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aid to herself. 81 am lazy; I know

said to herself. 81 am lazy; 1 know I
am. God made me so.
AS she went on dreaming in this way,
she pictured to herself the farm, with
its cocks and hens, and then thinking of
the eggs in the barn, hidden under a
few blades of straw, she said to herself,
''I wish I had got two eggs now, two
hard boiled ones, like Fritz had in his
sack yesterday, and crust of bread or
salt. But, pshawI if one hasn't got eggs,
bIackberries and wOrtleberries are very
good, too
tAh! I see some there, she exclaimed;
Il see some
She was right, there were lots of them
on the heath.
In few minutes she noticed that the
thrush had stopped singing, and raising
herself on her elbow she saw the bird
pecking one of the berries on the arbu-
tus tree. She got up to drink some wa
ter out of the hollow of her hand, and
noticed plenty of cress growing all
about.
Then certain words she had heard
from the cure Nicklauss= came into her
mind; such thing had never happened
to her before. The words were these:
Consider the fowls of the air: they
neither sow nor reap; which neither
have stoFehouse nor barn, and God
feedeth themv
Consider the lilies of the field how
they grow; they toll not, they spin not;
and yet say unto you that Solomon in
all his glory was not arrayed like one of
these.
IF then God so feed the birds, and so
clothe the grasses of the field, shall he
not much more feed and elOthe you?
%, men of little faith! Take no thO't
for these things; for all these things do
the heather and the nations of the
world seek after; and your Father
knoweth that ye have need of them.'
sAh,' thought Myrtle, when mother
Catharine used to call me little heath
en-, I might we'll have made answer to
her, it is you who are heathens, for you
sow and reap, and we are good Christ
ians who live as the birds of the air.
She had scarcely ended these wise re-
Elections, when noise of footsteps
among the dry leaves made her lift up
her head:
sAlmani?
'AlmaniH replied Myrtle, with emo
tion.
TO what troop do you belong? Eth?
Eh?' asked the young fellow.
4 donit know; am searching
Then she told him how Bremen had
bro't her up, and how she had escaped
from his house the day befrOe. Mean
while the young Gypsy stood there
smiling and showing his white teeth.
'As for me, said be, throwing out his
arm, Il am going TO Hazlach; tomorrow
is the day of the great fair, and all our
troop will be there. Pffer-Karl, Mel
chior, Fritz, the claronet-player, and
COncon-Peter. The women will tell
fortunes and we will play music. If
you like, come with me!'
I should like very much,' said Myr-
tie, casting down her eyes.
He then kissed her, put his sack upon
her back, and taking his stick in both
hands, exclaimed: woman, you shall
be mine. You shall carry my sack, and
I will feed you. Now, fOrwardp
And Myrtle, who had been SO lazy at
the farm, now stepped forward cheerful
ly. He followed her, singingan bound
ing along on his hands and feet, as joy
GUS as could be.
Since that day nothing has been
heard of Myrtle,
Fritz thought he should die if she did
not come back, but in few years he
consOled himself for her loss by marry
ing Gledel Dick, the daughter of the
miller.
Catharine appeared quite eOntented,
for Gledel Dick was the richest heiress
in the village.
Bremen only was still sad; he had end
ed by loving Myrtle as if she were his
own child.
One winters day he was looking out
of the window, and on seeing a Gypsy
woman in rags, with a sack on her
back, crossing the valley, which was all
blocked up with snow, he sat down,
drawing deep sigh.
What is the matter, Bremer?' asked
his wife.
AS he did not answer, she went up to
him and saw that he was dead.
(CORcLusiOr.)