Bloomsburg democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1867-1869, 1867-09-11
will stay with us, good woman, and

The stranger graspcd the hand extended
to her with both her own. Though sh'
had but half understood Barbara's words
she could not fail to comprehend thei
friendly meaning.
Next morning all the people Of the littl'
hamlet, only children younger than five
years were left behind, came together a
Master Uttmann's request. The miner, who
acoui csccd with his wife's scheme without Q
scruplc, communicated to them Barbara''
plans. They were received with astonish
ment and doubt, and looks Of Incredibly
and suspicion were cast upon the Babrant
woman aud her children. To this, however
the worthy pair paid no attention. Need
les were prepared which the smith provid
ed with hooks and Klaus was sent to Dres.
den to buy thread An artist, too, came
thence to draw the patterns, and the lessons
began. What amusement and comfort the
poor people found in learning this, to them,
new art How many cares were forgotten,
for every day their doubts became less, and
their hopes greater. Light-hcarted jests,
and now and then jovial song began to
be heard again. And then, when two
months had passed, the shout Of triumph
which went up throughout Annabcrg For
the two messengers who had been sent out
with the laces made, returned with empty
knapsacks but with pockets 50 full, that it
seemed as If the wealth could never be ex-
hausted. .t
But their Babrant guest could not share
this joy with them. Not far from the great
linlcn-trce which still stands in the middle
of the church-yard, she had been buried a
few days before. Grief for the loss Of her
husband, and all the fearful hardships
through which she had passed, had sown
fatal seeds in her heart poor heart, it
could break more peacefully now, for she
saw her children within Barbara's motherly
arms All praise be to Mistress Barbara !!
From sunrise to sunset she busily piled her
lace needles, the best spur to industry and
perseverance, which her people could have.
And with their joy and hope, the stores of
lace grew greater and greater, though the
strongest of their men were ever setting
forth with the delicate wares, with which
they went to and fro, through the whole
of Saxeny, and Bohemia. Not until the
severe winter set in did their travels cease.
When spring and summer came again,
there was indeed contrast with the former
year: strong, healthy cattle in stable and
meadow, smiling fields, and happy men.
For the learned man who had come at Mas.
ter Uttmann's request, from cologne on the
Spree, to make another examination Of the
mines, had gone away, after speaking pret-
ty plainly his opinion Of the wisdom of his
colleagues in Dresden. The mines in the
Schrecken and Schottenberg were not cx-
hausted. 1t only needed to understand the
right way to open them. So the clever man
from Cologne brought up some of the black
powder, of which the Annabcrgcrs hadas yet
no idea, and hey What crash and noise!
How the rocky walls burst assunder, and
rich veins of silver and cobalt were exposed
in countless numbers.
twas the summer also that Bavbarn, ac-
companied by Marie Ohcntrud, undertook
the long journey to Brussels. The ctueltics
of the Spaniards in the Netherlands did not
deter her. 1t was her plan to bring new ar
lists and workmcn to Annaberg, so as to
teach her people to make the Brussels lace
also, and we all know how well it succeeded.
The manufacture of ribbons, too, she brought
back with her; and now, with lace and rib.
bons fairs, lace and ribbon shops, lace and
ribbon shopvomcn, the visitor in Annaberg
is driven to despair. Mandatory after man
ufactory, loom upon loom; three seems to
be no end nowadays in Annaberg, Of laces
and ribbons.
And all this was the work Of Barbara and
Christopher Uttmann. When Barbara
came back from Brussels she found her hus-
band on bed of sickness, from which he
never rose again. What could better con-
sole her sorrow than the peace and huppi-
ness, which she saw on every side ? So long
as her heart beat, it beat for her children,
for the children of the Brabant wandcrcr,
for all who lived within the circuit of An
naberg. When she died, they buried her
one spring day by the side of Christopher
and the stranger. Thousands Of birds war
bic among tho limbs of the great linden
which overhang the stone at the head OF
the three mounds; and in the evening,
when the rays Of the setting sun gid the
stecples of Annaberg, the work people leave
the shops and factories and mines, and gath
about the linden, talking, perhaps, of those
who sleep beneath, of the Arabant moth
er, of Christopher, and of Barbara Utt-
mann, the bencfactress Of the Erzgebirge'
PRovERBs.-A thousand probabilities
will not make one truth. A hand-saw is a
rood tb;no hut mt to shave with. Cen