The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-05-26

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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 for
ester's breakfast had been waiting 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, aud holding out
to him bunch OF wild flowers which she
bad gathered, he decided that pretty girl
looked better at sunrise even than by sun
set.
That'was the beginning OF it.
The prim housekeeper wondered what
became of her master, until all capacity of
establishment was lost, while good Yeri
and his wife, though they we're wonderful
ly benefited ana honored by the old judges
friendship, were marvelously puzzled to
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 would be received.
The gravest 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 civili-
ties on the part of the old gentleman.
As for trout, the good woman kristine
was weary of cooking it, 80 much of the
fish did the good old judge bring to the
chalet.
He never said much to Lotte, spoke like
a father to her, and certainly never enabled
the pretty girl to guess what was in his
heart.
This life went to the end Of June, when
the tall mountain grass was ready for the
scythe.
The old judge, however, had never slept
at Yerl's except upon that one particular
night when first he visited the forest.
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 he found that, judge and
orator as he was, he could not plead for
himself
"What ails the old Judge, tonight !"
thought the forester. "He does not seem
himself"
The time went on and when at last the
Judge decided that he would defer il until
the morning, the forester made the discov-
cry that it was dark and the moon would
not be up for two hours 80 the good judge
was invited to stop for the night.
He had no idea that his remaining put the
primitive family to any inconvenience, no
more than at the moment he LEARNED he
took Lotte's room from her.
But, in fact, the young goat-herdtss was
carried off to her mothers room for the
night, while the forester made himself up
bed of turs, &C, on the ground Of the liv-
ing room.
He thought the girl looked pale and anx-
ious, but be could not defect that she was
in deep tribulatlon.
A little while and the forest hut was quite
quiet-not light to be seen.
Now they have habit IN parts OF Swi,Z.
erland of cutting the high grass by NOON
light, the belief being common that the
grass so cut makes better hay than that
which falls beneath the scythe in sunlight.
The old judge, unable to sleep, was turn
ing over in bis mind what he shonld say on
the following day to the forester, when he
heard the tinkle of the cow-bell, the lum.
bering of heavy wagons, and tho rattle of
talking and singing voices, all of which
gradually approached.
Not ignorant of the custom of moonlight
hay making, tie old judge found the rustic
sounds rather soothing than not, when he
thought he heard tapping at the window.
He listened, and the sound was repeated.
He knew that the window was ten or
twelve feet from the ground, and that it
could only be reached either by ladder or
by climbing the vine which grew on the
wall about the lattice.
A thief? What thief would tap at a win
dow What could a thief hope to steal in
that poor place, unless
The old judges heart began to beat high.
And as though in reply to his thoughts,
soft, pleasant voice called, as the tapping
was heard again, "Lotle"
He moved off the bed-for he had laid
down in his clothes, too weary with think
ing over the grand question even to undress
and drawing near the window, he saw by
the light of the moon, which had now just
topped the 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 lattice;
there was low, bright laugh, and the
young man leaped lightly and blithely into
the room.
Sand whom have we here ?" suddenly
cried the judge, bouncing upon the in
truder.
The youth uttered low cry, but offered
no resistance.
"What thief in the night are you ?"
80 please your good worship" said a
clear, pleasant voice, II am no thief, but
Wilhelm, only son of the wood ranger at
Kusnach, and ! came to see my Lotto !"
"Thy Lotte !"
$50 please you, she is my wife!"
"Your wife"
SAY, messire; twas an Unterwalden
wedding. It's our custom here in this
canton, and am but waiting for my APP
pointment as ranger, which | hope to get
by the interest of one Messire Seller, an ex-
judge, 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 sunlight"
"Oh, then, the interest Yeri's daughter
has shown in the old judge comes out of
the hope that he will help these 10 thy ran
gership?"
"'Tis exactly go, messire. am no
thief, but an honest man, and Lotte's hus-
band by law of Unterwald!"
SLOW long since p
"These fair six weeks"
The very time during which che had
looked at him 80 earnestly.
He understood the look then.
"Begone, young man. think | 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 should have
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