Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1856-11-06
The Clergyman's Adventure.

On a dreary day, in the reign {
Frederic William, a heavy travelin
: carriage was slowly numbering alon,
| | the muddy road from Potsdam- t
Berlin. Within it was one perso
9 only, who took no heed Of the slow
ness of the travelling; but leanin,
back ina corner, was arranging
multiplicity Of papers contained 10
small pocket book. Since he wa
:. dressed in plain dark military uni
! form it was fair to suppose that thi
gentleman belonged to the Prussiar
army, but 20 what grade Of it ne
body could determine, as all token:
of rank had been avoided. A chill
ly November evening was closing
in, and though the rain had for a
time ceased, yet dark masses Of
clouds flying through the sky gave
warning that sweeping darkness
was at hand. The road grew heavi.
er, at least so it should have seemed
to foot-traveler who was plowing
his way through the mire; and SO
doubtless it did seem TO the carriage
horses. who foundered long so slow
ly that the pedestrian whom they had
oyertaken kept easily by the side of
the coach, the occupant of which
looked out through the window, and
perceiving the stranger, called out
in rather an authoritative tone Of
voice:
'Halloo! young man, whittier are
you bound this, stormy looking
right?'
That is more than I can tell you,
not being at home in this part Of
the world. My wish is te reach Ber-
lin, but if | find resting place be-
fore ! get there, to that / am bound,
for weary
i should think you must have
two hours walk before you, was the
unsatisfactory remark that followed.
The young man made no reply,
and after short pause the stranger
said:
If it please you to rest on the
step of the carriage for few min
utes you are welcome SO to do
Herr What s-your-name.'
My name is Heinrich Meyer re.
piled the young man, 'one Of those
who never refuses the small benefit
because the larger one is not OBJ
tanned.
From inside the window the next |
question put to Heinrich was:
What are you going to Berlin
for?'
To hut for some cousins was
The answer.
'And pray who may they be?'
asked the unknown.
We'll to tell you the truth, I have
not an idea who they are, or where to
ook for them. Indeed, it is doubt.
iul whether | have so much as an
acquaintance in Beriin,- much less a
relation
The questioner looked amazed,
and said:
.Surely, there must be some other
motive for your going to Berlin, or
what could have put this idea into
your head 2
.Why,' replied Heinrich, q have
Just become Il clergyman, without
The smallest chance OF getting any
thing TO do in my own neighborhood.
have no relative to help me, and
not quite enough to find me in nec-
essaries.
Bat said the Prussian, what on
earth has this to do with cousins in
Berlin 2
well, now, who knows! Many of
my fellow students have got good
appointments, and whenever / ask
them to let me know how it was
done the answer always is, "A cous-
in gave it to me- or i got it
the interest of a cousin who
lives in Berlin. Now, as | find none
of these useful cousins live in the
country, / must 60 without their
help, or hunt them in Berlin.
This was said in a comical, dry
way, SO that his listener could not
refrain from laughing, but he made
no comment. However, he pulled
out piece of paper and began to
write upon it. When he bad finish
ed, he turned round to Heinrich,
saying that he observed he had been
smoking, and that he had felt inclin-
ed to do the same, but had forgotten