Litchfield enquirer., 1861-09-12

| DuJ hdGuciI pOuGeu I GttSduG OuLkn6cn smoked his meerschaum, and laughed little contented and amused kind of chuckle Kath erl covered her face with her apron.
 What is the matter with t?' questioned tn, proprietor of the meerschaum.
 T want to marry Hans
 Peasant Gutknecht emptied the ashes iron the meerschaum, and looked out of the window Hans Barkli was approaching the house witt Ulrch leaning upon his strong shoulder, The peasant sighted.
 He is clever lad, Katherli, but thou art no much better than baby; what can the boy bt thinking of to want such dumpling for wife.
 I am as old as my mother was when she mar ried you. If she was alive, she ould be good te me, she always was.'
 Here Katherli sobbed.
 That is true, child; don't cry, you shall have the boy sometime-when you are little bigger When he has earned thousand francs for the wedding, he can then have you
 -'He can never do it in the world, in cutting wood and hunting chamois-you know he can not
 l Let him try, love can do anything 1 Can it ? questioned katherli l Of course; but children like you must no think about such things. Mind your knitting child, the kitten is running off with your ball. There are some flowers in my coat pocket that gathered for thee on the mountain
 T don't want any fowers-I don't want any i thing if l cannot have Hans Butterfly unused the peasant | Hans Burkli was missing among his mountain haunts on the next bright morning. Katherli cried little, but she looked very wise Hope has wondrous lamp forever burning in the heart of youth. Before many days I think good pea sant Gutknecht missed him also; the huntines must have been little solitary for the old man now the strong arm was gone that was always ready to carry the game. think the peasant missed him, but he said nothing about it, and Katherli smiled and knitted away, and the kitten played with the ball just the same. Ulrich work ed diligently on his curious wood carving and the peasant Gutknecht smoked his meerschaum in the evening, and looked gloomy, and scolded a little sometimes he said katherli was stupid that Ulrich was dreamer-Max Burkli, the good, genial soul. he called an iceberg: and he swore that the kitten was possessed of seventeen | evil spirits. katherli smiled, and knitted away. A party of wanderers katherli was glad to see them at her little threshold. and she did not much care if she was alone. although she would like it very we'll if father and Uhich would hal. pen home just then.
 very young and imperious the other an elderly man, with kind voice, and still kinder smiles and two mountain guides, who immediately wandered away within call, until their services should be needed in the descent ihe younger person Was Fr. nch baron. who was spending the summer among the Alps. with his guardian, Ill order to keep cool! as he eX- pressed, it. katherli's hospitab!e coffee, brown bread. aiid delicious honey, was appreciated l,y her quests; perhaps not less than the veritaI,le hather herself It is certain that the youny gentleman cast many glance tuW-ar! his pretty l hostess that would have killed half tie bellies in Paris with jealousy. Ulrich soon returned and f;l'!itl liberal purchaser for many an artistic little oTiamelt of his own beautiful carving.
 = One thing more want from these Alps said the cileyaer as they were about going away. and look askanre at kathe:li wlaat do you lh;nk it is, pretty mai;!cn? l want d mountain hirl
 An cagIe?' inquired s!.e, in the innocence of her heart.
 "A ,love,' he answered. in a lower tone- Yes, an eagle; Gouder) if any one will bring me a young eagle to the town of GIarys where am staying for a month, will give him thou sand francs
 Will ycu?' said katherl And if I bring tH
 | will give you twelve hundred
 katherli scarcely slept that night Ks she
  ming she became aware that Hans had come home again. will not say how she learned it. Peasant Gutknecht Was crosser than an Alpine bear; he did not know that Hans had returned
 Ulrich worked quietly on as usual, and the naughty katherli was away over on the other side of the chasms in less than an hour after the snow-white goat had been allowed to wander away in search of it's breakfast of violets and mountain daisies.
 l have earned fifty francs already katherli, said Hans; and 1 shall have fifty more when I take the chamos skins to the merchant in the valley
 That is wonderful l wish I had an eagle, Hans.
 II hope you will have one by and by; if had only wings, katherli--but what does my dove want of an eagle?'
 T want an eagle very much, Hans; but am not a dove-that doesn't mean anything. do not like to be called dove.'
 Well, my angel. then.'
 I do not think am an angel, either, but 1 do not know. How do they look? How funny you look at me. But do not call me names any more. will always be katherli to you, and no thing else but want young eagle.'
 Realy?'
 'Yes!.
 You shall have one.'
 Don't get harmed, Hans,' and kather dart ed away.
 It was her wemanly heart that prompted her to caution her lover against being rash. She never for a moment supposed that any accident could befall him. \ true woman, however timid- ly she may speak, never thinks her beloved can be ill danger. She believes he can stand at the very cannon's mouth. unscathed. T must go to the valley, tomorrow, katherli,' said Hans tho avaninr nf ba q onI if find anything to do there 1 may not be at about me. l tried to get you an eagle to-day, but the old birds were as furious as the Fohn.- I killed one, a, least however, and brought you some of her feathers and an egg from her nest, which l managed to take. There was but one egg will that do until come home again?'
 Yes she answered, rather mournfully.
 Hans kissed her soft plump hand, and bound ed away.
 As katherli was about to lie down upon the pillow that night, her rosy face frightened. She never slept so sweetly before in her life, for there was treasure in her bosom-a treasure that she guarded, and kept as sacred as all young ladies in love can keep secret, although no one gives them the credit of it. Was she not beloved by Hans? What was there in the world holer than love; and who on earth was so beautiful to love as Hans? Thus the maiden slumbered, and Hope sang sweet lullabies to her heart; and she was happy.
 Beneath the laced bodies of the pretty crimson. klrtie she kept her secret. It was warmed and nourished by the glow of her heart, and nobody Knew that the mountain maiden ever dreamed of edit.
 Father said Katherl, one day. .you always | mlUht n of of;rr