The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1869-05-27

| stupOr wherein they both seemed to have
fallen.
"Karl," said she, "thou csmest in time.
She went loving thee. She is happy,
Karl" she said, putting her arm with
motherly tenderness around his neck
Thou couldst not have made her happier
Let US ask God to give us strength to bear
this stroke" and then bursting out in
tears, she knelt beside the couch The
young man knelt, the doctor knelt, my
self knelt down.
Soft and steady rose the voice of the
matron. What simplicity Of language !
What real coming to Godl What sub
dued praying for strength! What tender
remembrance of Trudchen's love and du.
| tiful piety.
And when she ceased the young man in
deep gutteral tones, said. Thou knowest,
Lord, what l vowed. Happy she is for
with Thee she is; thank Thee; even so,
for it was Thy will. shall do it, Lord, l
shall do it."
After while the neighbOrs came, add.
| ing their mite of consolation and then
| they busted themselves with the last affec-
| tionate care to be bestowed upon the re-
mains of one whom all seemed to love.
| remained yet a few hours, and in the af-
| ternOon took my leave of the sorrOwing
mother and the mourning betrothed.
| cast one more glance upon the beautiful
form which had contained the spirit of
Trudchen, and mounting my horse, waved
last aGieu to my newly-made friends.
Three years had elapsed, and to re.
cruit from severe duties, l was again on
| the road up the Rhine to Basle thence to
Berne My trusty horse, the very same
had before, trotted nimbly over the steep
and rocky pathway that led to the home
of my friends of Wetterbrunner
No, had not forgotten them. Often
had thought of them-tnought of the
brave matron. of the sturdy Karl, of the
angel form laid out for the silent grave
And wheu in sight of the snOw-capped
mountains, l could not help fastening
toward the spot where / had left so much
sorrow, and so much true, simple-hearted
trust In God.
1t was noon when reached the little
village, a true specimen of ancient Swiss
neatness and thrifty industry. 1 alighted
at the only inn, but which bore the impress
sive sign of Tells Hof The Hostler who
took charge of my horse seemed preoccu-
pied 1t was a week day, yet he had evi-
IDENTIFY his Sunday suit. He was polite as
ever, ard said while got off: "Ach der
Herr kommt Gum fsste p C"Ah, my Lord
comes to the festivalp')
A little astonished, asked What fes
tival?"
"Ach .jd :" said he in hurry, "you are
a stranger? / forgot" and off he went.
| entered the large apartment which
served as a common receptiOn-room, in
America called a" bar-rOom," but there
very different. Clean and we'll ventilated,
the smooth floor slightly sanded, the win
dows adorned with pretty flower-pots,
here and there q picture of Tells memoir
able performance, the central part Occu-
pied by the stately hansaoirth, serving
wine and beer to the neat and rather
prctty-lOOking waiting girls, as the guests
called for them two or three young men,
neatly dressed in their Oberard costume,
carrying off the plates and glasses, now
and then sweeping corner clean; men
and women, in festival dress, seated here
and there at small oaken wood tables
children running to and fro, and playing
hide-and-seek outside crowd of young
men and women sitting at small tables,
and pouring now and then glass of foam
ing beer such were the principal features
which struck me on entering.
1t was evidently gala-day, a fest tag, as
they call it.
"What Saints day is this ?" l asked of a
young damsel who smilingly tripped up
to me. with the usual question " Mt soas
kan er Ich dienen ?"
"No Saints day." said she, laughing;
"but great day, assure you, sir stran-
ger"
"What then?" said l.
"You must have come from far not to
know" answered she; "from wherep"
From Tntprlachpn F" said
"Ah, that is far indeed! Well, this is
the Orphans festival Ach, Cot! you
come just in time And did not know
it?"
NO." said l. "Tell me what is the
Orphans festival?"
"Ach der .fremder :" she cried, with
amazement. "Knowest nothing of it
Well since a month we spoke of nothing
else. The Herr Land Amman has built
large and beautiful house, where all the
orphans are received who can be found in
the Oberland A beautiful house it is
And what crowd of boys and girls,
neatly dressed, and fed, and taught by
PtarTer Linden! And to-day there is a
great feast; it is the birth day of the Am
mans wife A dear lady she is And all
and every one is invited! Only think
BY three o'clock we shut up house and
hof and go all there. Not soul will be
here, Herr stranger. SO thou must go
with u.s."
| said | would, and soon perceived, ali
around me, that the topic of conversation
was the festival, the beautiful house, the
generous, liberal Amman, who became so
rich in foreign lands, and was not proud,
but just as kind and friendly as before.
When the appointed time approached
| looked around for conveyance; for my
hard ridden horse | would not use, as the
following day had long journey before
me- But not an animal could be had all
were engaged.
"WelcOme to scat in my wagon, stran-
GER" said an elderly man who perceived
my need" "Welcome. and honor to me-"
With these words he reached me his
broad and callous hand, smiling with the
pleasure it afforded him to take q stranger
up to the festival. Jumped / into the prof
fered seat, and soon we were winding our
way through the passes and glens of this
magnificent wilderness. Visitors before
us, visitors behind, we formed long file,
and joyful party we were. Now and
then a song would he started in one con-
veyance, and the chorus taken up by the
whole line. Then there was distant
conversation, such as only mountaineers
| can hold, accustomed to hail one another
| a miles distance, from mountain side to
| mountain side.
And the subject OF the conversation
The Herr Land Amman, his riches; his
kindness his Trudchen-how sweet, how
careful of the aged and poor
Trudchen | heard the name but once.
For all the while it was the Frau Land Am
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