GAY, SAD SCHEVENINGEN. 103 



' Mein Gott! Mein Gott ! Es ist Emilie!'' 

 came from the lips of Herr Witzman. 



" The dashing horses seemed poised in air, 

 their feet almost upon the head of one of 

 the strangest looking beings I had ever seen, 

 one whose peculiar costume showed her to be 

 a woman of Scheveningen. The feet of the 

 horses descended and the human creature lay- 

 crushed beneath them. 



" The count uttered an exclamation of 

 anger, and lashing the fiery horses dashed on 

 down the street, while the lilylike lady, only- 

 whiter grown, with a little scream nestled 

 closer to the side of the count. 



" The poor, mangled, broken piece of hu- 

 manity was tenderly lifted by the old curiosity 

 vender himself and carried into his little shop, 

 while again he repeated, ^ Mein Gott! Es ist 

 Emilie ! ' 



" Upon nearer -view, and with the strange 

 hat which she had worn removed, I saw the 

 woman's face, though marked by toil and ex- 

 posure, was finely chiseled. Its lines of char- 

 acter were drawn strong and deep. I instinc- 

 tively compared her face with that of the lily- 

 like maiden, and found I regarded the latter as 

 I had regarded the count. Her beauty was 

 gone forever. 



