The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1862-11-21

Yes, l understand well enough what
you mean," reioined the Tischlermeister,
''5ut ! understand il quite otherwise
Yoa, however, do not understand me:
men were meant for general affairs, for
gre matters. Their mind stretches far
beyond the narrow circle OF housewitery.
On'y let me alone, and don't mix yourself
W m things which don't concern YOU, and
which You don't understand"
Frau Margaret saw plainly that her re-
montrance made no impression, and she
cast looks spoke more loudly to the heart
OF her husband than her words. Ienzel-
mann found that her view was not far
wrong, after all, and made an attempt to
Withdraw from his companions, and again
live domestic life But his attempt
failed. Vanity, and the desire to appear
somebody, led him back again to his crook
ed ways, and soon they became worse
The insulrectiOn at Paris broke out
the Republic was proclaimed-and the
news of these events fell on the minds of
the German people like spark in barrel
Of gunpowder Blow followed blow, feel
ings grew hot, and almost every town had
its own revolution. That was something
for Master Baptist IIeinzelmann. He was
called to the head OF the Democratic par
ty, and made the leader of revolutionary
club, and spouted speeches full of fire and
fame the mob cried hurrah. held up
their hands for him--he became drunk
with triumpl-was chosen tOwn-councilOr
a great man, as he thought, and leader
of the people. He was near being elected
Deputy to the Diet, and sent as represen-
tative to the Parliament at Berlin. Master
Baptist swan in pleasures-Frau Margaret
swan in tears. Her husband triumphed
she sat at home and wept. Her Hus-
band walked proudly about, and looked
radiant with joy-she was full Of mourn
fulness, and the feeling of happiness SEEM
ed to have disappeared from her heart
forever.
Master Heinzelmann appeared to be to-
tally changed. He troubled himself no
longer about his business, but left every
thing to his workmen. Every morning
early, he left home to fulfill his new vOca-
ton as leader Of the people, and to labor
for their happiness. He saw not that his
own happiness was going to ruin in the
mean time. lie used to return home late,
worn out, weary, and hoarSe with much
speechitying and shouting, ard ill-tempered
into the bargain Scarcely had he ex-
changed few sulky words with his poor
wife, than he betook himself to bed. He
rarely saw his children: the pleasant even
ings in the tront-room had all vanished as
a dream, and could not be recalled. In
stead OF merry laughter, and joyful cries,
and glad shoutings, there was nothing to
be heard but the low, sad sobs of Frau Mar
garet. Peace and contentment seemed to
have fled from the house, as well as from
the hearts of all its inmates. Yes-all!
for to confess the truth, Master Baptist
Heinzelmann found, little by little, that
although his new life in the busy current
of politics brought plenty of excitement, it
by no means brought cOntentment; and in
stead of making him happy, it laid upon
him rather burden of cares, veXatiOns,
hardships, and losses of many kinds. At
first it went well enough-but how
went it afterward? His party, which
in truth it was not a small one, listened to
him right willingly when he held forth and
displayed his political knowledge, but they
also had no objection to cool drink now
and then between the fiery speeches. So
Master Baptist, from time to time in order
to keep up his popularity, was obliged to
let cask of ale go the rounds, and that
was not quite so pleasant to him as to be
listened to with attention, and to hear the
hurrahs when he said something a little
more violent than usual. Besides, there
were other leaders Of the people as well as
he, who stood in high favor with the mob,
but who had very little money, while
Master Hentzelman was well-to-do, and
could afford to offer sacrifice on the altar
Of his country, and-he offered it. Only,
somehow or other, the sacrifice was
wanted so often, and that was not much
to the liking of the Tischlermeister. In
the end-and that worried him the
most-his journeymen became refracto-
ny all of sudden. They wished also
to have property of their own, and de-
manded higher wages. Baptist Helm
zelmann liked revolutions very well, but
not against himself, and so he told all
his hands to go to Jericho, and for time
his business went to sleep. From this it
happened that orders did not come in quite
SO numerously as before, which puzzled
Baptist not little. He began to turn it
over in his mind, and all at once he be-
thought himself of what his good-hearted
wife had said to him one day: ''Remem-
Der! the skin is nearer than the fleece"
Never had the truth of this proverb come
before him SO strikingly and torcibly, as
now that his decisions were losing their
strength. A singular ndirresistible long
ing to return once more to his former
tranquil and retired, and yet happy life,
overcame HIM. What was the selfish
love Of the mob, against the pure and
true love of wife and children ? A painted
bubble in comparison with q bright and