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

or by climbing the vine which grew on
the wall about the lattice.
A thief What thief would tap at a
Window What could u thief hope to
steal in that poor place, unless
The poor judges heart began to beat
high. And as though in reply to his
thoughts, soft, pleasant voice called as
the tapping was heard again, Lotte ~
He moved off the bed (for he had laid
down in his clothes, too weary think
ing over the grand question even to un-
dress, and drawing near the window,
he saw by the light of the moon, which
had now just topped trees, that black
haired and extremely handsome youth
was clinging to the vine, his bright eyes
eagerly fixed upon the window.
The old judge silently opened the lat
tice; there was low, bright laugh, and
the young man leaped lightly and
blithely into the room.
"And whom have we here ?" sudden
ly cried the judge, pounclng upon the
intruder.
The youth uttered low cry, but Of
fered no resistance.
What thief in the night are you Y''
So please your Worship said clear,
pleasant voice, II am no thief, but Will
helm, only son of the wood-ranger at
Kausanch, and 1 am come to see my
Lottel"
"The Lotte !"
So please you, she is my wife !"
Your wife ?"
Ay, messire; twas an Unterwalden
wedding 'Tis our custom here in this
canton, and am but waiting for my
appointment as ranger, which 1 hope
to get by the interest of one Messire
Seller, an exjudge, who has been
second father to my Lotte, to tell my
father and hers that we are betrothed
and that we are ready to marry by sun
light"
oh, then, the interest Yeri's daugh-
ter has shown in the old Judge comes
out of the hope that he will help thee
to thy rangershipp"
"Tis exactly so, messire. L am no
thlcis pub au houeSJ Hldu, anu Louie s
husband by law of the Unterwald."
" How long since ?n
"These fair six weeks"
The very time during which she had
looked at him so earnestly.
He understood the look then.
Begone, you man. think 1 may
promise thee thy wife and place."
Next morning he was very grave, but
there was that noble something in his
face we are pleased to call resignation.
"Messire Seller, thou are not well,"
cried the forester.
Nay, better than yesterday. BY the
way, told thee last night l should have
something to say to thee. 1t is this-I
want thy consent to marriage between
Lotte, here, and one Wilhelm, only son
of the ranger at Kausanch."
The forester bent his head upon the
table as Lotte uttered cry and the good
wife clapped her hands.
"Neverl'' said he; 4" tis rare good for
naught!"
" No." said the judge, "Ill answer
for him.
"Thus, judgey"
Eyes; he will make her good hus-
band"
I" But he has no post he has moth
ing"
Il promise you he will have the un-
der-rangership."
well, now, messire, when thou
pleadest to me, tits as thou didst when
thou vert lawyer, and if my girl says
aye"
Lotte looked at the judge meaningly
and said:
" do not hate him, father"
"Then tits settled" said Yeri.
So the old judge went home wearily,
a sadder and wiser man. The forester,
Yeri, wondered why the old judge never
came, while the presents were sent as
before, and the melancholy housekeeper
marveled that the master gave up fish
ing.
Seller was quite happy, but never a
word said he. Not even once again did
he go to the hut in the forest, and he
benefited by the lesson he had learned
that youth is for youth, and that if it
is thrown away in the early summertime
of life, it is not to be picked up again in
the autumn of existence. For no man
can retrace his life.
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