Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1875-06-18

Is dIl u klNt hli Olt bl'ihiphos A@i9NHN'
is alone as usual. l am sorry for the girl
she must alter before she will get lover.
Men like giil who can chat little and
laugh at their jokes, not seem TO be dream
ing of some one in the stars while they are
speaking"
Meanwhile the children of Frau Knatge,
the wirthn, having TO amuso themselves
while their mother was running hither and
thither among her guests, were dragging
the baby TO and fro in little cart. Baby's
round face, oddly placed in its little rims
of cap, peeped over the top Of the cart the
wheels made a frightful noise, scroop,
Scroop, Scroop. All of sudden there was
an oulcry Roschon, little woman oftwo,
trotting steadily beside this majestic equip
age, had been overthrown by its great
speed, and lay prone and squealing upon
the highroad. 1t was Lischen who ran TO
pick the child up, soothed her, and rocked
her TO sleep upon her knee. The little
head lay pillowed on Lischens bosom.
The cart went scrooping up and down as
before.
The dancing went on. Between the dane
es, two or three singers would stand up
and take parts in a VolkSlied, and all the
rest, listening calmy, would afterwards
hammer a little encouragement with their
pots of beer then fresh waltz would be-
gin. The sun began TO sink (; the shadows
on the hills grew violet the waters of the
Rhine, seen between two slopes, began 10
wear 4 tender glow. Frau Knatge came
and thanked Lischcn for her care of the
child, and the girl smiled with a strange
smile which was quite her own, and gently
smoothed the little head. The village shep-
herd came down the hill, walking slowly,
because one of his sheep was lame. They
fol lowed him obediently, quickening their
pace when he uttered his sharp "Brrw and
turning eff by twos and threes as they
came to their own lanes or their own home
steads. The young. people began to separ-
ate, but Lisa did not like to move on ac-
count of Roschen, who stll slept. The
shepherds note came with the soft distinct
ness OF distant noises in the evening, and
the grasshoppers close at hand seemed to
mimic him with their smaller "Brr Brr -
A stranger had come up unobserved by
Lisa, and seating himself at the board, had
bNNh SNiNNb WIN Aht Eluss luD Oh
| small beer. He was an Englishman, with
pleasing face and observant eyes, which
soon fell upon Lisa. He took out his sketch
book, and rapidly transferred to it the oval
| contour OF her face; her far-seeing un-
troubled gaze the child nesting on her
shoulder; the vine foliage behind. al
would give silver grCschen for that girls
| thoughts" he said TO himself She was in
fact, thinking:
"What quietness there is in the air; all
around about this noise. The quietness
seems TO belong TO me. 1t is very bcauti-
ful, yet l thinx' l should like to have
danced"
"FrauleiH, will you have a waltz with
me?'
The stranger, whom she knew at once
| for a foreigner and a gentleman, in his
rough tourists dress, stood smilingly be-
fore her. She started and blushed and her
eyes came suddenly back from her thoughts.
She stood mp with little courtesy which
had a simple dignity in it.
"No, tina nix you, Mein Herr"
"Do you not like TO dancef"
"Yes, l think so; very much but it
would not be pGSSend for me, a poor girl"
He received her little lessons in manners
with submission, thinking as he watched
her speak: at is the purest, truest wo-
mans face 1 ever saw"
"Then, will you at least kindly point me
cut the way to the Low enberg, Fraulein ?"
asked the stranger.
| "Willingly," answered the girl and she
was glad TO repair her rejection of the
dance, "I will come and show you the
way"
He thanked her, and she went on carry
ing the child. The Bauerin had watched
the little drama, and now nodded to her
neighbor. "If it had been Katinkal But
Lischen has no beauty" Young Harry
Thorpe did not think so, as he watched the
healthy, well-poised form pacing steadily
before him, n little bent back by the bur
den.
"The child is heavy for you," he said.
| Lischen looked down on il lovingly.
"She sleeps so sweetly, / could not dis
turb her,
els she your sister?"
"No; have no sister. live here" she
suddenly added, pointing TO small half
timbered cottage on little rise.
"Are both your parents living2" He
liked to see her clear, clean-cu lips part
ing over her even teeth, as she gave her
simple answers.
"No," she said. 81 only remember my
parents little my father was very weak
and very poor, and when he died, old
| Father Muller took me. He was very
good and sent me 10 school. kept his
house while he Travelled ) for he is ped
lar, sir. What, RoschenS arc the little
eyes opening? All! it is only a peep
ood-night again. We turn up this way
sir, by the poplars."
"You say Father Muller was kind to you
Is he not kind now3"
ale is kind and gentle, always deal
little father but when he came home las
autumn, he brought with him a wife, ant
she is not as kind rs Father Muller" Lis
chen shook her head.
"And so she keeps his house now. Ant
what do you dOY'
~ do what l can. No one wants mt
much now. Round this corner Of the rocl
we shall see Lowenberg. There it isp
"MagnidcentW cried Harry Thrope, tn
first word he had spoken in the Englisl
language. Before him on a rocky emf
nence, stood the old castle, hidden away il
its mountain nook. Its old towers frown
ed defiance still, though there were now NJ
foes to defy, and those ancient eyes, 1t
windows, were blind and dark. Ivy AM
other growth clung about it, and caught
stone crop glowed upon the grey stsnes o