The Argosy — page 125: what you’re looking at

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. Princess Eleanor. 113 present themselves to my mind. The park in the dim light of dawn; two maniacs facing each other—for what reason? A flash, and one of them falls to the ground. The movement with which I precipitate amyself towards him awakens me from my dream. It is but a dream; and yet it may be the truth! I close my eyes, and even then cannot shut out these horrible phantoms ! What shall I do, Amy? I cannot even shed tears ; cannot find a word to console me in my distress; and I wish for you with all my heart ! Strange expedients suggest themselves to my mind. What shall I think of them in to-morrow’s daylight? I am clear upon one subject alone ; and that is—I wish to hear Impach justify himself. He must do so to me, if he refuse to all the world beside. But how am I to see him ? I do not care whether what I am about to do be against the laws of propriety ; I feel that I cannot act otherwise. I shall send Fanny with a message to Herr Impach’s house, telling him to be in our garden at noon to-morrow morning. What will he think of me? He cannot think worse of me than my utter regardlessness has caused him to. And I? How shall I get over the long hours that must elapse before Isee him? How often shall I repent having sent for.him ? Had I but you, Amy! You would help and advise me! But tell me, why did you not warn me when you saw me hurrying towards my destruction? My letters must have shown you what I was coming to, long ago! ; Do not take my words amiss, Amy! I am so unhappy that I feel the necessity of accusing some one—anyone. I never spoke openly in my letters, But how could I explain the burning impatience with which I was wont to expect Herr Impach, when I knew not myself why it was so? How speak of the nameless grief or the enthusiastic . joys I felt, when I knew not what to ascribe them to? Dear Amy, when you write, approve all I have done and mean to do. By that time the die will be cast and my fate sealed. Your ELRANor. XX. HEILIGENSTEIN. Dearest Eleanor,—By the time you receive this letter I shall have had one from you, to free me from my anxiety about you, my dear, dear friend!’ Unhappy one, what is to become of you? Although I know that my advice will come too late, still I must write and justify myself. Poor Eleanor! I have long since known the secret of your heart. I knew that you had given your heart to the young artist long before you dreamed of love. It would be impossible to dove you as I do, and not guess the secret of your soul. VOL. XXIL. aL comicbooks.com A