The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-05-26
THE UNTERwALD WEDDING.
Youth for Youth-Age for Age.

Maitre Seller was well-preserved, agile
gentleman of nearly sixty. At twenty he
thought of nothing but law; at thirty OF
nothing but pleading at forty he b. came
judge and only at fifty-five did he make
the discovery that weighing laws aud split.
ting hairs upon the meaning Of IDS and
phrases is scarcely all the pleasure to bt
found in existence.
AT fifty-five he woke to the consciousness
that he had wasted life. He was clever a,
every point in the common law of the I'm.
terwald, but he was not wise enough to
know that at that age one can scarcely be-
gin life over again.
If apart from the law he had ever pas
sion, it was quiet, half-doubtng love of
fishing; and therefore, when he gave up his
judgeship, and retired into private life with
the respect and even veneratioD Of all who
knew him, having arged all his life for
clients, and settled the differences Of other
legal anglers through nearly score OF
years, he fell TO angling tor fish as the one
Joy of his ife.
Indeed, it was this new occupation,
amidst nature, trees, f,wers and living
water, which prompted Maitre Seller to
the conclusion that he had made mistake
in life when he brought it down to the
grinding law from New Years day to st.
Sylvesters-which is the last day in De-
cember.
The old mans heart was desolate. His
quiet. resigned old housekeeper-a sad spin
ster who had thrown herself into the pa
thetic and tears early in lite -Mai,re Seller
found, now that he asw sky and forest daily.
10 be quite weaiisome woman and the
consequence was that Maitre Seller would
pack up his fishing wallet, with crust and
flask of white wine for his lunch, and &c
out from six in the morning till sunset.
One day, having caught trout until he
was weary of unlocking them, and the af-
ternoon being close-lt was warm April
that year he fell asleep under a whisper
ing fig tree, and there he slept the sound
sleep of innocencs for hours.
Then, as he awoke, he experienced that
wonderful luxury, a gradual regaining of
the senses, while 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
brake in the glade he saw mountalneer
girl spinning as che came slowly forward,
followed by two or three browsing goats.
The girl was about sixteen her yellow,
light, wavy hair was drawn to the back of
the head, and there fell in two long, red
ribbon tied plalts, while the black bodice
and poppy-colored skirt completed far
more charming picture than any the old
judge had seen in the court through all his
legal years.
He sighed lightly.
She stopped and looked about but she
knew no fear.
"Don't be afraid" he said, gently.
The girl smiled as she saw the pleasant
old gentleman, snd said, "Oh, no and
Bruttleworth and Mitclin would butt you
If told them"
The goats looked at the stranger in an
undecided way, and apparently resolved to
go on munching.
"And who art thou?"
81 am Lotte."
Sand where does Lotte live ?"
81 am the daughter of Forester Yeri."
"Ha, ha art thou daughter of Forester
1t reminds me have seen him in my court
at sessions and other times. Is his house
far awayf"
"But turn, messire, in the path, and
the forester will be glad to see thee, good
herr, if he knows thee"
"Wby, 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.
GOOD even, Yeri thy daughter has
found me. am Messire Seller, late judge
of the canton. Hast thou so soon fol gotten
me?"
"He "Tis Messire Seller ~ cried the for
ester, dofling his hat, and hurryiDg down
the steps.
81 feel asleep" said the old judga, look
Ing yet upon Lotte "and though AN still
as active as q roe, did not wake until the
sun had gone down. am long wy from
town, my wallet Is empty, and SO also am
l, and, therefore, l am asking thee for some
supper, Yeri."
"With right good will" said the forester,
holding out his hand, which the Judge took;
for in and about Switzerland the general
equality Of riches appears to create an
equality OF habits the officer and the pri-
vaie will sit down together, and the great
man of the district will not find himself i'll
at ease when he eats his supper with small
farmer, the latter, meanwhile, being per-
fec ly hospltable when face to face with a
man of superior social rank.
The good wife, KrisIine, now coming
forth with welcome, these four people
shut out the evening, atter entering Inc Tor
esters house, and Lotto 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 tureep, live
ly with pattern of wild flowers, was
ready for the soup.
Not much of a meal-but plain soup, the
beef which made II eaten with vinegar and
oil, black bread, and strong cheese, the
whole washed down with some blsckish,
sour country wiDe-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 on.
ly sixteen, and the old gentleman was by
that time fifi, eight, II a day.
II lay me, god judge, you will sleep
TIL late In the morning" said broad-chested
Yeri, when they were saying good night.