The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1875-12-26

Eve in the year-stay! fairy tales never
Wouldn't WsTG tell the date If knew-but don't.
Such vas the state of things, however, on the
gath Of to rstbsa mope Spe
so. The baron had got up in the morning in
exoesdpgy bad and those nc t6 s5SIt Sa1
His two favorite wolfhounds, Lutzow and
Teufel, had received SO many kicks from the
baron'e heavy boots that they hardly knew
| ut which end their tails were; and even
Kloota himself scarcely dared to spproach his
| master. In the middle of the day two OF the
| principal tenants came to say that they we're
! little delay. The poor fellows represented
that their families were starving, and en-.
for snt the 40 Dhs Any
| cuse for venting his ill-hnmor. He loaded
the unhappy defaulters with every abusive
names in German is NO joke, can tell youl
and lastly, he swore by everything he could
think of that if their rent was not paid on ths
he turned out of doors to sleep on tho snow,
whioh was then many inches deep on the
eroupd. They still continued to beg for mercy,
| S;ll the baron became exasperated that ne
determined to kick them ont of the castle him.
self. He pursued them for that purpose as far
, his anger. Carl, who, as 1 have limited, still
mansged, notwiths landing the paternal pro,
hibition, to see fair Bertha occasionally, and
3 CHANGED at this identical moment to be saying
r GOOD. by at the door, above which, in accord,
l.. ance with immemoriai usage; & huge bush bot OF
n doing under it at the moment of the baron's
v appear ance, l never knew exactly; but mis-
: wrath was tremendous! l regret to say that
a his Ian Ruage was unparliamentary in the ex
Q treme. He swore till he was mauve in the face
q and if he had not providentially been seized
Il coal lscuttle-mistaking it for u three-legged
& stool-it is impossi BILE to say to what !epgths
n his feelings might have carried him.. Carl and
Y, Bertha picked him up, rather black behind
n Int otherwise not much the worse for bis acc-
d dent. In fact, the diversion of his thoughts
1t seemed to have done him good for, having
II sworn a little more, and Carl having left the
re castle, he appeared rather better After having
le endured so many and varied emotions IL ls
+, hardly to be wondered at that the baron re-
D, euired some consolation 80, after having
L. changed his tr-s-rs, he took himself off to his
y. favorite tuIret to allay by copious potation1s
n was emptied, and pipe after pipe was filled and
III smoked. The fine old Burgundy was gradually
It getting ntp the baron's head; and altogether
at The sh ades of the winter afternoon had deep
re ened into the evening twilight, made DINNER
I'd still by the aromatic clouds that came, with
I'd dieniied delberation, from the bsron's lips,
th and curled and Hoated up to the carved ceiling
,u of the turret, where they spread themselves
IN into a dim canopy, which every successive
or cIoud brought lower and lower. The fire
{: which had been piled up mountain-hi gh earlier
H. in the afternoon, and had famed and roared tt
lily that state-the perfection of q fire to lazy
IN man when it requires no pokng or attention
Ike of any kind, but just burns itself hollow, ant
IN then tumbles in, and blazes jovially for altt
Of tme, and then settles down to a genial glow
he and gets hollow and tumbles in again. 1h
he barons fire was just in this delightful " d.
tty capo" condition, most favorable of all to tn
ter enjoyment of the "dolce far niente." For
of little while it would glow and kindle quietly
the making strange faces to itself, and building
ard fantastic castles in the depths of its red re
,re- cesses, and then the castles would come dow
the with crash, and the faces disappear, and
the bright flame spring up and lick lovingly th
Df fhnp lErtnt md ha "a
her of improbable aud impossible womer
he hewn SO deftly round the panels of the old GA
are wardrobe opposite in which the baron
was cbolcesL Vintages were uePos.teu "eie a" u u
her by the tlickering light, and seemed to nod an
3 wink at the fire in return, with the famllarit
" as of old acquaintances.
airs Some such fancy this was disportiug itse
rite in the baron's brain and he was gazing at Il
psy, old oak carving accordingly, aud emittir
the huge volumes of smoke with reflective sloy
leve ness when q Clatter among the bottles on Il
table caused him to turn his head to ascerta
npo- the The baron was by no means
her nervous man ; however the sight that met b
tied eyes when he turned round did take away h
tina, presence of mind little; and he was oblig
ot TO to take four distinct puts before he had sui
nts, ciently regained his equilibrium to inqni
with " Who the-Pickwck-are youf" iThe bar
been said Dickens" but as that is a naughty wo
and we will substit " "Pickwick,' which
the eoually expressive, and not so wropg) Lett
ners. sse where was Oh ! yes. "Who the Pic
her wick are youp
AXIS, Now, before l allow the baron's visitor to
anu anu swer the question, perhaps had better Civ
Poot poor slight description of his personal appearan
@ iao' If this wasn't true story, should have lk
6 ar ~ ~ 40 resorS Cot veracity counels me to conf
aoly that he was not what would be generally c.
hAu sidered handsome; that is, not in figure, for
aBtle 1@ To- ~ a;,o onS sbona NOT verv nSi;l.e a bI
least ~,nnnlnndS,ng and was clothed in a brip
70 green tightly fitting doublet with red ht
! bsS berries for buttons. His limbs were long
ha9 slender in proportion to his statnre. hich
c@ouAe @ not more than three feet or 80. His head
into IT, ronnd yad berries sDarklsd amid his h
ew; which was silver-white, and shone out
M the the cheerful harmony with his rosy jovial f
:, was 1oIr at IL In anite of the sIlyer h air and
1t so oosjonai xrripEIa beneath the merry laugt
IN the 80 !, seemed hrimminI over With nerpet
ssibly oSontb The month veil Carnished with te
paint. Sbita and sonnd which seemed as if
lg on, onIS do annie instice to halliday cheer
et fell Oa o.On III n hnnnninn nnninl smile