Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal |
Previous | 1 of 4 | Next |
|
small (250x250 max)
medium (500x500 max)
Large
Extra Large
large ( > 500x500)
Full Resolution
All (PDF)
|
This page
All
|
Loading content ...
THE PITTSTON GAZETTE it n srswHim irtHum mum. 31 «Mthj jgrtrapaprr—(30tnotrti to Jim, litatun, tjrf HIrrrnittilf, mining, JHertraturnl, Anh %iralfaral Sfnftrnrt® nf (lie iCmmfrtj, Snsfmrthm, 8r. )--$!} Xlirfjnrt K $jillip VOLUME l.-NUMBER 16. PITTSTON, PENNA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1850. $2.00 PER ANNUM. THB upon the light of existence. Do not interrupt me until I hare done. In consequence of the death of our Rudolph, you know William will be my successor to the title and estates which hare for many generations, been banded from father to son, untarnished, and worthy is he of the honor, and proudly and nobly will he sustain it. And you, my child, will be sole heiress to my unentailed property, which is immense, and it is my desire that no dividend takes place, which can be averted, only, by an union between you and your cousin, William Lindendorf. There is also another claim which calls upon me for the fulfillment of these events. My dead brolher's voice calls to me from the grave, to a promise which I made, at his deathbed, and in his dying hours, to unite my Rosabel with his William, if both should reach the years of maturity be, become the wife of William Lindendorf.friend's and home in Switzerland. I was compelled 10 travel with them, and won by kindness and good treatment, I was soon reconciled to my new life. I had been with them Tour years, when another captive was added to the gang, in the person of a youth of about ten years. He soon became my confidential friend and favorite companion, and often did we form plans for our escape and aa often were they frustrated. a melancholy pleasure on the last moments spent with Rosabel. There had been no direct correspondence between them for that logg space of time. His hopes lived only on those brief and painfully happy moments, when the excitement and anguish of the parting hour, called forth feelings and impulses which two years of mature reflection would most likely sober down into a passionless and indifferent recollection. Not in "his mind and heart had absence produced such an effect, the alter of his love burned as brightly, and as fervidly in his throbbing bosom as when he first poured out his soul to the trembling object. He knew not Rosabel's heart. But he knew the disadvantages he had to contend with. He knew that oount Lindendorf was highborn and proud. He knew that Rosabel loved and honored her parent, and would not forfeit his good will. He knew that he himself had nothing to ofler, to win the the approbation of that parent, who held rank and fortune as an indispensable recommendation. Moreover he had heard a passing whisper, that Rosabel and her cousin, successors to the broad domains spread out before him, and the high sounding title of Lindendorf, were destined to become one. Little thought the saddened and pen. aive soldier, as hi slowly and melancholy wended his way and entered the high ar. ched gate-way of the ancient pile, that his footsteps rested in the halls of his ancestors ; that the proud lord of Lindendorf waa preparing a welcome for him, to acknowledge him son. v He entered the great hall, and Rosobel was the first to greet his sight. They had not heard of his arrival, but were daily expecting him. They met. The recognition was instant and mutual. They spoke not. Both were incapable of utterance. Herman extended his open arms and received her swooning form to his bosom.— Her emotions however overcome her physical energies but fer a moment. She recovered herself and putting her arms around his neck, murmured— " Welcome, welcome ! dearest and long lost brolner, to the halls of thy fathers. Your father and mine are waiting impatiently to welcome the son who was lost and is found again, little dreaming that the walls of the castle evtn now contained him." " Rosabel ! Rosabel ! what mean you ? cried Herman starting back in consternation, and gazing upon her with a wild stare, for he thought that her reason wanderd. Oh, my God. What is the mean ing of this ?" " Nothing more than what I say, Herman, or Frederick, as you must hereafter be called, said Rosabel smiling through her tears, but come into the drawing room and I will summon father and we will endeavor to have all duly and satisfactorily explained." The old count who was engaged in the library was immediately summoned to the drawing room, but it is needless to attempt to portray the scene which followed. We will therefore pass over it in silence, leaving it to the mind of the enthusiastic reader, to figure to himself. Let it suffice that Herman was thoroughly convinced by every attending circumstance that he was none other than the lost Frederick Lindendorf, and Rosabel, the loved and cherished one, his own sister. " Allow me to introduce to you dear brother, our cousin, and my future husband," said Rosobel, entering the drawing room about two hours after the foregoing scene, leaning upon the arm of the noble and happy William Lindendorf. Herman—ror Frederick, as he must now be called, started and a burning blush succeeded the ashy pallor, which her sudden announcement had called upon hia features. He recovered himself in a moment, and the two young men warmly clasped the hand of friendship, and acknowledging the happiness, they felt in being again restored to each other's companionship, though neither had any definite recollection of their early intimacy. Rosabel was again a changed being.— The fact of Herman Hobenfelt being her long lost brother, had reconciled her to the union betwixt herself and couaio, aud ahe could now look with more complaisancy upon her future prospects, for had she be' fore been conscious of the relationship existing between her, and him whom she now hailed ' brother' William Lindendorf would been the one she would have chosen from the world, upon whom to rest her hopes of happiness. Both were noble, both were good, and truly worthy of the honors that awaited them. Hence the start and sudden emotion, when she presented her cousin as her future husband. He had not had time for reflection, he could not yet comprehend their true position, their real relationship. The old feelings were not yet subdued. belongs to another, and I am wicked is indulging such thoughts. But he can never, never know it, no, none but my own heart can ever know that I loved him, that my affections* ere given, unsought," and tears trickled down her fair cheeks, as she laid it aside and left the apartment. Here was another source of grie£ for the afflicted Rosabel, who had been unwittingly, an auditor of her cousin Margery's unhappiness. Amazement and grltf, nearly stunned her faculties. She had never dreamed that Margery Olenmaire had loVed, and moreover that William Lindendorf her own betrothed, was the object, the unconscious object, for it was his likeness, which had drawn the confession from the lips of the lovely contemplator, little imagining that there was a witness to her heart cherished secret. But not for worlds would Rosabel have betrayed her beloved cousin's unhappiness; not for worlds would she have intimated aught that might lead her to suspect that she was acquainted with the state of her feelings. In her keeping it was as sacred as in Margery's own bosom. ffinfcinug aasanrs. PEINTED AND PUBLISHED WEEKI.T ST •. M. Kichart * H. 8. Phillips. " My noble, my angelic child I" was all the count could utter as he strained her with paternal pride to his breast. West tide of Mtin Street, second Story of the "Long Store" «/ Wuner Cf- Wood. That might, Rosabel Lindendorf retired to her sleepless pillow a changed being. She had sacrificed her heart's fondest, dearest hopes at the shrine of paternal duty, and paternal affection. She had promised to become the wife of her cousin, and Herman Hobenfeldt must henceforth be forgotten. The affection she had cherished so fondly, must be rudely plucked from the garden of her heart, and scattered to the winds. Oh! who can realize, who can portray the bitterness, the hopelessness of her young, sacrificing heart ? The is published e»ery Friday, at Two a Dollars per annum. Two Dollar* akd Fifty Cints will be charged if not paid within the year. Mo paper will be discontinued until all arrearages •repaid. a a »■ . But we must hasten on and abridge our story as much as possible. The nuptial morning dawned, and the day god arose in transcendent beauty, from his golden bed, shedding his beams o'er hill and dell, o'er trussetled castle, and woodbined cottage, invigorating the heart of the laborer as he sought his daily avocation, and casting his glorious reflection into the hearts of many. art inserted conspicuously at One Dollar per square of fourteen line* for three insertions; and Twenty-fivb Cents additional for every subsequent insertion. A liberal deduction to thoae who advertise for ail montha or the whole year. Work.