The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-11-06

Then as he awoke he experienced that
wonderful luxury-a gradual regainlng
of the senses-while a sweet voice was
singing in the distance.
When he sat up and rubbed his eyes,
he found that the sun had set, and that
he himself was rather sitter in the
limbs than was comfortable.
The voice came nearer, and through
the break in the glade he saw noun
taineer girl spinning as she came slowly
forward, followed by two or three brows-
ing goats.
The girl was about sixteen; her yell
low, light wavy hair was drawn to the
back of the head, and there fell in two
long, red ribbon-tied plaits; while the
black bodice and poppy-colored skirt
completed far more charming picture
| than any the old Judge had seen in court
through all his legal years.
He sighed lightly.
| She stopped and looked about, but
she showed no fear.
"Don't be afraid, " he said, gently.
The girl smiled as she saw the pleas
i ant old gentleman, and said, go, no );
and Bruttlewart and Michlin would butt
you if told them"
The goats locked at the stranger in
an undecided way, but apparently re-
| solved to go on munch1ng.
| "And who art thou ?"
| stI am Lotte."
"And where does Lotte live ?"
F' l am the daughter of the Forester
Yeri."
"Ha ha art thou the daughter of
the Forester Yeri? / remind me have
seen him in my court at sessions and
other times. Is his house far away p
'' But a turn, messire, in the path
and the forester will be glad to see thee,
good herr, if he knows thee.
"Why, whom have we here ?'' asked
the forester, looking out from the head
of the stone steps, which led from the
living floor of his forest home to the
ground.
ssGood-even, Yeri thy daughter has
found me. / am Messire Seller, late
Judge of the canton. Hast so soon for
gotten me q
"Hel 'Tis Messire Seller !" cried
the forester, dofing his hat and hurry
ing down the steps.
stI fell asleep - said the old Judge,
looking yet upon Lotte; and, though
/ am still as active as a roe, I did not
awake until the sun had gone down. ]
am long way from the town my wal
let is empty, and so also am and,
therefore, 1 am asking thee for some
supper, Yeri."
with right good win," said the
forester, holding out his hand, which
the old Judge took for in and about
Switzerland the general equality of
riches appear to create an equality OF
habits the officer and the private will
sit down together, and the great man of
the district viii not find himself i'll at
ease when he eats his supper with q
small farmer, the latter meanwhile,
/ 11l
serv1e, and rarely uncomfortable, when
face to face with a man of superior
social rank.
The good wife Kristine now coming
forth with a welcome, these four peo-
pie shut out the evening, after entering
the forester's house, and Lotte and her
mother fell to work preparing supper.
The red checked, coarse white cloth
was soon upon the table, the wooden
spoons and platters laid, and the big
tureen, lively with a pattern of wild
flowers, was ready for the soup.
Not much of a meal-but plain soup,
the beef which made it eaten with vim.
egar and oil, black bread and strong
cheese, the whole washed down with
some blackish, sour country wine-yet
the old Judge thought he never had
eaten such meal.
To tell the truth at once, the old
Judge was in love with Lotte, though
she was only 16, and the old gentleman
was by that time So, if a day.
'FI lay me, good Judge, you will sleeE
till late in the morning" said broad.
chested Yeri, when they were saying
good night.
go, no." replies the Judge, wishing
to cut good fgurge before Lotte
81 never was more active than I am.
I shall be up with the lark, and out be-
fore any of you"
Nevertheless, though they softly called
him three times, he never awoke, and,
in fact, did not present himself until
the forester's breakfast had been wait
ing whole hour.
The forest girl had been out and
away hours; and, as he saw her, with
the fresh morning color on her face,
and holding out to him bunch of wild
flowers which she had gathered, he de,
cided that pretty girl looked better al
sunrise even than by sunset.
That was the beginning of it.
The prim housekeeper wondered
what became of her master until al
capacity of astonishment was left
while good Yeri and his wife, though
they were wonderfully benefited and
honored by the old Judges friendship,
were marvelously puzzled to find ar
answer to the riddle why Maitre Seller
came to their hut four or five times il
the week.
One day barrel of rikvir, a capital
wine in those parts, would be sent will
; Maitre Sellers compliments; and
within week, an admirable present OF
sausage would be received.
The gravesG condemnation of the
i poor old Judge, and the best prof of the
J honesty of the couple, Yeri and Kris
| tine, were to be found in the fact that
the latter never suspected the real basis
: of an these civilities on the part of the
J smitten old gentleman.
AS for trout, the good woman Kris
J tine was weary of cooking it, SO much
of that fish did the good old Judge bring
: to the chalet.