the hurricane, its howling voice became dumb, and the ghost was no more seen.
The brave warrior had been aware that this devilish mummery was intended to ensnare his poor soul, and therefore he was very glad to be rid of that tormenting spirit. He had made another campaign under the dreaded Wallenstein in Pomerania, and during three subsequent campaigns he had had no news from the charming Emily. He had, however behaved so well, that on their return to Bohemia he was in command of a regiment. He took his way through the Voigtland, and when he saw the castle of Lauenstein at a distance, his heart began to beat quicker, from doubt and fear if his beloved had remained faithful to him. He announced himself as an old friend of the family, without making himself known, and the doors were thrown open to him, according to the custom of hospitality. Alas! how was Emily frightened when the handsome Fred, whom she believed faithless, entered the room. Joy and anger besieged at the same time her soul; she could not make up her mind to bestow a friendly look upon him, although this compact with her pretty eyes required great self-command on her part. During three years and more she had diligently communed with
