Litchfield enquirer., 1879-03-27

ASC, AC loC AUb N1J HAOtAGI GO llC, 11ltA lSo not. He iss Frau Esenbach's son.
 ''And has he alse a good heart? ?" asked slyly. ''-*2 At. ''-~t7ft @''
 But there was no blush on her cheek and her great dark eyes met mine without embar- rasSlnent aez
 ''Oh yes, it iss Fritz who has a fiery good heart. And what he will say to day, Mees ---, he will say tomorrow, and the next day and other days, Thereiss not any change in Fritz, she added thoughtfully. He is-what you call it? He has scholars. And some day who can tell i--hs may wear gown like my father. It iss FLitz who does write-who does tell me of them all. Ah?" and she drew in a deep sigh, '1 do not understand, that haf no letter ]"
 Icomforted her as well as could and leav- ing our seat among the rocks strolled back toward the house. Fraulein still fingered. The cottage which the Jerninghams had taken for few weeks stood entirely by itself with only stretch of sand between it and the open sea. In the rear rough cart-track led over the tufted grass to the road. We had no nelghbors within quarter of mile, where a small summer hotel had brought the locality into mild repute, and as our vicinity offered nothing to strolling curiosity we were seldom annoyed by visitors from the former place. What was my surprise. then, as I approached tHo COItdSC IIOu Ouc Slut, Lo uHu StTduScI, dusty and travel stained, resting upon the broad steps before the open door. He had re- moved his hat and was wiping the precipitation from his forehead like one prepared to take his ease. One glance at his dust-covered gar ments his formidable stick, his general air as fancled-of purposeless peregrination con- yinced me that he wasthat pest of remote dwell lings and terror of defenceless woman a tramp.
 He rose as my dress rustled over the sand. He bowed respectfully, yet not with ab- jectness. Certainly there was nothing alarm ing in the appearance of this dusty, fair haired young man with a brown intelli- gent face and anxious, prepossesslng eyes, But they often had handsome eyes, and had known several of intellectual counte. nances.
 Madame, I come from Chairmany."
 "Chairlnany?" Oh yes Germany. They were always coming from somewhere and de- string to go further. Content was not an attri bute of the tramp. AllAhis did not reassure nae. It was, as have said, lonely situation, and during the day we were family of wo- men. 1 searched my pocket in nervous haste, and brought out lead pencil and a few pen nies, which offered deprecatingly. But he scorned the gift with nasty motion of his hand and an indignant protest in the German tongue.
 As the heavy, three -cornered adjectives and verbs began to fall about my ears, 1 staggered back ill terror
 He advanced step.
 1 had no strength to fly. 1 was too weak to call out, and there was Fraulein, feeble anC alone, advancing toward the house! Her foot ground the sand behind him. l made a mo tion for her to fly just as he wheeled about Had the girl gone mad? She gave g fain shriek and ran toward him with extended arms, her face whitening to her lips. Ther she fell in little heap at his feet
 He took her in his arms with an exclama tion of endearment. There are words the ten der meaning of which no foreign tongue car hide. He laid her head against his breast anG bore her to the house, following meekly ir the rear There was no need of explanation though that came later. It was Frau Eisen bach's cousin. It was Fritz, the good Fritz who had come all the way from Gottingen and many a mile on foot at the news of Frau lein's illness to find her and bring her home l remembered what she had said, that there was not any change in Fritz. and 1 was con vinced, although she seemed strangely blind t. the fact, that he had loved her tenderly anC long.
 They sailed in d week. We all went dowr to the steamer to see them off There was the usual crowd, the flowers appropriate to noth ing, the hurry, the excitement of compressed and scarcely concealed agony at parting, among friends for all of which we had no eyes to- day. We said ''good-bye'' with tears, and yet as they say farewell who hope to meet again We crossed the gang plank, k,-already the hands of the sailors had seized it's ropes, ther we turned for one last look. There was a sound as of mighty sob from the great steam CT, as it parted from the shore. We strained our eyes to find our friends upon it's deck They stood apart from the others. Fritz haC barred his head; Fraulein had thrust back the hood of her cloak Her great, sad eyes were searching the crowd on the wharf. She saw us she threw out her arms to us in gesture of unutterable love. Then she buried her fact upon Fritz's shoulder.
 Was it the sun in his eyes which seem te transfgure his countenance? Was it not rath CT the assurance of faith which comes to those who wait and serve? He waved his hand tC us. Slowly the ship turned upon it's keel. Ii moved away and we saw them no more.
 It is six years since Fraulein left us. Al first we often heard from her less frequently as the tone of her letters became more cheer full. Happiness IS content to glow and be si lent
 For year we had received no letter. Ther there came one to us full of spontaneous joy and at the announcement that she was going to be married to Fritz.
 ''And when you come to Germany again, she wrote, you will not pass by Gottingen. There are the University and the theater and the Garden of Plants ;and are they not worth that you should come and visit them? AnC there too, will be yonr happy Elsa, who has DO longer any desire to go away and see the world, unless it should be that Fritz will come to America. For Fritz does say that in you conntry- But there would not be in th' whole world paper or ink enough to tell all tn. beautiful things that Fritz does say of youl country. And if it was not that he dees lov, this land and is to have place in the univer sity another year, believe that he would gc and live always in America. He looks ove my shoulder while write, and he says, There will always be a welcome in our home for them all." And that is true as you know very well, if Fritz does say it."
 A REAL BLESSING TO WoMEN.-Mrs. Wal ter Hinkley, of Cotuit, Mass, called in con- pany with her husband, on Dr. David Kenne-