—We have connected with oar establishment a well selected assortment of Job Trre, which will enable us to execute, in the neatest ' atyle, every variety of printing. Being practical ' printers ourselves, we ean afford to do work on as reaaonable terms aa any other office in the county. All letters and communications addressed to the Caxtllt must be roar paid, and endorsed by a responsible name, tojreceive attention. I was in my nineteenth, and my companion in his twenty-first years, when we became secretly betrothed, and daily watched for an opportunity to free ourselves from the galling chains which enslaved us, and were becoming intolerable. Our intentions were however suspected and the strictest scrutiny placed upon our actions. We had pitched our tent for a few days on the banks of the Arno, when, one evening our chief entered, bearing a little child apparently lifeless, in his arms. He placed him into my arms, and bade me take care of him, saying that he had taken him out of (he river, but that life was not extinct. 1 took htm and applied restoratives, such as I knew and could obtain, and to my great joy, after preserving for more than two hours, he gave evidence of returning life. From this time henceforth, the child became my special charge, and 1 named him Herman. We continued with our band a year longer after this event, when death terminated the career of our leader, and set us free. Hobenfeldt and I were united shortly after adopted shortly after and adopted Herman as our child, and as such he has always been regarded.Glad hearts and merry greeting were there in Lindendorf castle. Merry feet tripped lightly through the ancestral halls and tapestried apartments. The recovery of a lost son, and the wedding of two noble beings, were the subjects of a glorious jubilee, of a heart cheering festival. But all were not glad, all were not merry.— Gladness and sadness, walk hand in hand, joy and sorrow sit side by aide in this ever changing world. A little more than two years had passed away, since Herman left his home, and the fond hearts who mourned his absence. A change had taken place in the house of Lindendorf. Rudolph, whose delicate conconstitution had been gradually undermining since the earliest years of childhood, had reached his sixteenth year, and then bis spirit lett its frail tenement, and wing, ed its way into eternity. Had his haughty mother lived to witness this overthrow of her ambitious views, in regard to his future greatness, in the possession of the titles and estates of Lindendorf, how galling would have been her disappointment, how bitter her lamentations. But she was called hence before him, and spared the knowledge, of a just and wise God's power, in thwarthing the plans of injustice; bringing all things aright; and dealing out justice where it belongs. IP ©BIT BY. The crimson current left the cheeks of the fair auditor, as she listened to the declaration of her father, and an ashy paleness usurped the place, while amazement bound her tongue to silence, but he con- Far the rituton Quelle. TO HUT.T.BW W. ■Y ALfARATA linued, Rosabel and her betrothed, with her bro ther, were seated in the bridal apartment. The solemn ceremony waa not yet performed. Voices called and the blest bridegroom was forced to leave the aide of the loved one for a few brief moments. The hour of the interesting ceremony approached, and the nuptial cavalcade made preparation for proceeding to the chapel. Frederick and Margery were chief attendants to the bridegroom and bride, and a casual observer would not have dreamed that aught but joy and glad, ness reigned supreme. Even the bride waa happily deceived by the fair appear, ance, and happy in the belief that both her brother and cousin Margery wefe becoming reconciled to the state of affairs, ah* entered the sanctum sanctorum with h lighter heart and brighter eye. Oh! had she been conscious that the resigned ae» pect of Frederick was the resignation, the calmness of a despair, which benumbed his senses and strained the fibres of hia very soul; and had she felt the loneliness of Margery's heart, she would have ahrunk aghast from the scene of demolished happiness.The procession gathered around the altar. There stood the trembling bride, her hand clasped by the firm grasp of thusble bridegroom, as his eye fondly and proudly rested upon her, unconscious of the misery which his happiness cost two noble hearts. Nearest them stood the attendants on the interesting occaaion, all apparently, enjoying the scene. Then, there 6tands the old Count of Lindendorf, whose grey hairs mingled with his daughter's chesnut ringlets as he blessed her and kissed her pure brow. Next to him comes old Mary whose tottering steps were sup. ported by one of her youthful chargea, and whose snowy locks presented a striking contrast to the dark haired daughters of Glenmaire, who surrounded her. Then comes the Lord and Lady of Glenmaire, whose presence could not be dispensed with on the present occasion. Dame Hobenfeldt and her good man were also remembered, and partook in the present festivities.I lave to *ee thy dark bin* eye, itltho' I know 'twere beet To *hun the eweet, but fata) glance That robe me of my reel. " Were I sensible that this would not be for your benefit, or did 1 for one moment entertain and idea that you would not be perfectly happy in these plans which I suggest, I would under no consideration, urge you to fulfill them. But 1 know that you will be happy. I know that your affections are free from any other object, for the seclusion in which you have spent all your days, has prevented you from meeting with an earlier suitor, or forming any attachment with another; so I hope my daughter, will pllow her father, anxious for her future welfare and happiness, to be a successful advocate in this cause, for her cousin William Lindendorf, and say that I st all return him an acquiscent reply.I love to eee thy eentle emile, Tho' reaion bid* me fly,— Tho' prudence whisper* all the while, " 'Tie courting tnieery." " My dear, dear Frederick, what ails you 1 cried Rosabel, when they were left alone, advancing towards him and fondly clasping his neck. You make me sad, by your gloomy unhappy looks. Oh! why will you not be cheerful on this occasion ?" 4nd thu« the may-fly eeeke at night, The taper'* brilliant blaze,— Flie* round and round, till, fooluli thing, It Cliee within ite ray*. Pitieton, Nov. 4, 1850. imsNsm* toils. Rosabel had also sought and cultivated the acquaintance of the mother of Herman, and had learned to appreciate her many excellencies, and through this medium, had often obtained satisfactory intelligence from her loved soldier, and never did she spend happier moments, than when listening to the doting mother launching out into praises of her absent son ; but the fond mother was unconscious of the deep interest and attention, with which the fair maiden regarded her encomiums. She had never dreamed of the feeling which existed between the heiress of Lindendorf and her dear boy. " Rosabel, Rosabel, you know me not. You know not the anguish of my soul. You know not what all this costs me. You, you are happy, but I, wretched I—" the uhappy young man covered his face with h is har ds, and groaned in bitterness of spirit. Written ezpreeely for the Pitteton Gaiette. t $ermit'0 Comb. In what neighbourhood on the Arno did you find him ?" asked Rosabel with eager accents. ■T me* LCCT SSBST. " TUat is moro than I can tell you, dear lady, as 1 am totally unacquainted with the country." [concluded. 