The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-11-27
THE JUDGES LOVE AFFAIR,

At twenty he thought of nothing but
law at thirty of nothing but pleading
at forty he became judge aud only at
fifty-five did he make the discovery that
weighing laws and splitting hairs upon
the meaning of words and phrases is
scarcely all the pleasure to be found in
existence.
AT fifty-five he awol1e to the con-
sciousness that he had wasted life. He
was very clever at every point in the
common law of the Unterwald, but he
was not wise enough to know that at
that age one can scarcely begin life over
again.
If apart from the law he had ever a
passion, it was a quiet, half doubling
love of fishing; and therefore, when he
gave up his judgeship and retired into
private life with the respect and even
veneration of all who knew him having
angled all his life for clients, and settled
the difference of other legal anglers
through nearly score of years, he fell
to angling for fish as the one joy of his
life.
Indeed, it was this new occupation,
amidst nature, trees, flowers and living
water, which prompted Maitre Seller to
the conclusion that he had made mis-
take in life when he brought it down to
the grinding law from New Years day
to st. Sylvester's-which is the last day
in December.
The old mans heart was desolate. His
quiet, resigned old housekeeper Ia sad
spinster who had thrown herself into
the pathetic and tears early in life), Mai
tire Seller found, now that he saw forest
and sky daily to be quite wearisome
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 go out from six
in the morning until sunset.
One day, having caught trout until he
was weary of unlocking them, and the
afternoon being close (it was a warm
April that year, he fell asleep under a
whispering fir tree and then he slept
the sound sleep of innocence for hours.
Then as he awoke, he experienced that
wonderful luxury, gradual regaining
of the senses, while sweet voice was
singing in the distance.
When he sat up and rubbed his ewes
he found that the sun had set, and that
he himself was rather stiffer in the
limbs than was comfortable.
The voice came nearer, and through
the brake in the glade he saw noun
taineer girl spinning as she came slowly
forward, followed by two or three bound
ing goats.
The girl was about sixteen; her yell
low, light, wavy hair was drawn to the
back of the head, and there, fell in two
long red ribbon-tied plaits, 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 pleas
ant old gentleman, and said:
sob, no; and Bruttlewart and Mitch
lin would butt you if told them"
The goats looked at the stranger in an
undecided way, but apparently resolved
to go on munching.
And who art thou ?"
81 am Lotte."
"And where does Lotte live ?"
:" am the daughter of Forester Yeri."
"Ha, hal" art thou daughter of Fores-
terY 1t reminds me have seen him in
my court at sessions, and at other times.
Is his house far away ?"
i" But turn, messire, in the path and
the forester will be glad to see thee, good
herr, if be knows thee"
Why, who 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. 1 am Messire Seller, late
judge of the canton. Hast thou so soon
forgotten me ?''
+" Ha tits Messire Seller ~ cried the
forester doffing his hat and hurrying
down the steps.
" l fell asleep" said the old Judge,
looking yet upon Lotte; "and though
am still as active as roe, j did not wake
until the sun had gone down. am
long way from town my wallet is empty
and so also am L and therefnrn L am