Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1867-06-28

the left side, to make his right cheek
ready for the stroke OF the razor.
lit is fifteen years ago, sir, recon-
menced the trumpeter.
Il know that alreadyr shouted the
enraged poulterer, get on with you, I
have no time to lose
'Oh, have patience with me, Herr
Bammel,' pursued the other, sadly
You will understand met is fifteen
years ago-Therese Susemichel had
just turned three years of age-she
was a fair angel with charming
with cAaste, pure brow-oh! |
see her before me now, as she usedito
walk With her nurse in the public
gardens-one day the girl fell into
the water-I jumped in after her,
seized her with. this nervous arm
and she was saved
The Lord be praised and thanked =
said Bammel, rising, but instantly re-
seating himself.
'The child grew to womanhood,
continued the trumpeter, and it was
not long before | discovered that |
was in love with her.
What you love my bride? 2 ex-
claimed Bammel, springing to his
feet, and you dare to tell me so,
too p;
But to whom else am | to tell it p
asked the lover with naiUette.
'ConfOund you, to nobody, ofcourse 7
roared the poulterer.
Wermuth stared at him with a long,
melancholy gaze, then at length said,
in his soft, mournful tone:
| hate you, Herr BammeI-how |
wish | could break a leg-only one
An exceedingly pleasant man, that,
thought Bammel; then, wheeling
round. he demanded of the trumpet
er:
If you love Therese, why did you
not propose for her.?
Il did, replied the musician, shrug-
ging his shoulders sOrrowfully, but |
have no money. therefore | was refu-
sed-of course YOU have means or
you would not have been accepted eli
ther.
Bammel did not seem to know ex-
actly what he ought to answer to this
he looked for some time at his rival,
the expression of his countenance de-
noting extreme irreSolution. | am
exceedingly gratifed at having made
your acquaintance he at length said,
with constrained amiability. 1t is
full time, however, now, that | should
finish my shaving and dress myself,
therefore take the liberty Of asking
you, for the last time, what do you
want of me? ?
I have told you already once, re
piled the trumpeter, sadly. Make
her happy.
'Of course / shalI-there can be no
doubt of that growled Bammel.-
Now do me the favor to go.
Swear it to me, Herr Bammel. said
Wermuth, taking a step nearer.
The poulterer grew crimson IN the
face. Are YOU going, or are you
not ? he roared in fury.
Farewell, then, muttered the musi
clan, with an humble air of resigna
ton, as he walked out of the room
with slow and Sorrowful steps.
Heaven be praised that that iusuf
ferable blockhead is gone, growled
Bammel to himself, as he seated him
self to finish scraping his face; but
he had hardly given two strokes witt
the razor when there was another tai
at the door.
This is not to be borne, grumbleC
Bammel, fretfully; then he cried out
in a loud voice. Il am not at home
you must come again! !
The last words were scarcely ut
tered, however, before young mai
entered the room, who evidentl,
: seemed rather green and rustic look
) ing.
Pardon me- he began, politely
Have | the honor to speak to Her
Bammel {?
MOI shouted that individual, with
: out turning round.
4 4 am very sorry for that, continue
t the stranger, 4 wanted to summo
= Herr Bammel to the church, al
Dummbart, his cousin
: You are my cousin exclaimed tn
:, bride groom, rising: 4 am delighte
e to see you?
L Then you are, after all, Herr Ban
e MEL said Dummbart; Il am ais
n charmed-permit me to embrace you
a Dummbart kissed Bammel in th
d midst of the lather; then, making
b wry face, he carefully wiped his lips.
g Now 90, dear cousin said Ban
mel, pushing his new relation out {
d the door; give my compliments to m
t mother-in-law, and assure her that
shall be with her in five minutes ;
l. latest!
l. 1t is dreadful he continued, whe
s Dummbart had left the room, 'to a
h rive so late at ones wedding. Tn;
cursed trumpeter is to blame, and on
: heF Scarcely had he finished spea
n ing, and seated himself once more b
fore the small looking glass, when tt
II door was thrown violently open, an
IS the boots, Johann, rushed into tt
!; chamber, quite out of breath.
e Herr BammelI he painted.
The bridegroom started violently
< What is the matter now :? he criet
what do you want p
d "A lady from Berlin has just q
st rived, who demands to speak wi
k. you instantly; Miss Susanne Trill
IS is her name 7
Il d D.,