The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1871-11-15
THE WORLD IS GOVERNED TOO MUCH.
La, WEDNESDAY,, NOVEMBER 49, 1871.

under the name Of Suzanne Frhcierique
MYRTLE, and that she was to be brought
up with their own little Fritz. fa
D OF course all the old wives in the
village came, one after another, to look
at the little gypsy, whose grave and
dreamy looks astonislied them.
HShe is not like other children" said
they, "She is a heather, a real heath
en-! You can see by. her black eyes
that she can understand everything we
say. See her listen to us now. Take
care, Father Christian, gipsies are light
fingered gentry. If you bring up such
a little imp as this, you will find some
fine morning, that she las strangled
yourcoclS and decamped." aef 81
600 to the deyil,p said Christian,
sand mind your own business. Iihave
seen Russians, l have seen Spaniards,
have seen Italians, Germans and
Jews; some were brown Haired, some
we're black haired, aud others were
red haired some had hook moses and
some had straight noses, but good men
were to be found among them ALL"
"That may be-" retorted the old
woman; "but all these people lived in
houses, while gipsies lived in the open
air. a a.,e,
Upon this, he took them by the
shoulders and then politely turned them
out of doors. '!Go-go," said he, ~
don't want your advice. It is time we
had some fresh air here, and we want
to see the cattle and wash the floor"
However they were not entirely
wrong, as was unfortunately seen
twelve'years later. i2
Fritz liked to fodder the cattle, to
lead the horses to water; to follow his
father to the fields, to SOW and to reap,
to bind. the slIeaves and to bring them
in triumph to the village, as much as
Mytille disliked to, milk the COWS, to
churn butter, to shell peas and peel
potatoes. : 80. s,, 49,.
The young girls of Dosenheim, wash
ing their linen in the morning, would
cali her heather. She, complacently
regarding her image mirrored in the
fountain, and seeing her beautiful black
hair, her rich, red lips, herwhite teeth,
and her necklace of brierberries, would
smile and murmur: aTa M
HThey call me lleaihen because am
prettier than they" ~. -
Then she would laugh loudly, and
stir the water with her little feet.
Catharine, seeing how things were
going on, complained bitterly. "Myr-
tile" said she, sis good for nothing.
She. isn't willing to do anything. I adj
wise, preach and scold in vain; she
does everything wrong. Why, only
the other day, when we were arrang
ing the apples in the fruit room, what
did she do but bite into the finest to
see if they were quite rips. Her great
est talent is muncling everything she
finds"
Bremen himself could not help seeing
her wild nature, and when he heard his
wife calling from morning till night,
"Myrtille; MYRTLE, where are your
oh, that naughty girl has gone into
the woods again black berries p he
laughed to himself, and said, "Poor
Catharine, you are like hen that has
Matched ducks they go into the water
--you fly frantically about on the bank !,
you call to them, but you might as we'll
call 70 the wind. 4o...;-.. ....-
Every year. after harvest time Fritz
and MYRTLE spent whole days away
from the farm, watching the cattle as
they grazed.
' They sang, wliistled, cooked potatoes
in the ashes, and descended the rocky
path in the evening to the sound of a
wooden horn. a
10 These were Mrytillc's happiest days.
Seated near the brushwood fire, her
beautiful dark head resting upon her
little hand, she would remain motion
less for whole; hours, lost in vague
reyeries. H.
The focks of wild ducks and geese,
that flew across the clear sky, from one
mountain to another, over the tops of
the tall forest trees, seems to sadden
her to the very depths of her soul. She
would cast after them a long, lingering
look, as into the depths of boundless
space; then suddenly rising. and
stretching out her arms, she would ex-
Fd"1 must go--I must go-yes, I will
go;T tlen she would bow her head
upon her Z knees and weep, and Fritz,
standing by her side, would weep also,
and say, .sbods a 4 a
"Why do you weep, MYRTLE 2 Who
has made you unhappy? sit one of
the young men in the village-Kasper,
-Wilhelm,o Heinrich Z Tell me, and /
will be after him. Come tell me.D
a"No."a bog3viiab igmaET a,t
""Why do you weep, then" saaaI
l. ~ don't know" "a: .sor.a i aoa
"Let's run to the Falberg." ,94..f.