The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-11-27

The red.checked coarse white cloth
was soon upon the table, the wooden
spoons and platters laid, and the big
turreen, lively with pattern of wild
flowers, was ready for the soup.
Not much for meal-but plain soup,
the beef which made it eaten with vine
gar and oil, black bread and strong
cheese, the whole washed down with
some blackish, sour country wine - yet
the old judge thought he had never eaten
such meal.
To tell the truth at once, the old judge
was in love with Lotte, though she was
only sixteen, and the old gentleman was
by that time fifty-eight, if day.
81 lay me, good judge, you sleep till
late in the morning." said broad
chested Yeri, when they were saying
goodnight.
"Oh, no." replied the judge, wishing
to cut good figure before Lotte II
never was more active that L am. 1
shall be up with the lark, and before
any of you"
Nevertheless, though they softly called
him three times, he never woke, and
in fact did not present himself until the
forester's breakfast had been waiting O
whole hour.
The forest girl had been out and away
for 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 at
sunrise even than by sunset.
That was the beginning of it.
The prim housekeeper wondered what
became of her master, until all capacity
of astonishment was lost, while good
Yeri and his wife, though they were
wonderfully benefited and honored by
the old judges friendship, were marvel
lously puzzled 10 find an answer to the
riddle why Maitre Seller came to their
hut four or five times in the week.
One day barrel of rikvir, capital
wine in those parts, would be sent with
Maitre Sellers compliments, and within
week, an admirable present of sausage
would be received.
The greatest condemnation of the poor
old judge, and the best proof of the
honesty of the old couple, Yeri and
Kristine, were to be found in the fact
that the latter never suspected the real
basis of all these civilities on the part of
the old gentleman.
AS for trout, the good woman Kristine
was weary of cooking it, so much of the
fish did the good old judge bring to the
chalet.
He never said much to Lotte, spoke
like father to her, and certainly never
enabled the pretty girl toguess what was
in his heart.
This life went to the end of June,
when the tall mountain grass was ready
for the scytbe.
The old judge, however, bad never
slept at Yeri's except upon that one par
ticular night when first he visited the
forester.
He did not know that he had been
put in Lotte's room-he supposed it the
guests chamber
But upon that particular night in
June he had made up his mind to speak
to Yeri, and then it was found that,
judge and orator as he was, he could not
plead for himself.
" What ails the old judge, tonight ?'
thought the forester, 4" he does not seem
himself
The time went on, and when at last
the Judge decided that be would defer it
until the morning, the forester made
the discovery that it was dark and the
moon would not be up for two hours SO
the judge was invited to stay for the
night.
He had no idea that his remaining put
the primitive family to any inconveni-
ence, no more than at the moment be
learned he took Lotte's room from her.
Butin fact the young goat-herdess was
carried off to her mothers room for the
night, while the forester made himself
up bed of furs, etc., on the ground of
the living room.
He thought the girl looked pale and
anxious, but he could not detect that she
was in deep tribulation.
A little while and the forest hut was
quite quiet-not light to be seen.
Now they have habit in parts of
Switzerland of cutting the high grass by
moonlight, the belief being common
that the grass so cut makes better hay
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