wept and implored. Her father remained adamant, and
at last lost his temper and confined her within strict bounds till she
should consent to the marriage. Sir Siegebert was but ill pleased
with her pale cheeks and haggard eyes and her obvious distaste for his
society; and seeing this, Bodo was more than ever wroth, and swore to
send her to a nunnery if she did not greet her lover with a better face.

Day after day Otto waited at the trysting-place, yet his mistress did
not appear, nor did she send him any message. He was filled with anguish
at the thought that her ardent vows were forgotten, and wandered through
the woods like one distraught, seeking solace and finding none. At
length news reached him that on the morrow his beloved was to wed with
the knight Siegebert, and his last shred of hope vanished. He made his
way to a bridge where he had often watched for Adeline's coming, and
with a prayer flung himself into the turbid stream beneath.

Meanwhile the unceasing cruelty to which Adeline had been subjected had
reduced her to a state of terrified submission, so that, scarce knowing
what she did, she consented to wed Siegebert. At length all was in
readiness for the ceremony; the bells were ringing gaily, the feast was
spread, and the bride arrayed in her wedding dress. Unseen she slipped
out by a little postern gate and made her way quickly to the hut of her
shepherd. Alas! it stood empty. In despair she ran hither and thither,
calling his name in anguished accents. Suddenly she espied some
shepherds endeavouring to draw something out of the water. A strange
instinct told her the truth, and she crept closer to the little group.
One glance sufficed to show her that it was her lover's corpse which was
being taken ashore. No need to ask how he had perished, or why! With a
wild cry she flung herself into the stream where Otto had met his death,
and was speedily overwhelmed.

The bridal party sought high and low for the bride, but she was nowhere
to be seen. Bodo loudly vented his indignation at his daughter's
rebelliousness, but his anger was changed to mourning when the body
of the drowned maiden was washed ashore a few days later. Too late he
repented him of his rash folly. All his lamentations could not restore
poor Adeline to life. He caused the lovers to be buried together, and
spent the remainder of his days in prayer and penitence.

Frankfort

Frankfort, the castle of the Franks, was, it is said, founded by