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Kitty's Class Day and Other Stories

Chapter 8 A POLISH EXILE

Word Count: 2272    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ir," said the guard,

, on its way from

ss, got in and sank back with a sigh of weariness or pain. Evidently an invalid, for his face was thin and pale, his dark hair cropped short, and the ungloved hand attenuated and delicate as a woman's. A sid

young, comely and of the opposite sex. The major took one look, shrugged his shoulders, and returned to

nconvenience you, sir?

uestion evidentl

lightly touching his cloa

est French he assured her that the fresh air was most agreeable

sir?" said the major, in

malady is fatal; but I still hope and fight for

the last word roused the sympathy of

action, as he marked the martial carriage of the young

a soldi

now but an exile, for

etic stories of that unhappy country which the three l

" asked the major, giving the unhappy outb

ginning

longed to have you win," cried Amy, with such genuine in

oung man bent low, with a flush of feeling

ank you, and tell you what you will. It is but little that I do, yet I give m

ion, sir," said the major, who pricked up his ea

at Varsovie, as volunteers; we did our part

wounded,

at the Russian bullets began. But it is well. I have no wis

oth. Poland loves liberty too well, and has suffer

the young man listened

t, and take courage. God knows I n

said the major, in a most u

aux is mild enough for me to winter in. I go

Montreaux?

so many English go to enjoy Chillon. The climate is divine for u

, and Hoffman came to ask if

started, looked up, and exclaimed, with

me, old friend, and satisfy me t

oy, in such sad plight?" replied Hoffman, g

be conquered in the end. I wrote thee I was better, but the wound in the breast

ommands. I serve t

ll, the good God knows best. Karl, go thou and buy me two of those pretty baskets of g

they understand not

ad understood the rapid dialogue,

sick and faint-hearted, my Hoffman. Thanks; they

ple clusters, Casimer offered them, with a charming mixture of

good hopes; permit that I

eat, juicy grape to her lips, like a little purple gob

travelling on the Continent it is impossible for the gruffest, primmest

revelations which might fall from the interesting stranger. The wrongs and sufferings of Poland were discussed so eloquently that both young ladies were moved to declare the most undying hatre

t to know how gamblers feel, and to taste the fascination of the game which draws peop

an opportunity to remind me of my promise. It's not an amusement for respectable Englishwomen, or men either. Y

fortune was spent in helping needy students at the University, and poor professors. This displeased his father, and he refused supplies, except enough for his simple personal wants. Sigismund chafed at

d Helen, with an interested face, while Am

became known it caused no unkind feeling, this unusual

evil that good may come of i

nefactor. He has done much for my countrymen and mys

erman, is it not?" asked Amy, in

plicity of a boy. He hates slavery of all kinds, and will be free at all costs. He is a good son, but his father

aron we heard them talking of at Coblentz?" said H

nsider the baron a wild young man, so it could not have been your friend, sir," was Amy's

al, and dares act for himself. As it is well known, I may tell you the t

end, and as the girls were longing to

always, for love cannot come at command. Sigismund was plighted, when a boy of fifteen, to his young cousin, and then sent away to the University till of age. On re

ery unfortunate to be sure,"

s duty and love her; found it impossible, and, discovering that Minna loved another, vowed he would never make her unhappiness as well as his own. The old baron stor

e major, who took less i

e-reports injurious to Minna. Sigismund settled the matter in the most effectual manner, by challenging and wounding the man. But for court influence it would

, for in spite of Helen's advice, she insisted on wearing it, that it might be a

, tall and strong. My hero in good truth-brave and

under her breath, as the major

han that," whispered Helen, glancing at the pale, dark

baron to you;" said Amy

Karl," replied Helen, than

walked away, leaving Amy looking after him wistfully, quite unconscious that she stood

ome one to take care of hi

up, hat in hand, just in time to hear her and

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