Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1873-04-26

/ ask for II! L es, yes; she dreams OF
you every night. There, sit down;
| l will make her come out:"
Theodore sat down like one facin-
ated, and the fool gave him cluster
of grapes. "Eat that" said he;
''yo1 have given me bread often
enough for me to give you some
thing now"
Theodore, to please him, took a
grape from the bunch. It Was deli
cious. They were the real Marko-
bruner.
Moss laughed. Joining his hands
before his mouth he made sound
like the waking cry Of quail. 1t was
so true that far away in the fields a
quail was deceived, and thinking, in
the middle of the night, that it was
morning, called three times.
"What are you doing?" said the
young man.
''I am hurrying the hours, " replied
Moss, joyfully.
He repeated the same cry at inter
walls, and from the fields around
there came a thousand confused
murmurs.
"Let me do it." said he to Theo-
dore, '9et me do it. Gretchen win
come out, and old ReebstOock sleeps
so soundly he'll not wake up"
Then leaning over the fence he
initiated the first crow, slow and
grave, hoarse in the morning fog.
You could almost see the cock shake
his feathers and balance himself On
the railing. Five or six hens came
down the steps of the hen house,
looking at the moou above the roof.
:'You rogue" said Theodore,
''who taught you these things"
But Kasper Moss laughed gently
and whispered, ''DoR't ask me. Pm
q fool"
The hens, surprised at the error,
started up the steps again; but the
idiot, full of mischief, chased them
and made them futter and cackle.
Then, turning suddenly, he imi-
tated the song of the lark saluting
the morning. He put in it so much
tenderness that Theodore, with
tears in his eyes, strentched out his
arms and murmured, "Oh, Gretch-
enl Come, come, Gretchen, my loVei
my joy my life / Gretchen, it is
my heart which sighs for thee ~
He leaned against the wall, his
head bent down, dreaming of
Gretchen, and Moss continued his
sweet trembling notes.
Gretchen, in her light sleep, had
heard the quail, and thought it q
dream; then the Growing of the
cocks, and it seemed still a dream;
then the noise of the hens, and her
eyes opened. No light came in at
the little window, and she turned
again to dream of Theodore. But
when she heard the lark, when the
soft trembling notes reached her
heart, she rose gently, saying, ''Yes,
it is morning"
She slipped on her pretty dress
and turned to the open window.
Theodore had heard her move.
He started to escape; but the mo-
ment the shutter was thrown up,
his timidity vanished. He leaned in
at the low window, and notwith-
standing 3 low cry from the young
girl, seized her hand.
go Gretchen, Gretchen" he said,
al love thee %
The moment he had pronounced
the words he trembled violently,
Gretchen moved like a little dove
surprised in her nest, and with
blushing cheeks stammered softly;
Theodore, dear Theodore ]"
She could add ne more; for father
Reebstock's shutter opened sudden
ly above the window, and out in the
night air came 3 terrible oath, fol-
lowed by the words, "What do Isee
here?"
Everybody was instantly conster-
mated. Theodore and Gretchen fell
into each others arms and then sep
arated, frightend at what they had
done. Moss, his arms in the chair,
ran swiftly away, making the cry OF
a duck escaping in the reeds from g
dog. His harsh, usual voice sound
ed farther and farther away. He
had something to laugh about; but
Reebst0ck did not laugh, and the ar.
tist, crushing his hat in hand, leap.
ed over the fence and ran towards
the orchard, while Gretchen, trem.
bling, closed her window quickly
A neighbOr's great dog, walked by
the noise, barked and shook his
chain.
Theodore walked the fields unit
morning, repeating, as in a dream
"Gretchen, Gretchen, L love thee p
Then remembering Gretchen ,;
words, Theodore, dear Theodorev
he thought himself the happiest oi
mortals.
About five o'clock he entered hi:
own house, and vainly tried tC
sleep, as he remembered that Reeb.
stock had perhaps recognized him
and might in future shut his door tC
him. This thought gave him great
uneasiness. The next day his sad,
ness had much Increased. 81 an
the most unhappy person in the
world, -: he said, sold Reebstock
will certainly do something terrible
It may be shall never again sec
Gretchen. If could see her but
once morel But l shall never dare
to pass the house.
Descending the steps with his SAD
thoughts for company, he walked
slowly along the street, his eyes fix,
ed on the pane and sign of the
brewery, which he could see in tht
distance. Nothing seemed to bC
changed Everything went on Al
usual. The herdsmen were passing
through the village, playing OF
their bagpipes, and followed by I
long line of goats and pigs; thu
young girls were going to the foun
tain, their pitchers in their hands
and Kasper Moss stretched out on |
bench before the public house, slep
quietly in the sunshine.
Theodore gradually approached
the brewery, his canvass on his arm
He was passing the door withou
daring TO turn his head, when b.
heard loud voices calling.
t1They are calling me,n he said.
The windows Of the large room
were open, and already q good mum
Der were at the tables; burgomaste
Weinlad, with his great red face, hi
large hat on the back of his head
his heavy cane between his legs; tn
tailor Zinmer, in his gray Jacket
his house besmeared with tobacco
his green cap pulled over his ears
! the little barber Spitz, his peWte
plate by the side of his bottle, hi
hair brushed up in q pyramid in tn
old French fashion, his loud voie
sounding through the room; these
! and many others. Old Barber wa
placing pans of curdled milk be
! hind the stove, and great sheets o
: sunshine, filed with notes, coverel
the tables and the seats.
= Theodore entered, much agitated
Father Reebstock, in his brow
coat with steel buttons, was sittin
near the clock, facing the. door,
Gretchen, who was looking out c
the window, dropped her eyes.
1 The men were talking together
All seemed as usual. But the me
4 ment the artist stepped over tn
e door-sill, Reebstock, raising his sri