Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1869-05-28

rich in foreign lands, and was not proud,
but just as kind and friendly as before
! When the appointed time approached
| looked around for a conveyance; for my
hard-ridden horse / would not use, as the
following day 1 had long journey before
me. But not an animal could be had all
were engaged.
"Welcome to a seat 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 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 a long file,
and joyful party we were. Now and
then song would be 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 I; his Trudchen-how sweet, how
careful of the aged and poor
IFudc7ten heard the name but once
For all the while it was the Frau Land Am
na0nmin. But one said ooh, how he loves
Trudchen how he would do anything
for her p II
caunot express the feeling which tin
gled through my whole being, when
heard that name -Trudchen, the sweet
patient sufferer, whom had seen stretched
out on her last couch-an image of sweet
repos'ng love, sleeping in the arms of
eternal rest
"Irudchen ?"-I was going to ask my
kind conductor; but an exclamation of
general, joyful surprise Withheld me.
"Ach soie shon !" ("Ah, how beauti
ful!")
And beautiful it was The narrow
mountain pass opened al once upon soft
sloping plain, covered with sweet smelling
turf, through which nicely graveled path
ways curved in all directions, enclosing
the most lovely groups of evergreens,
roses, lilies, anemones and an endless va
riety of blooming flowers
Far in the distance, slightly elevated,
there came in view large and spacious
dwelling--it might be called villa. Its
light cOlored walls were adorned with
climbing plants; its windows with taste
full balconies, surrounded with flowers /;
while behind the villa loomed high
mountain peak, sheltering it from the
northern winds. In front of the dwelling,
on a large, neatly y-trimmed grass plot,
some fifty little boys and girls were play
ing, shouting, ,slaugning, running, jumping,
and evidently in highest glee
The view was SO really magnificent, 80
sudden, so like fairyland, that could not
help gazing around and before l knew it
the wagon stopped, my conductor alighted,
offered me mis- strong hand to get out, and
having performed the same service to
those who were with us, drove off; leav-
ing me surrounded by people coming and
coming, talking, admiring, exclaiming, and
evidently too much engaged with things
around them to allow me to ask them any
questions concerning that which had pre-.
occupied me since l heard the name of
| Trudchen.
l followed the stream of guests which
soon arrived at the villa-for such it seem
| ed-and dispersed in its spacious halls and
rooms, with that freedom and gayety, thst
decorum and respect ofpersons and things,
which characterize the people.
! In the corner of the large hall, which
we would call the reception room, saw a
comfortable seat, inviting enough for one
who felt physically and morally fatigued
to rest awhile. I did so, and was looking
around upon the increasing crowd of Joy
me, whom l soon recognized as the good
old doctor, whose acquaintance made
under sorrowful circumstances.
Ach. sind sie dd !" he cried, with hearty
joy "Sind sie a0urk1ich da ? (Are you truly
nere p Is it possiblel That is Aerrlich j!
herrlich I"
And he pressed me, Switzer fashion, in
his arms.
When recovered from the confusion
which these hearty and impetuous demon
strations always occasion, to me at least,
| said:
"Apd Karl-how is he ?"
"Karl ?" said he, "Karl ?"-and as if
his memory had received sudden jerk
"Ah, the Herr Land Amman, you mean
All, he is very well; very well, indeed !
Soon be here"
"Tell me-" said ], with an emotion
which tried in vain to conceal, "who is
his wife?"
His wife? Well, friend, thou ought
to know, to be sure; well-Trudchen,
sweet Trudchen."
Trudchen" I exclaimed; "what
| Irudchen =
"Well, friend, thou art beside thyself!
Thou knowest Trudchen, l think But,
upon my word, perhaps thou knowest
nothing of all that happened True
enough-thou art a stranger, though thou
speakest our mountain talk almost as well
as one born here, Thou must live far
away not to have heard of !"
"My good friend" said |, with slight
tone of impatience, 81 know nothing
live hundreds of miles from here. Tell
me, tell me-"
"And so shall" said the doctor, press
ing my hand and drawing chair near
mine. "You left us when Trudchen was
dead, and laid out to be buried-is it not
so? Well, we loved her so much; we
went so often to take look at her /
came the day before the one appointed
for her funeral, to see her once more. I
sat down beside her. felt her hands !;
her cheeks, which had yet blush on
them; 1t was all cold-but not so cold, it
seemed to me, as corpses generally are. /
put my hand under her back it was warm
1 called Magdalen; felt bewildered /
said: Magdalen, postpone the funeral, if
it is but one day
CSC Herr DOCTOR said she, that cannot
be; all the people are invited, and come
from afar'
"'She must not be buried tomorrow
said I: decidedly not. Postpone the
funeral for two, for three days Magda-
| len looked at me with amaZement But,
| ae T onoka with GREAT determination she