The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-07-17

test, and in vain You have throughout
been dcceiving me! 1 shall go mad! shall
go madr'
He seized the old Hermit and pushed
him so rudsly away that ne staggered end
fell, knocking his head on sharp corner
of the wall.
The hood gushed forth abundantly. and
Manoh, terrified by the rash act. threw
himself on his knees before the sage, and
used all the means in his power 10 endeav-
or 10 recall him to life. Slowly he opened
his eyes and muTmured, "Ungrateful
child, and closed them again forever.
Manoli was in the greatest distress, and
endeavored to recall the old mans con-
sciOusness; but all in vain, and he had
now lost all-father, mother, bride, and
faithful friend His youthful heart seem
ed turned TO stone, and ne fed the country
and hid himself in the solitude Of the
great BucegI mountain. But even in these
wilds his skill had been heard Of, and
people hocked to him from distant ham,
let's for his advice. They looked upon him
as a prophet and a sage, and surnamed
him "Omul' CThe Nam.
ManoH seemed 70 have forgotten that he
was stlll young He was as grave as if
he had been fourscore and ten years of
age, so great was his remorse for the ir-
reparable wrong which he had committed.
He lived alone with his terrible grief,
the only consolation being the good he was
able TO do to those around him. The last
words Of the dying hermit, "Ungrateful
child" were always ringing in his ears.
About this time the little Prince TRAN
diful again fell i'll, and search was made
for his former doctor, but all in vain. The
little boy called necessarily, ''Manoli, Ma
noir' Those around him said t was
bad sign that he called for his dead broth
er, whom he had never even seen. In a
few days the little Prince died, and both
h. IA ~.
their grief in being left without either
child or heir.
Then wonderful news was spread about.
"Manoli is living" Our Prince is in the
mountains" went abroad like. wild fire
from hamlet to hamlet and from peasant
to peasant
ManoH heard all this talk but it affected
him not, until one fair morning, shortly
after sunrise, he saw an aged peasant
guiding a young maiden up the steep path
of the Bucegi to the hut of Onul (The
Nam. On their approaching nearer to
him, he started and exclaimed
"Iariora! Ihal What do you want of
me?"
"Our Emperor Our Emperor cried
out lila casting himself on his face be
fore him. 'Ah, sire: will you forget and
forgive my ingratitude, my wicked con-
duct towards you?'
Manoli trembled as he said. Forgive? I.
forgive? God be thanked, that 1 can do;''
then, turning to Mariora, a sharp line of
pain contracting his features, said:
'Why are you without your husband,
Marlora?"
Without my husband I have no hus
band. 1 have always kept myself for you;
l have sought you everywhere, for your
father and your brother are both dead and
there is no one OF the kingdom but you"
Manoil leant against rock, his chest
heaving with emotion. "Mariora l am not
worthy of this, or of thee. 1 killed our good
Hermit"
Chat I know" said she; "he revealed
it to me in a dream, and bade me seek thee
and come to thee"
Manoli hid his face in his hands. but
Mariora drew them away and flung herself
into his arms Then frorA all sides suddenly
rose shouts of Long live our Emperor!
Long live the Father of the Poor! Long
live the Protector of the Weak Long live
Omull"
And quickly he was surrounded by all
those to whom he had given health and
new life, comfort and contentment
Then Mariora also did him homage
knelt kissed his hand, and called him
Emperor
Raising her and leading her before the
assembled people, he said, Behold your
Empress! the most faithful of maidens! !
But for her you would never have found
your Emperor"
And So amid the enthusiasm of their
people, they were conducted to the gate of
their palace. Manol reigned well ana wise
ly, while MariOra assisted him IN all good
works, and made him the father of many
children These have long since passed
away-their Children's children also; but
one of the Carpathian mountains still re
talnS the name of Omul-Ihe Man.