The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-02-14
Mis1eIIaneOns Selections
From all the Year Round.
LOST AND FOUND IN THE SNOW


tains, is a fiat moorland, the Brock
enfield, wild dreary, far from men
The nearest town belongs to the mi
ners Of Adreasberg, three hours dis
tant, and the weather is not oftel
friendly to much intercourse. Th,
air of the Brockenfeld is nearly al
ways cold, the trees are stunted anC
overgroWn with a long gray lichen
which apparently protects them from
the wintry blast, and looks like the
beard Of an old man. No dowery
fields are here, no corn, not ever
potatoes, will thrive in this dreary
home of cold weather, starved anc
'deformed trees, long damp moss
reeds, and sedges.
Only rare wanderer passes this
way, or an emigrant trading in ca
nary birds, which are largely bred
among the miners, and brought down
to Hamburg, then to be dispatched
over Europe in the tiny wicker Gag
'es we often see them sold in. Oh
'perchance in the hight of summer
visitors from Hamburg, who ere
using the saline baths there, or con.
sumptive patients from the fr-needle
cure of Adreasburg, will drive to the
Brockenfeld to see the famous Reh-
berger Graben. Such visitors put
up and dine at the forester's house
the only habitation in this district.
1t was occupied some years age
by Paul Smitt, whose post was toll
erably lucrative one, the Hungarian
Government having made some
amends in payment for the lone po.
sition. But even the good pay temp.
ted few to accept the situation.
When it was offered to Paul, he
accepted it eagerly. 1t was the We,
ry spot for him. He wss a tall
sturdy, fine looking man, his hand
some face bronzed with long expos.
ure to the wind and weather; only
when he lifted his sugar-loaf-shaped
green huntsman's hat was there bit
Of fair skin visible along the top Of
his forehead. His quiet blue eyes
lay deep in his head, shaded by some.
what overhanging brows which gave
a stern appearance to his face. He
had always been grave; as a boy he
had not mixed in the sport of bis
companions, but kept aloof and apart
from them to study his forest craft
He loved his profession for its own
sake, but there had been a time
when he loved it also for the sake
of another, hoping by steady work
sooner to bring about the doubling
of his happiness. He had served
his apprenticeship under a loWland
forester, who encouraged and loved
the studious youth, and did not see
with any dissatisfaction that he
worked harder after the forester's
pretty daughter, Beatrice, came from
her city boarding school. Old Emil
Bergen was glad to think that a
young man he liked so much might
become his son-in-law, and relieve
him of all further care for his one
motherless child. He therefore,
brought the young people as much
together as he could, and once, when
a ticklish matter had to be reported
down in the town, instead of going
himself, he sent Paul, thus putting
him in the way for promotion.
1t was then, before he left for the
town, that Paul spoke his mind to
Beatrice. He had been working in
the wood all the afternoon looking
after the welfare of a young spruce
nursery, when she passed him with
a bunch of wood camelias in her
hand.
"Oh Paulr' she said, seeing him,
'look how many Of these 1 have
found. They are my favorite flow
ers, I love their simplicity; they
thrive in out-of-the-way places; they
are not ambitious" she added with
a smile. "Not like you, Paul"
"Do you dislike my ambition?"
"Oh no, but you sit evening after
evening over your books, studying
how to improve your position in tht
world, and think you might have
given us more Of your company"
Sand for whom do you think
work so hardT he asked, looking
straight into her face.
Show should I know?" she said
saucily, though she blushed anC
Hooked down.
"Do you care to know?" he resum
| ed, and as he spoke he advanced 1
step nearer her and took the hanC
that hung istless by her side; thu
other held the flowers in which sht
was now burying her blushing face
She knew what was coming; sht
dreaded it, she longed for it, sht
lseemed rooted to the spot as b.
some magic spell. She neither spokr
Inor stirred.
Beatrice, love you. l wished
to work to make position for my
self in which my wife could live a
lease as she had been used to do a
lhOme. I did not feel it honorable
Ito take girl from a good home Il
loffer her a less comfortable one. Yol
lied me on just now, or it would no
lhave been until 1 had house an,
range to call my own that 1 woul,
lhaye slept to you and said, Beatrice
II love you. Will you be my wife
But as it is, it is; and if you ca
give me only hope, Beatrice
She did not answer him one tin
word. Her head was only burie
deeper in the flowers; but she dii
mot resist him either when he dreJ
her closer to him, when he held he
in his strong embrace, and pressed
kiss on her bowed head.
"Say one word to me Beatrice" h
pleaded; zone word"
81 love you, Paul" she stammel
ed; and then hastily broke ava
from him and ran into the house.
A week after this the young ma
lleft for the town, where he stage
three months, and at the end of tha