Produced by Charles Bowen, from page images provided the Web Archive Page Scan Source: http://www.archive.org/details/deadlakeothertal00heys COLLECTION OF GERMAN AUTHORS. VOL. 15. * * * * * THE DEAD LAKE & OTHER TALES BY P. HEISE. IN ONE VOLUME. THE DEAD LAKE AND OTHER TALES BY PAUL HEYSE FROM THE GERMAN BY BY MARY WILSON. _Authorized Edition_. LEIPZIG 1870 BERNHARD TAUCHNITZ. LONDON: SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON, SEARLE & RIVINGTON. CROWN BUILDINGS, 188, FLEET STREET. PARIS: C. REINWALD & Cie, 15, RUE DES SAINTS PÈRES. CONTENTS. A FORTNIGHT AT THE DEAD LAKE DOOMED BEATRICE BEGINNING, AND END A FORTNIGHT AT THE DEAD LAKE. THE DEAD LAKE. Summer was at its heighth, yet in one corner of the Alps an icy cold wind revolted against its dominion, and threatened to change the pouring rain into snow flakes. The air was so gloomy that even a house which stood about a hundred paces from the shore of the lake, could not be distinguished, although it was white-washed and twilight had hardly set in. A fire had been lighted in the kitchen. The landlady was standing by it frying a dish of fish, while with one foot she rocked a cradle which stood beside the hearth. In the tap room, the landlord was lying on a bench by the stove, cursing the flies which would not let him sleep. A barefooted maid of all work sat spinning in a corner, and now and then glanced with a sigh, through the dingy panes at the wild storm which was raging without. A tall strong fellow, the farm servant of the inn, came grumbling into the room: he shook the rain-drops from his clothes, like a dog coming out of the water, and threw a heap of wet fishing nets into a corner. It seemed as if the cloud of discontent and ill-humour which hung over the house, was only kept by this moody silence from bursting into a storm of discord and quarreling. Suddenly the outer door opened, and a stranger's step was heard groping through the dark passage; the landlord did not move, only the maid rose, and opened the door of the room.