re tidings, dreadful tidings, of Mr. Wohlfart."

Lenore ran forward, and the servant began to give a confused report of
the horrors of the day in Rosmin. He had seen the Poles and Germans
about to fire at each other in the market-place, and Anton was marching
at the head of the latter.

"I knew that," cried Karl, proudly.

The servant went on to say that he had run off just as all the Poles had
taken aim at the gentleman. Whether he were alive or dead, he could not
exactly say, owing to his terror at the time, but he fully believed that
the gentleman must be dead.

Lenore leaned against the wall, Karl tore his hair in distraction.
"Saddle the pony," said Lenore, in a smothered voice.

"You are not thinking of going yourself at night through the wood all
the way to the town?" cried Karl.

The brave girl hurried toward the stable without answering him; Karl
barred the way. "You must not. The baroness would die with anxiety about
you, and what could you do among those raging men yonder?"

Lenore stood still. "Then go for him," said she, half unconscious;
"bring him to us, alive or dead."

"Can I leave you alone on a day like this?" cried Karl, beside himself.

Lenore snatched his carbine from him. "Go, if you love him. I will mount
guard in your stead."

Karl rushed to the farm-yard, got out his horse, and galloped off along
the Rosmin road. The sound of the horse's hoofs soon died away, and all
was still. Lenore paced up and down before the castle walls; her friend
was in mortal peril, perhaps lost; and the fault was hers, for she had
brought him hither. She called to mind in her despair all that he had
been to her and to her parents. To live on in this solitude without him
seemed impossible. Her mother sent for her, her father called to her out
of the window, but she paid no attention. Every other feeling was merged
in the realization of the pure and sincere attachment that had existed
between her and him she had lost.

To return to Rosmin, Anton and his party had remained for about half an
hour in expectation before the Red Deer. The frightened market-people
kept pouring by, on their way to their village homes; many of them,
indeed, passed on, but many, too, remained with their countrymen, and
even several Poles went up to Anton and asked whether they could be of
use to him. At length came the locksmith, by a back way, in his green
uniform and epaulette, followed by some of the town militia.

Anton rushed