Southern standard. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1851-1856, 1853-01-01
The Wax Chambers Widow.
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than leisure, or from his ample materials he would
have written story as long as The Dalton's:'
The elderly lady of the party was the wife of a
notable wax chandler, residing in one Of the large
towns high up the Rhine The business of the
-chandler-though he began in a small way
was prosperous. He made candles for the small
churches first, and then for the large ones; and so
got on, for though his articles of commerce We're
wicked, his earnings were honestly got, and he
managed to leave decent competency to his
widow when he died. They had but one child, a
boy, who, having refused to go into the church
with the wax-candles, was apprenticed to some
more congenial business, and moulding his inten-
ton to dip into the world, waxed stronger in his
determination to travel This was of course put
into execution, for in Germany the law of all APP
prentices requires that they should 90 vagabond-
lshng through the country, to learn more of their
profession than they can be expected to acquire at
home, and getting employment where and how
they best may. There were tears, of course
when the parting time came; and Master LUX left
his fathers house with change or two of linen,
some sweetmeats and many small commodities in
large knapsack, which being securely strapped
across his young bladebones, was furthermore
garnished on the outside with pair of strong
boots, toe of which peeped exultingly over each
shoulder. And thus he sailed forth, loaded ad-
ditionally with many injunctons to write-write.
Now, whether in travelling he found these injunc-
tons too heavy, and SO threw them away, Wheth-
er his ink-horn was lost, or whether he forgot it,
we don't know; but he did not write, and SO no.
body knew where he went
Months rolled away-seed time and harvest
came and went-years passed-new wine became
old in his fathers house; but LUX returned not.
Virgin wax rose and fell in the markets, still he
returned not. The chandler saved more money,
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Schmidt. But the chandler died and another step
ping into the chandlery, Madam Schmidt became
Madam Wechsel Still LUX returned not Some
said he must have gone to the diggings, others
said be must have gone to the digsings, and eve
rybody said he must have gone to the diggings.
At length the second wax chandler died, and Mad
am Wechsel cried; but summoning fortitude, at
the same time that she summoned a pretty young
niece to come and reside with her, she became
consoled. Three weeks after the death of her
second good man, she was heard to express an
opinion that, though her pretty niece was very
amiable and very clever, and a companion,
very consolatory, yet she was but girl of nine
teen. For her own part, although she had given
up the business, and had removed to Coblentz,
she felt that she wanted partner. Under this
consideration she pned-two whole days she pined
and then she went to little quiet party, got up
on purpose for her by female friend
We'll, my dear Madam Wechsel,' said the fe-
male friend, L have known what it is to be de-
prived of ones stay and support in life. Man was
made for woman
NO said Madam Wechsel woman was made
for man. How old do you say this gentleman is .
Twenty five, said the female friend, and in
my opinion, Madam Wechsel, not year too young
for you. You would never think Of marrying an
other old man to be his nurse so hearty and
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gled in the throat, between sigh and Singer.
He has no money continued the female friend;
you have. He is handsome-young strong
and, therefore the more fit to be your protector.
Madam Wechsel sighed again, and smiled. The
sigh seemed to speak resignation; the smile, de-
cided yes $50 the party was made up, and the
affair was put into the hands of the female friend
In the garden of the White Horse Hotel, at
Ehrenbreitstein, two young men smoked their CT
gars and supped their coffee, as they talked to-
gether in moderate tone of voice.
4 saw her. said the younger on the rampant
walk on Nordhausen. / was much struck with
her. for she was very beautiful but as my means
furnished my travelling wardrobe indifferently, l
was not in state Of attire to further chance
which the dropping of a handkerchief gave me
of STOPPING for and handing it to her. l shall
never forget the smile with which she thanked me
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ing Fritz, but | know | blushed then; and she
blushed, too, as she observed it. She left the
promenade with the old gentleman who accompa-
MED her, and felt myself more miserable alone
than | have words to describe. After stay OF
three wretched weeks at Nordhausen, obtained
an engagement to execute some writing at Casse
| 1t was translation from the Swedish which Ian
guage had become master of, among others, in
my wide travels. In fortnight had finished it
and its completion put me into funds and | made
myself respectable-nay, smart-and ventured tc
walk in the public promenade. | sat down on
bench, and closing my eyes, recalled wildly hel
picture to my imagination. lifted my head, and
for the moment knew not that sane. She
stood before me. Involuntary took her hand
She withdrew it, smiling; but observing my con
fusion, said she was happy in again having the
pleasure of meeting me. At that moment the
same old gentleman with whom / had before seer
her, came up, and, looking somewhat grave. tool
her arm within his. She gracefully bowed al
adieu with that sweet expression which seemed
to say forget ne not Since then / have never
beheld her. Day after day-hour after hour
have | walkad there. | have never since beheld
her, save in imagination, as, when she there stood
1 before me-
and never WILL ! dare say, said his friend
laughing so now let to business, and go ant
meet orr party. tell you, my boy, said he
you will not repent. She has plenty of money
and, besides, you have given your word
Alas! | have said the young man; and
suppose l must succumb to circumstances, anc
make the best of them
i They crossed the broad Rhine or the bridge o
boats together, and skirting the city of Coblentz
entered the garden of pretty villa, where mid
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