lake.
"Mercy!" she cried. the waters are
sinking-the shores are rising around us
like mountains. We are in II whirlpool
We are lost--we are lOst!'
AS she spoke the boat rose on its end.
was spun around and around like Il top
for a moment. and then disappeared in
the whirlpool in which it had been
caught.
When the waters of the lake had run
out. and the peasants came to plant their
wheat upon its bed. they discovered a
boat wedged in one Of the funnellike
holes with which it is perforated. and in
it the two dead bodies. and there arose
many stories as to how they came there.
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