The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-06-12

" blSsslhS anu lhS MluOM t'SoAi toA-
ressed her son. .arr
C Mother, how is this ? Why did you
rise to-day, and what is here Z" and Cas-
par pointed to the widows cloak, for the
mother, worn with anxious watching,
had resolved TO seek her son abroad.
"You have stayed late, Caspar; very
late," said the widow, evading an
answer to his question, "very late.-
What has happened What news from
the walls ?n
I" We shall beat them yet, mother"
said Caspar, with forced smile g fear
not, we shall have merry days. The
Governor is strong in hope, we shall
beat them yet"
&c Alas my boy, you are pale and
weary, need rest and nourishment."
/" A little rest, mother; only little
rest," said Caspar, I" for to-day have
Jared nobly with our old friend, Martin,
of the market-plac / have drank wine
to-day, mother ; and see here is bread
for supper !" and the boy placed a por-
ton of the loaf upon the table, and
hastily quilted the room. Descendinga
staircase, he Enclosed O door which
opened into little stone-paved court;
goat ran to him, and gamboled about
him. Caspar, breaking the bread which
he had received from Martin, gave it to
the animal to eat. " Come what WILL"
said the youth looking mournfully upon
the feeding creature, g come what will
you must not go supperless, and Caspar
reserving only small piece for himself,
gave the remainder to the hungry goat
He then, with new looks of cheerful
ness, returned to his mother.
C Yes, Caspar," said the widow, "I
feel that this misery will end it would
be wicked to doubt it. Your love, your
tenderness my brave boy, must find the
recompense of happy days. Such virtue
cannot pass away unknown and unre-
warded.n
6 am rewarded, ten times over-paid,
dear mother; by your fond words-your
doting looks. There, you are better to-
day, am sure, much better,' said the
son. I" Let this hateful war once cease;
let these horrid tumults end; this sick
ening desolating want give place to old,
familiar comforts, and you will be
strong, be happy once again"
&C am happy, Caspar, believe it, pro-
foundly happy. But for these times of
peril had never known my son. Good
gentle, and tender, ever thought him
but had not known his full nobility of
soul, his generous contempt of WRONG,
his scorn of selfish times"
Mother ~ cried the youth, blushing
at the praise, and playfully placing his
hand to her lips. AS they sat embraced
in each other's arms, the still young
and beautiful face of the widow
face to which even sickness had
added soft and melancholy sweet
ness, and the flushed, animated, manly
countenance of the youth, presented a
picture of the purest love, the holiest af-
fiction, dignifying hearts; the love of
mother for her child, the answering de-
votion of child to parent. Never was
maternal tenderness more exquisitely
manifest; never filial duty more devout-
ly paid. Thus they sat, and Caspar,
looking in his mothers face, taught
himself to hope for coming health;
never had she looked 50 beautiful.
g Let the war be ended he thought,
" and all will be well again." With
those new hopes Caspar rose, and taking
small earthen vessel from the shelf,
| quilted the room. An hour more had
elapsed since the goat had taken her
scanty meal, and Caspar was again
about to descend the stairs that led into
the court, when he was startled by a
loud, quick knocking at the door.
"Who knocks there ?p asked Caspar,
his hand upon the door bolt.
g Open the door, Caspar Brandt; we
would speak with you" answered a
voice without. We are sent by the
burgomaster; honest men fear not the
magistrate
At these words, Caspar drew the bolt
| and opened wide the door. Instantly
the pa age was filled with the under Of
ficers of justice. 6 Caspar Brandt, y
said one of them, ''you must come with
us.n
"First tell me for what ?'' answered
Caspar, drawing back. a
"That you shall know in proper sea-
son, said the officer " in the meantime
you are our prisoner. f rsa
''Prisoner Impossiblel With what