Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1873-01-04
BIZ FRITZ REUTER-.

lTTanslated from a. Plat Deasschb By TIE Spring
field Republican,
was getting TO be an old boy; 1 had been
washed about the world here and there, LAYING
my head sometimes on a soft pillow, and some
times on pes-strav; but As L grew older, pea
straw no longer suited me as IN nv twentieth
year, Tor however willingly one may eat carrots
IN his chiid-ume, he none the less takes to roast
goose IN DIS after years. Folks said, 'sMarry. u
AID said, think of it," and went around the
holy matrimonial state like q fox around a
gooSe-pen. ''Hive her you must thou yht.
"and u get in is an easy thing, too! But when
YOU nave bagged her, 10 get out again." But,
then, when / thought again of the landlords
eternal roast pork and mutton, and of NV room
LOOKING ike this dear Gods earth on the day be
fore the creation, and how 4 had just one old
sacramental button Left, then said /, MARY -
AID the stupid folks said, Think Of it." SO I
always stuck between tree and bark, till the
years OF hesitation had began to grizzle over
my head, when stood one evening by the win.
gov win my pipe In my mouth, looking into
The snow was sitting lightly down from heay-
en-, and outside all was still, no wagon to be
heard, only the Jingins OF a sleigh in the dis
lance. ! began TO grow lonesome in mind, for
mindedly staring through the window, CObSler
LinSener drew up before his door a hand sled
load OF wood. which he had gathered in the town
wood-iot, and upon which Gay green FIR bush
"Now, see the rogue said L, ''he ought to be
making me that new pair of boots, AID here he
Is fooling in the woods. He has cObbled me ali
WI ISt ohN NC snail iuShC Auy DUOts
longer"
Istood till the cold set nay limbs shaking and
raised the goose -pimples up and down my skin
"Of course, said L, "a cold, nice snufiling,
and why not? NJ boots are in rags and the
wool that gave to Wife Byton she darned her
own stockings with, while mine had no feotings,
So stood till IL grew dark. 1 tried to strike
light, but couldn't find the finder box and when
1T length 1 had found it, the lamp wouldn't
and when at length had got the thing in gear
n went out right before my very nose-Wife Bv-
ton had not put in the oil. had no one to
With the cobbler's folks all was bright, and
merry Life and hurrah. L could see nothing of
il, for the curtains were drawn tight. Regular
curtains had no curtains. Wife Byton did
not understand curtains She had once in pri-
meyal times patched me up something that
looked like nothing else on earth or in the skies
After people began to ask me whose baby
clothes had drying in my window, laid the an
away. was nettled over the cobbfer. The chap
was not making my boots, but living like
count, while sat in the dark, without curtains
the embodiment OF snuffies. 1 made upon my
legs and went over the street. Wait a bit and
III put lively head on him.
When got into the room, the fr-bush stood
on the table and candles were burning Around
were making music on flute and trumpet, while
the screaming and Growing were assigned to Ba-
b. Mary, not old enough 70 walk, who clutched
Tor the lights and danced schottische in her
mothers lap. The cobbler-wife had set away
her spinning wheel, wore a clean apron and her
Sunday neckerchief, and her SUNDAY face too
smiling upon her children, and with a napkin
was unwesried In her excavations in search of
the MARKINGS mouth, which in spite Of her ex-
ertions now and then quite disappeared under
the debris OF gingerbread. The shoemaker
had covered the work bench with q sheet, and
was sitting with his long pipe By the stove, duly
provided with mug OF beer.
Well, couldn't 90 In there and scold. So
merely said, "G'd evening"" and had mind to
see what the sport amounted to. Well, tn ~
showed me everything, the ginger bread and
the apples, strings OF piebald beans, wreaths OF
OF sugar, which hung high mp in the fir-tree.
There Is one piece gone" said the cobbler.
We carried il through three years very well,
isg, there, bit IL of, when his mother was not
Watching. Yes, you were the rogue" said he.
tereateniDg the young one with his finger. al
>hau not 60 away with my work done," said
20 myself, modifying considerably, though Ihad
most down-pulling headache. But wnen the
cobeler explained 70 me the crowning piece Of
Adam and Eve before the fall, nicely
kneaded IN wheat-d0ugh, and painted yellow
With eggs and sasron-and the little Linseners
TODD up to the right and left of,our worth first
" Nheelwrfgat Langklas was boring into nv
lead with his duh gimlet, easy and then hard
ever piano forte, piano-forte-all hing and
scieeehing, and asking me ut the same time,
The cobbler could see that was on the point
OF illness, and when his little cherubim had
bAVPcIAs Iumpcteu uc out OF farauiSc ne went
over home with me- In search OF light, he
asked me If didn't keep matches.
90 keep everything" said I, "but only the
Lord God and W lie Byton know where to find
it, He helped me olt Of my boots. ''Wet
feet: said he, and L hadn't the new ones
ready Tor you" Helped me to bed. saving
"Wait bit, my wife shall come over and make
you some tea" and she did, too; but of what
happened fer the next fortnight I don't know
enough to tell much.
lay in . hard dream. IL was as II nv whole
room did burn and fare with fr-trees, aud on
each one hung wonder fine dough dollso Of Adam
and Eve and all Paradise; and when raised
up ard stretched out my hand toward them, 1
got . hoiey boot and . stocking without q foot
kTischADing and koring stood bet tween me and
the Christmas gin and huted and footed, and
the thousand lights danced before my eyes till
my head was all glimm and whirr. When
called ont, Enough. enough! I leave your
rather to you again!v and reached out nv hand
to the fine doll cakes, they drove me back again
uumpeting In my ears.
Boots to make! Boots to make,
Wharf.-The good of boots 70 make?
For such an old bachelor
Smacks no more the Christmas cake!
Il. began the old red glazed cup, which
etocf a my beds head, to grin over all its broad
shiu, :. face, and the whole room ran full of
holey cots, which all stuck out tongues, while
CSbL,er Linsener snapped them up, one after
another. strung them on Q string, and hung
them st the WINDOW for curtains. At my feet
were two, ever saving wood alternately; one,
for heating coffee, and the other worked over
+PIstt-Deutsch nicknames for Caroline and
Chrisfophers