1 " Father!" said the unhappy girl, with a hollow voice, and blanch features, after a pause, during which she had been mute with varying emotions. " Father, why have 1 not known this long ago ? Why have you withheld all this from my knowledge till now ? Oh! why did you not unfold your plans, your intentions relative to me, ere this unhappy moment? Had I known this long ago, I might have been happy—I might have learned to appreciate, to return the love of my cousin. But now it is misery !" and the fair being buried her head in her father's bosom and •' My daugther!" said the old count one autumn evening as they were sitting by a cheerful, blazing hearth, and after a prolonged pause of uninterrupted silence, during which, it was evident that both parent and child were deeply absorbed in thoughtful meditation. " I had a brother, a dear little brother drowned in the Arno." " Oh ! my brother, cried the weeping girl, fully comprehending his meaning, dropping on her kneea, and claaping her hand in attitude of supplication, I conjure you for my sake—for God's sake, and your own soul, conquer this unhappy, illfated passion. It is impious, it is unholy. You are my brother, my own, dear, noble brother." " His name—his first name, Udy 1" " Frederick I" answered Rosabel greatly excited- " It must be the same, yet still 'tis strange. The clothes he wore at the time were marked with the initials " W. L." I have them yet," said dame Hobenfeldt, with a puzzled expression. " Rosabel started from her reverie, ns if awaking from a dream, and turning an inquiring look upon her father, she waited for him to proceed, but seeing that ho hesitated, sfac replied, " Well papa, what would you say t" " Come hither," he said, affectionately. But the period was rapidly approaching, when all would be disclosed. The sacrifice of her young affections at the altar of duty, preyed heavily upon the S9UI of Rosabel. Her cheerfulness her vivacity of spirits, fled. Her heart lost its boyancy ; her step its lightness; and her sunken eye snd pallid cheek, betrayed her mental suffering." I know it, I know it. Harrow not my soul by the declaration. Oh ! that 1 had died, that I had died, ere the agonizing truth had been revealed ; ere 1 had known that I was sinning in loving thee as I love," and crouched to the floor in very agony. " Can you tell me the exact time that the event occurred f" " Yes, Lady," I remember it more particularly, as it was two days preceding my birth day. It was on the 20th day of August, 17—." She left her scat and advanced towards him ; aad drawing her upon his kneo ; he, as was his want, smoothed her chesnut locks, as he interrogated. " My child, my Rosa, cried the old count folding her to his heart, what is this ? VVhy is it misery now ? 1 do not understand you." wept, bitterly " Pray for the help of God, in this try. ing hour, shrieked Rosabel. Oh ! for the love of Heaven pray that this bitter hour may pass away. I too loved, how, how fondly, how faithful, God and my heart alone can know. But when the truth came, I prayed,- and strove, and my ardent love was transfered to a holier sphere, do thou likewise or I shall go distracted," and she bent over him with a wild beseeching look. " It must be—it must be ! said Rosabel, clasping her bands. Oh ! God be praised ! It was exactly the time of the unfortunate adventure, and this also accounts for no traces of the body being found, when search was made." One morning, about a mouth subsequent to the betrothal of Rosabel with her cousin, she left the castle, and almost involuntarily directed her footsteps towards the cottage where resided the Hobenfeldts. She knocked at the door, and in a moment it was opened, and the affectionate greeting of Dame Hobenfeldt, saluted her ear. "What has become of William this evening? he is always so chcerful and pleasant; I miss him sadly." Rosabel wept long and bitterly, but she had ever been taught to place the most implicit confidence in her parent, and after pause in whioh ahe evidently nerved herself for the task, she yielded to his pathetic inquiries, and unreservedly, laid bare her pure, guileless heart. She confessed her affection for Herman Hobenfeldt. " Cousin William ejaculated Rosabel, sure enough, he has been absent all evening, I wonder where he has got to." " The ways of Providence are mysterious, lady, and in this instance it might be, that I have been chosen an instrument to work out some of its latent designs. God grant, that further investigation may verify our hopes." " And didn't you miss him before 1 he asked teasingly, methinks you look pensive, this evening, I hope his absence is the cause V " Good morning, dear lady, you are out early, and the air ao chilly, too. Come in to the fire," and taking her hand, ahe led her to a comfortable seat. "Never, never can I transfer the love which has been the light, the hope, the joy of my existence, to another. My heart, strings cling to it with deathless tenacity, and not until they break with the intensity of my sufferings will I know rest—but go, he continued with a wild, glaring look, but calm, subdued voice. Go, wed and be happy. He is worthy of tKee, and thinks he loves Ihee, but he knows not the undying flame which scorches my heart, and dries up the fountains of ray soul. He knows what it is to love—to Jove in vain," and the wretched Frederick rushed from the apartment. The old count's brow contracted, and a stern expression settled on his countenance as with compressed lip8, he listened to the ingenious outpourings of her quivering tongue. After she had concluded her simple confession, he retained a gloomy silence, and the trembling Rosabel, augured from his boding expression, his disapproval of her choice, and the fate which was destined for her. The ceremony commenced, proceeded. A hallowed stillness reigned throughout the chapel, broken only by the solemn, distinct accents of the ' holy man ' as ho tepeated the many responsibilities resting upon a wedded pair. He had come to the point which would have bound ties, to be severed by death alone, when the solemnity of the scene was startlingly interrupted. " I look pensive, and you hope his absence is the cause! she repeated in accents of surprise, why so, dear papa 1" Rosabel left the cottage shortly after arid hastened home to inform her father of her late discovery. His feelings baffle the pen of description ; suffice it to say, that, accompanied by his daughter, he sought out the cottage and dame Hobenfeldt, and returned home satisfied that Herman Hobenfeldt, his brave deliverer, was his own lost, darling Frederick. Dame Hobenfeldt, had shown him the clothes in which he had been attired at the time of the fatal catastrophe and it waa with tears, but happy ones, that the father recognized them to be his baby boy's own habilments, and a scarlet scarf whose edges were tastily embroidered by the delicate fingers of his gentle Rosa, confirmed the happy oonviction. Rosabel looked paler and sadder than usual. Aer approaching nuptials, which were to be oonsumated in another month, caused her wretchedness daily to increase. The consciousness of deceiving one who deserved a noble return for the genuine affection he lavished upon her, haunted her constantly, and caused her to sink in her own estimation. She wa« conscious of the worth of her cousin, she knew he was noble and good, and felt that he merited a better, a holier recompense of love, than her all-ready-engaged-heart was capable of entertaining for him, and more than once she harbored the determination of avowing the whole truth, to him, but then sense of something, aha knew not what, withheld her from making the disclosure when in his presence, and thus the unsuspecting lover waa allowed, from day to day, to live on in happy, blissful ignorance. " Why dont you think well of him 1 Rota, he said, in an inquiring tone. " Most assuredly! 