Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 9, 2025
Amy laughed, but stopped to blush, as Casimer came up with an imploring glance, and whispered, "Is it possible that I may enjoy one divine waltz with you before I go?" Amy gave him her hand with a glad assent, and Helen was left alone. Every one was dancing but herself and Hoffman, who stood near by, apparently unconscious of the fact.
Both had been grubbing in a damp nook, where ferns and mosses grew luxuriantly; the fall of a bit of stone and a rending sound above made them fly back to the path and look up. Amy covered her eyes, and Helen grew pale, for part way down the crumbling tower, clinging like a bird to the thick ivy stems, hung Casimer, coolly gathering harebells from the clefts of the wall.
"She shall not be lost; I am her body-guard. It is steep permit that I lead you, mademoiselle;" Casimer offered his hand to Amy, and they began their winding way. As she took the hand, the girl blushed and half smiled, remembering the vaults and the baron.
"No, uncle; but you can easily ask Hoffman," replied Helen. "By the way, Karl, who was the Polish gentleman who came on with us?" asked the major a moment afterward, as the courier came in with newspapers. "Casimer Teblinski, sir." "A baron?" asked Amy, who was decidedly a young lady of one idea just then.
General Mortier is one of the few favourite officers of Bonaparte who have distinguished themselves under his rivals, Pichegru and Moreau, without ever serving under him. Edward Adolph Casimer Mortier is the son of a shopkeeper, and was born at Cambray in 1768.
As Amy spoke, half-confusedly, half-angrily, Casimer went down upon his knees, with folded hands and penitent face, exclaiming, in good English, "Be merciful to me a sinner. I was tempted, and I could not resist." "Get up this instant, and stop laughing. Say your lesson, for this will be your last," was the stern reply, though Amy's face dimpled all over with suppressed merriment.
"Mademoiselle," he said, gravely, "I am about to prove to you that I feel honored by the confidence you place in me. I cannot break my word, but I will confess to you that Casimer does not bear his own name." "I knew it!" said Helen, with a flash of triumph in her eyes. "He is the baron, and no Pole. You Germans love masquerades and jokes. This is one, but I must spoil it before it is played out."
I will yet prove you false; it will console me for being so duped if I can call you traitor. You said Casimer had fought in Poland." "Crudest of women, he did, but under his own name, Sidney Power." "Then, he was not the brave Stanislas? and there is no charming Casimer?" "Yes, there are both, his and my friends, in Paris; true Poles, and when we go there you shall see them."
"When uncle used to talk about the Polish revolution, there was, I remember a gallant young Pole who did something brave. The name just flashed on me, and it clears up my doubts. Stanislas Prakora 'S.P. and Casimer is the man."
Do you know, he told me that the man he dined with last night was a Mexican. I haven't much use for them. Found one here talking to Casimer a short time ago a fellow with the whitest hair I've ever seen." Frank started. "I believe I've seen that man," he said. "He passed us in the park." "He was parley vooing with Casimer and bothering him," said Hatch.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking