to scour the woods, after vainly searching through the castle. One of
the men went on in advance. He had been gone but a short time when he
came back speechless with grief and amazement. Rudolph and his uncle
pushed forward through the thickets, and on the banks of a small
stream, dammed up to form a lake, they found the bonnet and shawl of
the missing girl.

"Good God!" exclaimed Rudolph, "she has destroyed herself. I have
noticed a strange wildness in her appearance for several days past; in
a fit of mental aberration she has wandered away, and here found her
death."

A piercing scream was heard at this moment. The baroness, who had
followed them, had recognized the garments of Adelaide.

"My child! my child!" she shrieked, "my own! my beautiful! she is no
more."

"This is worse and worse," said the baron, wringing his hands. "This
will make us all mad."

But at this moment a boat was seen approaching. It was the miller, who
brought with him the body of Adelaide, dripping as it had been drawn
from the water. He laid her fair form upon the bank. The baroness, who
could not be restrained, threw herself beside her, and kissed her pale
lips. Rudolph, too, seized the cold hands.

"She lives!" he exclaimed. "She is not lost to us!"

"Rudolph--dear Rudolph!" murmured the poor girl.