1 think a great deal of my cousin, I love him as a brother." " As a brother! my child, said the count, no more V "Hold! for God's sake!" shrieked a voice from the opened door, which immediately after was succeeded by a heavy fall. All eyes were turned towards the direction from whence the sound issued, and Count Lindendorf advanced towards the spot. " Why papa, how you talk! how could I love him better than a dear, noble brother 1 and now, that I have none," and an expression of sadness come over her face. Count Lindendorf had never once thought that Herman had a place in the mind of his daughter, beyond that of friendship and gratitude. But now he learned his mistake. "True! now that you have none, and tbat is the very reason why 1 would, that you should regard him with a different emotion than that which characterizes a sisterly affection." Rosabel threw herself upon a seat in a curtained recess, and gave full vent to her feelings in a burst of tears; but she had not been long in this retreat, before an intruder interrupted her. " Rosabel, at length he said, calmly but firmly, are you beside yourself ? This is foolish, idle dreaming. Herman is deserving and well principled, but would you disgrace yeureelf and your family which has for many, many years, so well, maintained its dignity; by uniting yourself with a peasant boy I with one who was bom and bred in obscurity, as were his ancestors before him. Would you demean yourself thus 1 Would you cast an irremovable atain upon the noble house of Lindendorf? Would yCm break your lather's heart, and send his gray hairs sorrowing to the grave t My child, my child, this must sot, cannot, be. I should never witness that, and live. My honor, my pride would never sustain such an overwhelming shock, such, such an overthrow of my fondest, dearest hopes. Rosabel, you must accede to your father's proposals, or never more behold his face." And the old man really distressed, bowed his head into his bosom and wept, Rosabel clung to the side of her betroth* cd, who anxiously gazed around for some one to unravel this mysterious and uqlooked-for interruption, while Frederiok with folded arms, gazed vacantly and disinterestedly, upon the scene of confusioa. The priest had closed his book and stepped from the stand. Consternation and confusion filled the holy place. " Papa! 1 do not comprehend you," •aid Rosabel, gazing upon him with an Count Lindendorf instantly despatched a message to Herman entreating him to return home immediatly, that affars of the utmost importance awaited his coming; but forbore mentioning any thing of consequence, as he preferred making the happy disclosure in propria persona. In due time came an answer fVem Herman stating that he was then oonflned to his bed by a wonnd by a wound, which he had received in service, but hoped a few days would restore him, sufficiently to enable him to request leave of absence, and then he would make preparations for visiting his frienifc and homejonce more. Three weeks intervened and Herman was once again in the walls of the humble cottage of Hobenfeldt.Margery Glenmaire, Rosabel's eldest cousio, had been summoned to Lindendorf to participate in this joyful occasion.'— She was appointed chief bridesmaid, and had just entered the bridal apartment, to attend to her duties, expecting to find Rosabel awaiting her. She was a little sur. prised to find the apartment vacant, as the curtain in the recess was lowered and hid her cousin from view. Rosabel could not conquer; her agitation sufficiently, to appear before her fair attendant without exciting inquiry, and so she remained quiet and gave no notice of her proximity, and Margery was again on the point of leaving the room to search for her when she paused in passing the toilet, and her eye fell on a curiously engraved case, whioh after a closer scrutiny, proved to be a miniature. She took it up, and examined it attentively, and with much emotion ; her hand trembled and her lips quivered as her eye lingered on the representative. anxious took s-« Well my child, I will explain, but I was in hopes you would spare me the necessity of an explanation, and by the promptings of your own heart do that which I so much desire. In the first place, bow would you like William for a husbandRosabel had never intimated to the amiable Mrs. Hobenfeldt, her intended union with her cousin; but this morning, chancing to find her entirely alone, in the cottage, she disoloeed all to her astonished auditor. Count Lindendorf advanced towards the door, and perceived a female figure completely wrapt up and closely veiled, lying prostrate upon the marble floor. He lifted her in his army and perceived she was perfectly motionless. Others drew around, and they proceeded to unveil her closely hidden featured. She had fainted. The old Count gazed long and steadfastly upon her, and thought they seemed familiar.-*- The truth burst upon his mind, it was his brother's widow, Madams Lindendorf.— Twenty years had rolled away since, he last beheld her. Oh! how changed, haw changed was she. ''-xtk " Oh! papa, you must not think of it. He is all that is noble and good, but I can never entertain for him any other feeling than that of the purest friendship and esteem."A long, long pause, intervened after the astounding disclosure. Rosabel buried her pallid face into her trembling hands, and sat, mate with a thousand varying emotions, while Dame Hobenfeldt regarded her with an indefinable, dubious expres- " Listen my child, until I explain all, and you will think differently. William loves you, he told me ao this morning, and I much desire that you return his sentimsnts, for various reasons. He is one of the chosen few, with whom we so seldom meet wtih, in our path through life. He if P«ble in person and principle, and is one eijqillated to make you happy and I am can teach you to love him. Yau fir* ml young to awrry, it i» true, bat your father is growing old, and mayhap hjf deye not many- I would fain, see my "ttltd h»ppily, and suitable to "fTffwk M* button, er» my eyelid* floss si on. At length the old lady aroee from her seat, and advanced towards the afflicted girl, and folding her hands between her own, she spoke in trembling aocents. The morning subsequent to his arrival found him tracing his way towards the castle of Lisdendorf. His heart palpitated with a thousand varied emotions. His thoughts wandered back through the vista of the last two year#, and dwelt long and peqsjvuly on the time of his departure from the scenes whioh once more surrounded Urn and greeted hi» vision with familiar aspect it was like gazing on the fcce of a long nl'i'rnt friend. He dwelt, t«*D, with Rosabel could not stand this. She had never seen her father so moved, before. His pleading aocents and painful emotion, rent her very soul. " My mother ! my mother ? can H be possible t" exclaimed William Lindendorf, as he caught sight of her features, and embraced her senseless form. The souud of his voice seemed toanxttt her, and starting up with a wild expression she cried, " Oh, let me go, let me go. Do lot hold me back, orIsfrslt" (Conchidrd o« fourth page,). - - " My dear ohild, you will be astonished when I tell you that Herman is ml my son—my child. For eighteen years has the eeoret keen in my own, and my husband's keeping, and even Herman is net aware of his being otherwise. When I was small, 1 was captured by a bend ef roving gipsie*, *nd stolen »*vsy from my To Rosabel the truth had been longest known, and she had had time for reflection and consideration, and had learned to abate the intensity of her first passion into the calmer, fftlMlM love of tender and devoted sister. But to Herman it was new and overwhelming. He could scarcely think. He could not realize the truth. " How true, how life-like in every feature, she murmured; how noble, how god. like his expression, his every look, and his countenance is a faithful index of his heart. Oh! how happy would J be, M I cooW win thi love of so noble a being—but he Half jvild with perturbation, *»4 scarcely conscious of what she did, she threw her arms around his neok, and pressing ber pale lips upoft his brow, vowed to be gtDi.i«4 by fiis instructions nlonr, and if
Object Description
Title | Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal |
Masthead | Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal, Volume 1 Number 16, November 15, 1850 |
Volume | 1 |
Issue | 16 |
Subject | Pittston Gazette newspaper |
Description | The collection contains the archive of the Pittston Gazette, a northeastern Pennsylvania newspaper published from 1850 through 1965. This archive spans 1850-1907 and is significant to genealogists and historians focused on northeastern Pennsylvania. |
Publisher | Pittston Gazette |
Physical Description | microfilm |
Date | 1850-11-15 |
Location Covered | United States; Pennsylvania; Luzerne County; Pittston |
Type | Text |
Original Format | newspaper |
Digital Format | image/tiff |
Language | English |
Rights | http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ |
Contact | For information on source and images, contact the West Pittston Public Library, 200 Exeter Ave, West Pittston, PA 18643. Phone: (570) 654-9847. Email: wplibrary@luzernelibraries.org |
Contributing Institution | West Pittston Public Library |
Sponsorship | This Digital Object is provided in a collection that is included in POWER Library: Pennsylvania Photos and Documents, which is funded by the Office of Commonwealth Libraries of Pennsylvania/Pennsylvania Department of Education. |
Description
Title | Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal |
Masthead | Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal, Volume 1 Number 16, November 15, 1850 |
Volume | 1 |
Issue | 16 |
Subject | Pittston Gazette newspaper |
Description | The collection contains the archive of the Pittston Gazette, a northeastern Pennsylvania newspaper published from 1850 through 1965. This archive spans 1850-1907 and is significant to genealogists and historians focused on northeastern Pennsylvania. |
Publisher | Pittston Gazette |
Physical Description | microfilm |
Date | 1850-11-15 |
Location Covered | United States; Pennsylvania; Luzerne County; Pittston |
Type | Text |
Original Format | newspaper |
Digital Format | image/tiff |
Identifier | PGS_18501115_001.tif |
Language | English |
Rights | http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ |
Contact | For information on source and images, contact the West Pittston Public Library, 200 Exeter Ave, West Pittston, PA 18643. Phone: (570) 654-9847. Email: wplibrary@luzernelibraries.org |
Contributing Institution | West Pittston Public Library |
Sponsorship | This Digital Object is provided in a collection that is included in POWER Library: Pennsylvania Photos and Documents, which is funded by the Office of Commonwealth Libraries of Pennsylvania/Pennsylvania Department of Education. |
Full Text | THE PITTSTON GAZETTE it n srswHim irtHum mum. 31 «Mthj jgrtrapaprr—(30tnotrti to Jim, litatun, tjrf HIrrrnittilf, mining, JHertraturnl, Anh %iralfaral Sfnftrnrt® nf (lie iCmmfrtj, Snsfmrthm, 8r. )--$!} Xlirfjnrt K $jillip VOLUME l.-NUMBER 16. PITTSTON, PENNA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1850. $2.00 PER ANNUM. THB upon the light of existence. Do not interrupt me until I hare done. In consequence of the death of our Rudolph, you know William will be my successor to the title and estates which hare for many generations, been banded from father to son, untarnished, and worthy is he of the honor, and proudly and nobly will he sustain it. And you, my child, will be sole heiress to my unentailed property, which is immense, and it is my desire that no dividend takes place, which can be averted, only, by an union between you and your cousin, William Lindendorf. There is also another claim which calls upon me for the fulfillment of these events. My dead brolher's voice calls to me from the grave, to a promise which I made, at his deathbed, and in his dying hours, to unite my Rosabel with his William, if both should reach the years of maturity be, become the wife of William Lindendorf.friend's and home in Switzerland. I was compelled 10 travel with them, and won by kindness and good treatment, I was soon reconciled to my new life. I had been with them Tour years, when another captive was added to the gang, in the person of a youth of about ten years. He soon became my confidential friend and favorite companion, and often did we form plans for our escape and aa often were they frustrated. a melancholy pleasure on the last moments spent with Rosabel. There had been no direct correspondence between them for that logg space of time. His hopes lived only on those brief and painfully happy moments, when the excitement and anguish of the parting hour, called forth feelings and impulses which two years of mature reflection would most likely sober down into a passionless and indifferent recollection. Not in "his mind and heart had absence produced such an effect, the alter of his love burned as brightly, and as fervidly in his throbbing bosom as when he first poured out his soul to the trembling object. He knew not Rosabel's heart. But he knew the disadvantages he had to contend with. He knew that oount Lindendorf was highborn and proud. He knew that Rosabel loved and honored her parent, and would not forfeit his good will. He knew that he himself had nothing to ofler, to win the the approbation of that parent, who held rank and fortune as an indispensable recommendation. Moreover he had heard a passing whisper, that Rosabel and her cousin, successors to the broad domains spread out before him, and the high sounding title of Lindendorf, were destined to become one. Little thought the saddened and pen. aive soldier, as hi slowly and melancholy wended his way and entered the high ar. ched gate-way of the ancient pile, that his footsteps rested in the halls of his ancestors ; that the proud lord of Lindendorf waa preparing a welcome for him, to acknowledge him son. v He entered the great hall, and Rosobel was the first to greet his sight. They had not heard of his arrival, but were daily expecting him. They met. The recognition was instant and mutual. They spoke not. Both were incapable of utterance. Herman extended his open arms and received her swooning form to his bosom.— Her emotions however overcome her physical energies but fer a moment. She recovered herself and putting her arms around his neck, murmured— " Welcome, welcome ! dearest and long lost brolner, to the halls of thy fathers. Your father and mine are waiting impatiently to welcome the son who was lost and is found again, little dreaming that the walls of the castle evtn now contained him." " Rosabel ! Rosabel ! what mean you ? cried Herman starting back in consternation, and gazing upon her with a wild stare, for he thought that her reason wanderd. Oh, my God. What is the mean ing of this ?" " Nothing more than what I say, Herman, or Frederick, as you must hereafter be called, said Rosabel smiling through her tears, but come into the drawing room and I will summon father and we will endeavor to have all duly and satisfactorily explained." The old count who was engaged in the library was immediately summoned to the drawing room, but it is needless to attempt to portray the scene which followed. We will therefore pass over it in silence, leaving it to the mind of the enthusiastic reader, to figure to himself. Let it suffice that Herman was thoroughly convinced by every attending circumstance that he was none other than the lost Frederick Lindendorf, and Rosabel, the loved and cherished one, his own sister. " Allow me to introduce to you dear brother, our cousin, and my future husband," said Rosobel, entering the drawing room about two hours after the foregoing scene, leaning upon the arm of the noble and happy William Lindendorf. Herman—ror Frederick, as he must now be called, started and a burning blush succeeded the ashy pallor, which her sudden announcement had called upon hia features. He recovered himself in a moment, and the two young men warmly clasped the hand of friendship, and acknowledging the happiness, they felt in being again restored to each other's companionship, though neither had any definite recollection of their early intimacy. Rosabel was again a changed being.— The fact of Herman Hobenfelt being her long lost brother, had reconciled her to the union betwixt herself and couaio, aud ahe could now look with more complaisancy upon her future prospects, for had she be' fore been conscious of the relationship existing between her, and him whom she now hailed ' brother' William Lindendorf would been the one she would have chosen from the world, upon whom to rest her hopes of happiness. Both were noble, both were good, and truly worthy of the honors that awaited them. Hence the start and sudden emotion, when she presented her cousin as her future husband. He had not had time for reflection, he could not yet comprehend their true position, their real relationship. The old feelings were not yet subdued. belongs to another, and I am wicked is indulging such thoughts. But he can never, never know it, no, none but my own heart can ever know that I loved him, that my affections* ere given, unsought," and tears trickled down her fair cheeks, as she laid it aside and left the apartment. Here was another source of grie£ for the afflicted Rosabel, who had been unwittingly, an auditor of her cousin Margery's unhappiness. Amazement and grltf, nearly stunned her faculties. She had never dreamed that Margery Olenmaire had loVed, and moreover that William Lindendorf her own betrothed, was the object, the unconscious object, for it was his likeness, which had drawn the confession from the lips of the lovely contemplator, little imagining that there was a witness to her heart cherished secret. But not for worlds would Rosabel have betrayed her beloved cousin's unhappiness; not for worlds would she have intimated aught that might lead her to