Weekly Trinity journal., 1862-12-27
EOund in the SmOyy.
By AMY GRAHAM.

80 Louey, Louey how could you fall in love
with u Dutchman2'
Louey Hill turned her sweet, bluShing face tn
her laughing cousin to say earnestly " lie is
German, Mollc, and of very good family, though
not noble. Father is very willing to have me
marry him. SO his letters must have been good. -
q" Yes; If ever father idolzea a child, Uncle
viii is that father Well, now. L0uey. take pity
on my curiosity. and tell me all about it,"
"Nlay | come in ?' said another voice at the
door.
"Yes come in, and hear Louey : confessions.
said Mrs Lawton And another lady, the sister
of the bright, merry Molic, came into the room.
! The ladies were the only occupants OF the hons'
at that hour, il we except the servants, and hav-
| inc congregated let me describe them: Mrs.
! Lawton, the hostess, was a brunette of the bril-
| liant witty kind, aud her sister, who was only
year or two younger, Miss Meta lIjlh was like her
in face, form. aud disposition. Louise Hill. the
visitor and cousin, was blonde, fair, gentle and
petite, who, having just passed her seventeenth
birthday was announcing herself engaged to
he married to Rolph Gottseia, professor OF lau-
guagcs in the IL University.
| " What is there TO tell ~ asked Louise with n
little conscious laugh. We met we Lowell
There's the whole story in four words"
"Not bit of it. Answer your elders, Miss
! Hin" said Mrs Lawton. " First, who is hep
"IIe is the only son of Rolph Gottslein, Of Wir-
tcmburg, who WAS a professor of languages. as his
son is, only in different place. He, my Rolph,
was left motheress when he was only five years
old and his sister Berta only three, and both were
educated together by their father for fourteen
years Then he died, aud having been both lib
eral aud hosptable, he left his children without
any property, but with a most flushed aud re-
markable education. Music, languages, and
roionees were the atmosphcres of their life; but
they were Young, aud had lived life almost
rccluse. Berta was taken into the family OF nee
aunt and Rolph came to America. He brought
rood letters from his fathers old friends, aud
soon made class of scholars in New York
! For ten years he lived there, and then came To
| c., with the appointment OF professor in tho
college over which father presldes. lie mas oeeh
| with us for over year"
Aud the sister, ~
I" Berta married and went to Berlin. For some
years they corrcsponded, then her husband re-
moved to more remote part OF Germany, ana
the letters were not so frequent AT last they
| ceased until within u few months, when Rolph
has received a letter, telling him of Berta's wih'
owhood and intention Of coming to America Win
/ her little Girl Since then he has heard nothing.
She may be waiting to send him word exactly
when to expect her, or she may have started, aud
be on her way"
"What is her name ?"
81 never heard him call her anything but Ber-
ta, and | never inquired her husbands name
There, girls, you have all the story. Now II Is
my turn to question. What in the world, Molle.
sent you out Of town at this season."
"Oh, we are going to have Christmas In tho
/ English style Harry can come down by the cars,
you know, every day. so he allowed me to come
here last week to get ready. have sent out my
invitations for the twenty-fourth, to give every
body a day of rest, and the guests will stay ill
after New Year, when we will all return to town
together. Write to-day, Louey, and ask Rolph
to join us 1t is holiday time"
"Oh yes. he will be delighted to come. Where
is win, Meta?"
"Oh, he comes up and down with Harry" said
Mrs Lawton. You must have double we'd
ding, girls. When, Louey"
next spring. Shall you have house full
Mollie?'
"For the week there will be twenty or thirty,
and on Christmas Eve we give II ball. How it
| SHOWS meant to go to Dayton to-day for somo
trincs that were forgotten in town. But we must
postpone it until tomorrow. The tea bell, girls,
and there is Harry at the gate"
"And Will" said Meta. You have no eyes
for him. Molie"
| "Never mind yours see for two"
| Christmas was near enough to make any delay
/ about procuring the " trifes inconvenlent, 50
! the next morning the ladies wrapped themselves
! in hoods and cloaks, and started for drive to
Dayton, over the newly fallen snow. The air
was keen, but light hearts and heavy Wrappers
! bade it defiance, aud the carriage rang VITA
merry voices and laughter as they drove slowly
/ through the deep drifts They were nearly
mile from the house, in part OF the country but
] lltte Duill up, Muen Meth 0elu up utI maui iW
silence. A. low, wailing cry, made fainter by
distance, came on the sudden hush. A cry VI
despairing pain that thrilled those warm young
hearts.
"What sit?"
"Suppose it should be a child lost In tho
snow ~
"Stop John !" cried Mrs. Lawton. Come.
girls, we will get out and see"
| A child lost in the snow ! Ay little child.
crouching down near deserted house, her arms
rouud the neck OF dog, her face hidden IN her
poor dress, her wailng cry growing weaker with
each repetition. They found her very soon, for
the dark stuff dress was distinct as she lay on
.ho cold white snow bank. Louey's cloak was
off in moment, and Mrs Lawton raised the
shiycring form from its cold bed.
"My child my poor child how came you
here !"
The little one looked up gratefully at the kind.
! tender voice. but only shook her head, sadly
| "She must be foreigner, Mollie," said Meta
" Try French"
The question in French was succeeded by ono
in Italian, but only the sad negative was au-
swered.
"My stock of German is very scauly," said
Louey, :" but it will do no harm to try"
One word only fell on the little girls ear, aud
the dark eye knded, the pale face flushed with
keen pleasure. Yes, yes, lady" she said,
eagerly, in German. /" Maria is German"
| "ll0w came you here?"
| "Maria walked from New York"
! "Walked Why, it is twenty miles"
Yes Maria started yesterday"
"Take her to the carriage, Louey, and we can
talk on the way home | must postpone Day ton
till afternoon, aud make this poor child comfort
able. Come, little one"
But Maria clung to Louise, not needing the
request in strange language.
Louise was but little skilled in German yet
by dint of attention she made out the chld's
story. Her name was Maria Berkmann, and s,a
had come from Germany in the summer, with her
mother, who died on the ship before they reached
New York. One of the other emigrants had
taken Maria because che could sing, and made
her 60 out with hand organ to sing in Ihe
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