THE PRUSSIAN TROOPS HAVE TAKEN RASTADT!
THE BAVARIAN REVOLUTION AT AN END!
As he pointed to this significant heading, a wild oath, worthy of one of Schiller’s student robbers, burst from his lips, while he struck his heel down upon the floating wharf as though he would have crushed the plank beneath him.
“A curse!” he cried, “an eternal curse upon the perjured King of Prussia! And those stupid North Germans! I knew he would never keep his oath to them?”
Maynard, though sad, was less excited. It is possible that he bore the disappointment better by thinking of that golden-haired girl. She would still be in England; where he must needs now stay.
This was his first reflection. It was not a resolve; only a transient thought.
It passed almost on the instant, at an exclamation from Roseveldt once more reading from the paper:
“Kossuth still holds out in Hungary; though the Russian army is reported as closing around Arad!”
“Thank God?” cried Roseveldt; “we may yet be in time for that!”
“Should we not wait for our men? I fear we two could be of slight service without them.”
The remembrance of that angelic child was making an angel of Maynard!