suspect that she was acquainted with the state of her feelings. In her keeping it was as sacred as in Margery's own bosom. ffinfcinug aasanrs. PEINTED AND PUBLISHED WEEKI.T ST •. M. Kichart * H. 8. Phillips. " My noble, my angelic child I" was all the count could utter as he strained her with paternal pride to his breast. West tide of Mtin Street, second Story of the "Long Store" «/ Wuner Cf- Wood. That might, Rosabel Lindendorf retired to her sleepless pillow a changed being. She had sacrificed her heart's fondest, dearest hopes at the shrine of paternal duty, and paternal affection. She had promised to become the wife of her cousin, and Herman Hobenfeldt must henceforth be forgotten. The affection she had cherished so fondly, must be rudely plucked from the garden of her heart, and scattered to the winds. Oh! who can realize, who can portray the bitterness, the hopelessness of her young, sacrificing heart ? The is published e»ery Friday, at Two a Dollars per annum. Two Dollar* akd Fifty Cints will be charged if not paid within the year. Mo paper will be discontinued until all arrearages •repaid. a a »■ . But we must hasten on and abridge our story as much as possible. The nuptial morning dawned, and the day god arose in transcendent beauty, from his golden bed, shedding his beams o'er hill and dell, o'er trussetled castle, and woodbined cottage, invigorating the heart of the laborer as he sought his daily avocation, and casting his glorious reflection into the hearts of many. art inserted conspicuously at One Dollar per square of fourteen line* for three insertions; and Twenty-fivb Cents additional for every subsequent insertion. A liberal deduction to thoae who advertise for ail montha or the whole year. Work.—We have connected with oar establishment a well selected assortment of Job Trre, which will enable us to execute, in the neatest ' atyle, every variety of printing. Being practical ' printers ourselves, we ean afford to do work on as reaaonable terms aa any other office in the county. All letters and communications addressed to the Caxtllt must be roar paid, and endorsed by a responsible name, tojreceive attention. I was in my nineteenth, and my companion in his twenty-first years, when we became secretly betrothed, and daily watched for an opportunity to free ourselves from the galling chains which enslaved us, and were becoming intolerable. Our intentions were however suspected and the strictest scrutiny placed upon our actions. We had pitched our tent for a few days on the banks of the Arno, when, one evening our chief entered, bearing a little child apparently lifeless, in his arms. He placed him into my arms, and bade me take care of him, saying that he had taken him out of (he river, but that life was not extinct. 1 took htm and applied restoratives, such as I knew and could obtain, and to my great joy, after preserving for more than two hours, he gave evidence of returning life. From this time henceforth, the child became my special charge, and 1 named him Herman. We continued with our band a year longer after this event, when death terminated the career of our leader, and set us free. Hobenfeldt and I were united shortly after adopted shortly after and adopted Herman as our child, and as such he has always been regarded.Glad hearts and merry greeting were there in Lindendorf castle. Merry feet tripped lightly through the ancestral halls and tapestried apartments. The recovery of a lost son, and the wedding of two noble beings, were the subjects of a glorious jubilee, of a heart cheering festival. But all were not glad, all were not merry.— Gladness and sadness, walk hand in hand, joy and sorrow sit side by aide in this ever changing world. A little more than two years had passed away, since Herman left his home, and the fond hearts who mourned his absence. A change had taken place in the house of Lindendorf. Rudolph, whose delicate conconstitution had been gradually undermining since the earliest years of childhood, had reached his sixteenth year, and then bis spirit lett its frail tenement, and wing, ed its way into eternity. Had his haughty mother lived to witness this overthrow of her ambitious views, in regard to his future greatness, in the possession of the titles and estates of Lindendorf, how galling would have been her disappointment, how bitter her lamentations. But she was called hence before him, and spared the knowledge, of a just and wise God's power, in thwarthing the plans of injustice; bringing all things aright; and dealing out justice where it belongs. IP ©BIT BY. The crimson current left the cheeks of the fair auditor, as she listened to the declaration of her father, and an ashy paleness usurped the place, while amazement bound her tongue to silence, but he con- Far the rituton Quelle. TO HUT.T.BW W. ■Y ALfARATA linued, Rosabel and her betrothed, with her bro ther, were seated in the bridal apartment. The solemn ceremony waa not yet performed. Voices called and the blest bridegroom was forced to leave the aide of the loved one for a few brief moments. The hour of the interesting ceremony approached, and the nuptial cavalcade made preparation for proceeding to the chapel. Frederick and Margery were chief attendants to the bridegroom and bride, and a casual observer would not have dreamed that aught but joy and glad, ness reigned supreme. Even the bride waa happily deceived by the fair appear, ance, and happy in the belief that both her brother and cousin Margery wefe becoming reconciled to the state of affairs, ah* entered the sanctum sanctorum with h lighter heart and brighter eye. Oh! had she been conscious that the resigned ae» pect of Frederick was the resignation, the calmness of a despair, which benumbed his senses and strained the fibres of hia very soul; and had she felt the loneliness of Margery's heart, she would have ahrunk aghast from the scene of demolished happiness.The procession gathered around the altar. There stood the trembling bride, her hand clasped by the firm grasp of thusble bridegroom, as his eye fondly and proudly rested upon her, unconscious of the misery which his happiness cost two noble hearts. Nearest them stood the attendants on the interesting occaaion, all apparently, enjoying the scene. Then, there 6tands the old Count of Lindendorf, whose grey hairs mingled with his daughter's chesnut ringlets as he blessed her and kissed her pure brow. Next to him comes old Mary whose tottering steps were sup. ported by one of her youthful chargea, and whose snowy locks presented a striking contrast to the dark haired daughters of Glenmaire, who surrounded her. Then comes the Lord and Lady of Glenmaire, whose presence could not be dispensed with on the present occasion. Dame Hobenfeldt and her good man were also remembered, and partook in the present festivities.I lave to *ee thy dark bin* eye, itltho' I know 'twere beet To *hun the eweet, but fata) glance That robe me of my reel. " Were I sensible that this would not be for your benefit, or did 1 for one moment entertain and idea that you would not be perfectly happy in these plans which I suggest, I would under no consideration, urge you to fulfill them. But 1 know that you will be happy. I know that your affections are free from any other object, for the seclusion in which you have spent all your days, has prevented you from meeting with an earlier suitor, or forming any attachment with another; so I hope my daughter, will pllow her father, anxious for her future welfare and happiness, to be a successful advocate in this cause, for her cousin William Lindendorf, and say that I st all return him an acquiscent reply.I love to eee thy eentle emile, Tho' reaion bid* me fly,— Tho' prudence whisper* all the while, " 'Tie courting tnieery." " My dear, dear Frederick, what ails you 1 cried Rosabel, when they were left alone, advancing towards him and fondly clasping his neck. You make me sad, by your gloomy unhappy looks. Oh! why will you not be cheerful on this occasion ?" 