The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1901-07-06

me with deep thought Of her? Oh,
my mother, do love her. love her
with the whole strength of my heart
and soul.2
"Alas, my Ruric, she will never
dare love thee"
''You know not that" the youth
quickly replied, his eyes burning
deeply and his open brow flushing.
''Did / not know she loved me be
sure ! would never have allowed my
thoughts such range. We were chill
dren together, and even then we
loved. Fate has dealt differently by
us in the years that have passed
since those childhood times, but yet
| am sure that her love for me is
not changed, save as increasing age
must change all the emotions of
our nature into deeper, stronger
lights and shades"
"But think, my boy; you mere
artisan, she the offspring Of nobility
and the ward of a duke-a stern,
cold, proud aristocrat, who looks
upon our station only as harsh mas
tiers look upon their beasts of bur
den. fear you viii find little else
but misery in such course Of
thought"
at least, my mother, viii see
Rosalind, and If she loves me as !
love her, and if she would accept my
hand
'TIush, my boy. Do not cherish
such hopes. Why should she mate
with thee when the richest mobiles Of
the land wouldkneel for her hand 2"
'1Ioldw cried Ruric, starting to
his feet, his handsome face flushed
and his bright eye burning. speak
not thus-at least not now. ] fiat
ter not myself, but | claim a soul as
pure and a heart as noble as any
man in the land Mymind is as clear,
my hopes are as high, my ambition
is as true TO real greatness and
my VIII as firm as any Of them. II
Rosalind seeks the love Of true
heart and the protection Of stout
arms and determined success, then |
fear not to place myself by the side
Of any sutton in the land; but if
she seeks immediate wealth and the
glitter Of some high sounding title,
then-ah, | know she does not But
let il pass now. | will see her"
Claudia would not oppose the
wishes Of her son, and she said no
more upon the subject. For awhile
nothing further was said, until Ru-
ric remarked upon the increasing
force of the storm.
''Hark!" uttered his mother,
bending her ear in a listening atti-
tude. NWas that a knock upon our
door ?"
Surely no one is out on such a
night that could seek shelter here"
returned Ruric. you must have
The youth did not finish the SEN
tence, for at that moment the knock
came So loud that it was not to be
mistaken. The youth caught up the
candle and fastened to the door.
opened it, but the blast came roar
ing in, whirling a cloud Of snow in
to Ruric's face and extinguishing
the light at once.
'1s there any one here?" the gun
maker asked, bowling his head and
shielding his eyes from the driving
snow with one hand.
'Yes," returned a voice from the
Stygian darkness. 1n Gods name,
let me in, or ! shall perish"
"Then follow quickly" said Ru-
ric Here, give me your hand.
There, now come"
The youth found the thickly
| gloyed hand-gloved with the soft
est fur-and, having led the inyisi-
bic applicant into the hall, he closed
the door and then led the way TO
the kitchen, As soon as the candle
was relighted Ruric turned and gaz-
cd upon the newcomer He was a
monk and habited something like
one of the black monks of st. Mi
chael. He was Of medium height
and possessed a rotundity Of person
which was comieal to behold He
was fat and unwieldy and waddlcd
about with laughable steps. Ills
huge black robe, which reached
from his chin to his toes, was Sc
cured about the waist with sash
of the same color, and the snow
which lay upon the shoulders and
back presented a striking contrast.
Ruric brushed away the snow with
his own hand, and having taken his
visitors thick fur bonnet the latter
took seat near the fire.
Before word was spoken the
youthful host carefully examined
his guests features, and the latter
seemed equally DESTROYS Of discov-
ering what manner OF people he had