A Winter Amid the Ice, and Other Thrilling Stories

Niklausse had a son, Frantz; and had they divined this, nothing could have led them to imagine that Frantz was the betrothed lover of

s there, as in every other town in the world; but they took time about it. Betrothed couples, before engaging in these terrible bonds, wished to

ess time be spent in acquiring the knowledge to make a good husband? Is it not reasonable? and, whether due to temperament or reason with them, the Quiquendonians seem to us to be in the right in thus prolonging their courtsh

wn to have taken place after the lapse of two ye

loved object. Once every week, at an hour agreed upon, Frantz went to fetch Suzel, and took a walk with her along the banks of the Vaar. He t

cheeks betrayed a soft, peachy down, and who

Frantz loved it; the pastime was congenial to his temperament. As patient as possible, content to follow with his rather dreamy eye the cork which bobbed on the top of the water,

zel quietly drew her needle across the canvas. Frantz automatically carried his line from left to right, then permitted it to descend the current fr

ntz would say, withou

have a bi

who, abandoning her work for an instant, f

I thought I felt a little

ice. "But do not forget to strike at the right moment. You are alwa

ke to take my

ngly,

ll see whether I am more adroit w

ry. For hours together they thus exchanged soft words, and their hearts palpitated when the cork bobbed on the water. Ah,

girl too

el and Frantz, there had not been a bite. The barbels had not shown themselves complace

, Frantz," said Suzel, as the young

e so," repl

ute as their shadows which stretched out before them. Suzel became very, very tall under the oblique

red the shining pavement, and no one would have thought of teari

the door, Frantz thought it

, the great day

" replied the young gi

antz, "in five

Frantz,"

Frantz,"

Suzel," rep

he young man resumed the way to his fa