Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1869-04-22

But II you could watch but one lark Tor
whole day. in the air, you would motto,
that it sings quite differently at morning
noon, and night, and if you could trace /
on from the first trembling whisper.
OF spring, you would hear how different
the notes Of its song are In spring, In sum
mer, and in autumn. Indeed, after harry.
est the note of the young brood are heard
in the stubble fields.
Again how peaceful everything seems
like the silent flowers. They are vn the
meadow hedge close to the wild pear tree
the sloes blossom easily but seldom ma
ture. And what beautiful flower the
howthorn bears. how beautiful its per
fume, yet 1t soon changes into little red
bud, and the poisonous cinsberry begins
TO turn black. Now come those cleaI
ripe harvest days, when the heaven is oi
cloudless blue, and the moon is visible the
whole day like delicate out line of va
por. In nature as in the spirit Of man,
there is gentle pause before change.
The road to the alder meadow was soon
animate with life. The empty harvest
wagons went rattling by, and on them sa,
laughing women and children joIted by
the motion; and then the sheaf>laden wag>
ons returned slowly home, the harvesters
walking beside them.
Amrei's share Of the rich harvest was
scarcely more than that Of the geese, who
often with persistent boldness pressed up
to the laden wagons and plucked of the
hanging ears Of the wheat.
When the first stubble appears In the
broad fields, there is yet mingled with the
joy over the gathered harvest q certain
anxiety in the mind OF man; the anticipa>
ton has been realized, snd the fields which
stood wayibg with grain arc now becom>
ing bare.
The season is changing; the summer is
approaching its close.
The spring ia the alder meadow, in the
waite. Of which the geese joyously sported
was the best in the neighborhood, and the
passcr,by seldom neglected drinking from,
the broad spout, while their cattle wen,
on ahead; then wiping their mouths, they
would hasten on, shouting after the runa,
ways. Others return 'ng home from the
fields would here water their cattle.
Amrei won the favor OF many by the
little earthen pitcher which she had beg
gcd from Black Marann; and whenever
any one went to tie spring, she would 60
to him and say: Here, you can drink
better out of tLis.' In returning the pitch
er many pleasant glance rested upon
her and this pleased her so much that she
was almost angry If people went by with,
out drinking. She would stand at the
spring with her pitcher, let it run full and
pour it out, and if all these signs did not
avail, she would surprise the geese with
al unexpected bath. scattering the water
over them,
A little Bergne wagon, with two fine
grey horses, came driving by one day, the
double seat Of which was nearly filed
with the stout farmer from the highland
He drew up and inquired;
Little girl, have Iou nothing out oi
which can drink
Certainly, will bring i, in a moment
She quickly returned with her pitcher
full.
'Ah.' said the highlander, pausing after
a good draught, ana with dripping mouth
he continued: There is no water like thi.
in the whole world?'
He began TO drink again, at the same
time motionins to Amrei TO remain quiet
for he had began to take another copious
draught, and it Is considered very impo'
lite to Interrupt any one while drinking
People who are in haste to drink are an.
noyed by any Interruption.
The child seemed to understand this
and it WIS not until the farmer returned
the pitcher that she said:
Yes, the water is good and wholesome
and it is very good for your horses If yor
wish to water them; they won't get the
glanders from it
Ny horses are heated, and dare no
drink now. Are you srun Haldenbrgrn
little girl?'
YES.
j What Is your name?'
'Amrei.'
To whom do yeu bel0ns?'
To nobody now, my father was Josen
hans
'Josenhans who fSrmly worked q. th'
Podel farm?'
yes
Il knew him well. Ii was hard that b,
should die SO young. Stay, child, vii
give you something He drew a larg,
leather purse from his pocket, sought !,
long time in it, and finally said: Her,
, take this
Il don't want any presents, thank you
l don't take them
} Take II, you may take 1t from me.
not the farmer Of Rodel your guarjian?'
cS, inueeu.
} He might have done something bette
J for you than let you tend geese. God pro
J tect you,.
The wagon drove of, and Amrei hel,
! the coin In her hand.
From me you may take .Whs
! Is this man, then, that he says this? ant
, why did he not tell me who he WASP Yes
II is groat, there is bird on it; well, b.
won't get poor, nor rich.'
J The whole day Amrei did not offer he
. pitcher to the passers>by. She had a Sc
cret fear of receiving present again.
When she went home at night, Maranr
told her that The farmer Of Rodel hal
, sent for. her, that she must go to hin
at once.
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