4nd thu« the may-fly eeeke at night, The taper'* brilliant blaze,— Flie* round and round, till, fooluli thing, It Cliee within ite ray*. Pitieton, Nov. 4, 1850. imsNsm* toils. Rosabel had also sought and cultivated the acquaintance of the mother of Herman, and had learned to appreciate her many excellencies, and through this medium, had often obtained satisfactory intelligence from her loved soldier, and never did she spend happier moments, than when listening to the doting mother launching out into praises of her absent son ; but the fond mother was unconscious of the deep interest and attention, with which the fair maiden regarded her encomiums. She had never dreamed of the feeling which existed between the heiress of Lindendorf and her dear boy. " Rosabel, Rosabel, you know me not. You know not the anguish of my soul. You know not what all this costs me. You, you are happy, but I, wretched I—" the uhappy young man covered his face with h is har ds, and groaned in bitterness of spirit. Written ezpreeely for the Pitteton Gaiette. t $ermit'0 Comb. In what neighbourhood on the Arno did you find him ?" asked Rosabel with eager accents. ■T me* LCCT SSBST. " TUat is moro than I can tell you, dear lady, as 1 am totally unacquainted with the country." [concluded. 1 " Father!" said the unhappy girl, with a hollow voice, and blanch features, after a pause, during which she had been mute with varying emotions. " Father, why have 1 not known this long ago ? Why have you withheld all this from my knowledge till now ? Oh! why did you not unfold your plans, your intentions relative to me, ere this unhappy moment? Had I known this long ago, I might have been happy—I might have learned to appreciate, to return the love of my cousin. But now it is misery !" and the fair being buried her head in her father's bosom and •' My daugther!" said the old count one autumn evening as they were sitting by a cheerful, blazing hearth, and after a prolonged pause of uninterrupted silence, during which, it was evident that both parent and child were deeply absorbed in thoughtful meditation. " I had a brother, a dear little brother drowned in the Arno." " Oh ! my brother, cried the weeping girl, fully comprehending his meaning, dropping on her kneea, and claaping her hand in attitude of supplication, I conjure you for my sake—for God's sake, and your own soul, conquer this unhappy, illfated passion. It is impious, it is unholy. You are my brother, my own, dear, noble brother." " His name—his first name, Udy 1" " Frederick I" answered Rosabel greatly excited- " It must be the same, yet still 'tis strange. The clothes he wore at the time were marked with the initials " W. L." I have them yet," said dame Hobenfeldt, with a puzzled expression. " Rosabel started from her reverie, ns if awaking from a dream, and turning an inquiring look upon her father, she waited for him to proceed, but seeing that ho hesitated, sfac replied, " Well papa, what would you say t" " Come hither," he said, affectionately. But the period was rapidly approaching, when all would be disclosed. The sacrifice of her young affections at the altar of duty, preyed heavily upon the S9UI of Rosabel. Her cheerfulness her vivacity of spirits, fled. Her heart lost its boyancy ; her step its lightness; and her sunken eye snd pallid cheek, betrayed her mental suffering." I know it, I know it. Harrow not my soul by the declaration. Oh ! that 1 had died, that I had died, ere the agonizing truth had been revealed ; ere 1 had known that I was sinning in loving thee as I love," and crouched to the floor in very agony. " Can you tell me the exact time that the event occurred f" " Yes, Lady," I remember it more particularly, as it was two days preceding my birth day. It was on the 20th day of August, 17—." She left her scat and advanced towards him ; aad drawing her upon his kneo ; he, as was his want, smoothed her chesnut locks, as he interrogated. " My child, my Rosa, cried the old count folding her to his heart, what is this ? VVhy is it misery now ? 1 do not understand you." wept, bitterly " Pray for the help of God, in this try. ing hour, shrieked Rosabel. Oh ! for the love of Heaven pray that this bitter hour may pass away. I too loved, how, how fondly, how faithful, God and my heart alone can know. But when the truth came, I prayed,- and strove, and my ardent love was transfered to a holier sphere, do thou likewise or I shall go distracted," and she bent over him with a wild beseeching look. " It must be—it must be ! said Rosabel, clasping her bands. Oh ! God be praised ! It was exactly the time of the unfortunate adventure, and this also accounts for no traces of the body being found, when search was made." One morning, about a mouth subsequent to the betrothal of Rosabel with her cousin, she left the castle, and almost involuntarily directed her footsteps towards the cottage where resided the Hobenfeldts. She knocked at the door, and in a moment it was opened, and the affectionate greeting of Dame Hobenfeldt, saluted her ear. "What has become of William this evening? he is always so chcerful and pleasant; I miss him sadly." Rosabel wept long and bitterly, but she had ever been taught to place the most implicit confidence in her parent, and after pause in whioh ahe evidently nerved herself for the task, she yielded to his pathetic inquiries, and unreservedly, laid bare her pure, guileless heart. She confessed her affection for Herman Hobenfeldt. " Cousin William ejaculated Rosabel, sure enough, he has been absent all evening, I wonder where he has got to." " The ways of Providence are mysterious, lady, and in this instance it might be, that I have been chosen an instrument to work out some of its latent designs. God grant, that further investigation may verify our hopes." " And didn't you miss him before 1 he asked teasingly, methinks you look pensive, this evening, I hope his absence is the cause V " Good morning, dear lady, you are out early, and the air ao chilly, too. Come in to the fire," and taking her hand, ahe led her to a comfortable seat. "Never, never can I transfer the love which has been the light, the hope, the joy of my existence, to another. My heart, strings cling to it with deathless tenacity, and not until they break with the intensity of my sufferings will I know rest—but go, he continued with a wild, glaring look, but calm, subdued voice. Go, wed and be happy. He is worthy of tKee, and thinks he loves Ihee, but he knows not the undying flame which scorches my heart, and dries up the fountains of ray soul. He knows what it is to love—to Jove in vain," and the wretched Frederick rushed from the apartment. The old count's brow contracted, and a stern expression settled on his countenance as with compressed lip8, he listened to the ingenious outpourings of her quivering tongue. After she had concluded her simple confession, he retained a gloomy silence, and the trembling Rosabel, augured from his boding expression, his disapproval of her choice, and the fate which was destined for her. The ceremony commenced, proceeded. A hallowed stillness reigned throughout the chapel, broken only by the solemn, distinct accents of the ' holy man ' as ho tepeated the many responsibilities resting upon a wedded pair. He had come to the point which would have bound ties, to be severed by death alone, when the solemnity of the scene was startlingly interrupted. " I look pensive, and you hope his absence is the cause! she repeated in accents of surprise, why so, dear papa 1" Rosabel left the cottage shortly after arid hastened home to inform her father of her late discovery. His feelings baffle the pen of description ; suffice it to say, that, accompanied by his daughter, he sought out the cottage and dame Hobenfeldt, and returned home satisfied that Herman Hobenfeldt, his brave deliverer, was his own lost, darling Frederick. Dame Hobenfeldt, had shown him the clothes in which he had been attired at the time of the fatal catastrophe and it waa with tears, but happy ones, that the father recognized them to be his baby boy's own habilments, and a scarlet scarf whose edges were tastily embroidered by the delicate fingers of his gentle Rosa, confirmed the happy oonviction. Rosabel looked paler and sadder than usual. Aer approaching nuptials, which were to be oonsumated in another month, caused her wretchedness daily to increase. The consciousness of deceiving one who deserved a noble return for the genuine affection he lavished upon her, haunted her constantly, and caused her to sink in her own estimation. She wa« conscious of the worth of her cousin, she knew he was noble and good, and felt that he merited a better, a holier recompense of love, than her all-ready-engaged-heart was capable of entertaining for him, and more than once she harbored the determination of avowing the whole truth, to him, but then sense of something, aha knew not what, withheld her from making the disclosure when in his presence, and thus the unsuspecting lover waa allowed, from day to day, to live on in happy, blissful ignorance. " Why dont you think well of him 1 Rota, he said, in an inquiring tone. " Most assuredly! 