The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-10-24

"Heavens!' cried the good Genevan, show ex-
act my pipe is drawn!'' Many EXPLANATIONS of tho
same kind escaped him-he praised the nose, the
eyes and the mouth The original was delighted TO
see himself sketched perfectly At Mr. Willem's
request, Fritz took out this chefdevre be framed.
Meanwhile Clemence felt her heart beat with
strange emotions, and her anxiety was not unminged
with joy when she the artist place the album I'M
der his arm!
The young thanked her with look for not be-
trying secret he wished to conceal. Clemence
blushed the more, and dared not raise her eyes, for
she saw the fault that she had committed. Had she
not given TO Fritz tucit permission retain the por
trait! From that moment was there not n secret
derstanding between herself and the young man with
out the knowledge OF her father 1t was the first
struggle between duty and love, and Clemence had
not courage to deprive the artist of happiness that
he seemed to value much The album was not
displayed again.
The fifteenth day was drawing near to its close; all
the characters in this history seated the
race. Fritz and Clemence were conversng apart,
Gertrude sewing, and Mr. WiIlem, who had for
gotten his friend the manufacturer, carefully sounded
with his eye the cavity Of his daily mug of beer. Per-
ceivng the absence Of the liquid he knocked the ash
from his pipe, and proposed to take a sail upon
the lake
&C.," said Gertrude, whose brow worn,
and who than once had looked with anxiety to-
wards the road to the city, al will remain to take
of the house,
Al the proposition of her father, Clemence cupped
her hands with the joy of child.
Fritz descended the steps and fastened to the gate,
which he opened With one bound he was on the
bank Of the lake; pretty bark with ateen sails,was
lying the shOre--the young painter launched the
light vessel, which parted the waves like a swan.
"Well!'' cried Mr. Wiem, "wont you wait for
your passengers'"
With two strokes Of his oar, Fritz brought her
lOngside off grassy bank from whence Clemence
could embark without wetting her feet.
For some days she had resumed the costume that
her father loved to see her wears but ought to
mention that Fritz had also requested tin whis
per. ThuSgrltook her seat by the side Of Mr. VIII
lem, whQsqniety filled his pipe, leaving the young
trim the sails and steer the boat.
Placed opposite to each other, the two lovers ex-
changed glances, while the bark, driven by the
ing wind, gded over the blue lake. II the distance,
above the horizon the Alps, like gigantic musts
Of globe, that fra vessel launched by the Crea-
was clear; light vapor aoated like veil of gauze
around Mount Blanc. The eyes of Mr. WilIem were
frequently directed with anxiety towards this almost
mperceptble cloud, but he did not wish to alarm his
daughter, and contenied himself with slight Wills
per to Fritz. The young man Immediately arrested
their adventurous course and caused the boat
the shore under preext Of coasting along the little
hills which form verdant circle around Geneva, and
I'LL. tooI,
with dsdain, Hercules might have regarded the
pigmes
"a thunder storm is coming on!' cried Mr. Wilem,
sit will be dangerous for to continue excur-
sion."
BY involuntary movement the young girl rushed
towards the helm by the side of Fritz
''Are you afraid Clemence ?" said the young pain
ter
''Oh, no, Fritz, because am with my father
and with you!''
She had scarcely uttered these words which Fritz
would not have thought too dearly purchased, at the
price Of his life, when sudden puff of wind took off
her little Bernose hat, and carried away like rose
leaf.
Without thinking that the boat might aid him to re-
gain the fugitive. Fritz leaped into the waves in pur-
suit, and brought it back to Cemence.
MIR Willem continued to regard Mount Blanc with
for BATH
"There is not the least danger" said Fritz; ''the
wind favors our return land shall arrive before the
Storm
In truth the bark, directed towards the villa, boun-
ded from wave to wave, like chamois on the rocks
of the mountain.
$50, with your father and me,'' said Fritz to
Cemence, "you do not fear the tempest'''
The young girl turned her beautiful eyes to heav-
en-, and answered,
"No," "for we shall be doubly happy
| there, if we are near to those we love-
At this moment Fritz could hardly rePress cry of
joy; then he poured forth with strong and manly
voice, as though he needed to breathe out the full
ness of his SOUL this Barcarole which he had heard
sung by the fishermen Of Naples:
Behold the flight
OF the swallow light,
He rustles the lake
With his wing, and laves
His head and white breast
| In the pure blue waves.