This secret was no other than a love affair between the fair Julia and
a certain count who had waltzed with her at the baths of Baden-Baden,
the preceding summer. We are glad to say that the flirtation thus
happily commenced ended in matrimony. As for Rudolph, he was shortly
after united to the fair Adelaide, on which occasion the baron gave
such a rouse as the old towers of Von Rosenberg had not known since
the rollicking days of its first feudal masters. It was illuminated at
every window and loophole, so that the waters of the Rhine rolled
beneath it a sea of fire, or as if their channels were overflowed
with generous Asmanshausen; and the old butler discharged his swivel
so many times that he had to be taken down from the battlements and
drenched with Rhenish to preserve his life.

Thus ended all that is worthy commemorating in the modern history of
the Castle on the Rhine.




LOVE IN A COTTAGE.


"Tell me, Charley, who is that fascinating creature in blue that
waltzes so divinely?" asked young Frank Belmont of his friend Charles
Hastings, as they stood "playing wallflower" for the moment, at a
military ball.

"Julia Heathcote," answered Charles, with a half sigh, "an old flame
of mine. I proposed, but she refused me."