1 think a great deal of my cousin, I love him as a brother." " As a brother! my child, said the count, no more V "Hold! for God's sake!" shrieked a voice from the opened door, which immediately after was succeeded by a heavy fall. All eyes were turned towards the direction from whence the sound issued, and Count Lindendorf advanced towards the spot. " Why papa, how you talk! how could I love him better than a dear, noble brother 1 and now, that I have none," and an expression of sadness come over her face. Count Lindendorf had never once thought that Herman had a place in the mind of his daughter, beyond that of friendship and gratitude. But now he learned his mistake. "True! now that you have none, and tbat is the very reason why 1 would, that you should regard him with a different emotion than that which characterizes a sisterly affection." Rosabel threw herself upon a seat in a curtained recess, and gave full vent to her feelings in a burst of tears; but she had not been long in this retreat, before an intruder interrupted her. " Rosabel, at length he said, calmly but firmly, are you beside yourself ? This is foolish, idle dreaming. Herman is deserving and well principled, but would you disgrace yeureelf and your family which has for many, many years, so well, maintained its dignity; by uniting yourself with a peasant boy I with one who was bom and bred in obscurity, as were his ancestors before him. Would you demean yourself thus 1 Would you cast an irremovable atain upon the noble house of Lindendorf? Would yCm break your lather's heart, and send his gray hairs sorrowing to the grave t My child, my child, this must sot, cannot, be. I should never witness that, and live. My honor, my pride would never sustain such an overwhelming shock, such, such an overthrow of my fondest, dearest hopes. Rosabel, you must accede to your father's proposals, or never more behold his face." And the old man really distressed, bowed his head into his bosom and wept, Rosabel clung to the side of her betroth* cd, who anxiously gazed around for some one to unravel this mysterious and uqlooked-for interruption, while Frederiok with folded arms, gazed vacantly and disinterestedly, upon the scene of confusioa. The priest had closed his book and stepped from the stand. Consternation and confusion filled the holy place. " Papa! 1 do not comprehend you," •aid Rosabel, gazing upon him with an Count Lindendorf instantly despatched a message to Herman entreating him to return home immediatly, that affars of the utmost importance awaited his coming; but forbore mentioning any thing of consequence, as he preferred making the happy disclosure in propria persona. In due time came an answer fVem Herman stating that he was then oonflned to his bed by a wonnd by a wound, which he had received in service, but hoped a few days would restore him, sufficiently to enable him to request leave of absence, and then he would make preparations for visiting his frienifc and homejonce more. Three weeks intervened and Herman was once again in the walls of the humble cottage of Hobenfeldt.Margery Glenmaire, Rosabel's eldest cousio, had been summoned to Lindendorf to participate in this joyful occasion.'— She was appointed chief bridesmaid, and had just entered the bridal apartment, to attend to her duties, expecting to find Rosabel awaiting her. She was a little sur. prised to find the apartment vacant, as the curtain in the recess was lowered and hid her cousin from view. Rosabel could not conquer; her agitation sufficiently, to appear before her fair attendant without exciting inquiry, and so she remained quiet and gave no notice of her proximity, and Margery was again on the point of leaving the room to search for her when she paused in passing the toilet, and her eye fell on a curiously engraved case, whioh after a closer scrutiny, proved to be a miniature. She took it up, and examined it attentively, and with much emotion ; her hand trembled and her lips quivered as her eye lingered on the representative. anxious took s-« Well my child, I will explain, but I was in hopes you would spare me the necessity of an explanation, and by the promptings of your own heart do that which I so much desire. In the first place, bow would you like William for a husbandRosabel had never intimated to the amiable Mrs. Hobenfeldt, her intended union with her cousin; but this morning, chancing to find her entirely alone, in the cottage, she disoloeed all to her astonished auditor. Count Lindendorf advanced towards the door, and perceived a female figure completely wrapt up and closely veiled, lying prostrate upon the marble floor. He lifted her in his army and perceived she was perfectly motionless. Others drew around, and they proceeded to unveil her closely hidden featured. She had fainted. The old Count gazed long and steadfastly upon her, and thought they seemed familiar.-*- The truth burst upon his mind, it was his brother's widow, Madams Lindendorf.— Twenty years had rolled away since, he last beheld her. Oh! how changed, haw changed was she. ''-xtk " Oh! papa, you must not think of it. He is all that is noble and good, but I can never entertain for him any other feeling than that of the purest friendship and esteem."A long, long pause, intervened after the astounding disclosure. Rosabel buried her pallid face into her trembling hands, and sat, mate with a thousand varying emotions, while Dame Hobenfeldt regarded her with an indefinable, dubious expres- " Listen my child, until I explain all, and you will think differently. William loves you, he told me ao this morning, and I much desire that you return his sentimsnts, for various reasons. He is one of the chosen few, with whom we so seldom meet wtih, in our path through life. He if P«ble in person and principle, and is one eijqillated to make you happy and I am can teach you to love him. Yau fir* ml young to awrry, it i» true, bat your father is growing old, and mayhap hjf deye not many- I would fain, see my "ttltd h»ppily, and suitable to "fTffwk M* button, er» my eyelid* floss si on. At length the old lady aroee from her seat, and advanced towards the afflicted girl, and folding her hands between her own, she spoke in trembling aocents. The morning subsequent to his arrival found him tracing his way towards the castle of Lisdendorf. His heart palpitated with a thousand varied emotions. His thoughts wandered back through the vista of the last two year#, and dwelt long and peqsjvuly on the time of his departure from the scenes whioh once more surrounded Urn and greeted hi» vision with familiar aspect it was like gazing on the fcce of a long nl'i'rnt friend. He dwelt, t«*D, with Rosabel could not stand this. She had never seen her father so moved, before. His pleading aocents and painful emotion, rent her very soul. " My mother ! my mother ? can H be possible t" exclaimed William Lindendorf, as he caught sight of her features, and embraced her senseless form. The souud of his voice seemed toanxttt her, and starting up with a wild expression she cried, " Oh, let me go, let me go. Do lot hold me back, orIsfrslt" (Conchidrd o« fourth page,). - - " My dear ohild, you will be astonished when I tell you that Herman is ml my son—my child. For eighteen years has the eeoret keen in my own, and my husband's keeping, and even Herman is net aware of his being otherwise. When I was small, 1 was captured by a bend ef roving gipsie*, *nd stolen »*vsy from my To Rosabel the truth had been longest known, and she had had time for reflection and consideration, and had learned to abate the intensity of her first passion into the calmer, fftlMlM love of tender and devoted sister. But to Herman it was new and overwhelming. He could scarcely think. He could not realize the truth. " How true, how life-like in every feature, she murmured; how noble, how god. like his expression, his every look, and his countenance is a faithful index of his heart. Oh! how happy would J be, M I cooW win thi love of so noble a being—but he Half jvild with perturbation, *»4 scarcely conscious of what she did, she threw her arms around his neok, and pressing ber pale lips upoft his brow, vowed to be gtDi.i«4 by fiis instructions nlonr, and if |
Tags
Add tags for Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal
Comments
Post a Comment for Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal