Holiday journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1879-1879, 1879-12-10
better at sunrise even than by sunset.
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what became OF her master, until all,
capacity or astonishment was left;
while good Yeri and his wife. though Z
they were wonderfully benefited and
honored by the judges friendship,
were marvellously puzzled to find an
answer to the riddle why Maitre Seller
came TO their hut four or five times in
the week. lT
One daya barrel Of rikvir--a capital
wine in those parts-would be sent
with Maitre Sellers compliments; and,
within a week, snd admirable present
Of sausage be would received.
The gravest condemnation Of the
poor old Judge, and the best proof of
the honesty of the couple, Yeri and
Kristine, were to be found in the fact
that the latter never suspected the real
basis of all these civilities on the
part of the smitten old gentleman.
AS for trout, the good woman KRIS
tine, was weary of cooking it, 80 much
of that fish did the good old judge
bring to the chalet.
He never said much to Lotte-spoke
like father to her, and certainly
never enabled the pretty girl to guess
what was in his heart.
The life went on to the end OF June,
when the tall mountain grass was ready
for the scythe. The old judge, how
ever, had never slept at Yeri's except
upon that one particular night when
first he visited the forester. He did
not know that he had been put in
Lotte's room; he supposed it was the
guests chamber.
But upon particular night in June
he had made up his mind to speak to
Yeri; and than it was he found that,
Judge and orator he was, he could not
plead for himself.
"What ails the old Judge to night?"
thought the forester. "He does not
seem himself"
The time went on, and when at last
the Judge decided that he would defer
ii until the morning, the forester made
the discovery that it was dark, and
the moon would not be up Tor TWO
hours, so the good judge was invited
to stop for the night.
He had no idea that his remaining
put the primitive family to any moon
| venience; no more than at the moment
he learnt that he took Lottes room
from her, But, in fact, the young
Roat.herdess was carried oil TO her
mothers room for the night, while tne
forester made himself a bed OF turs,
etc., on the ground OF the living
room,
The Judge thought the girl looked
pale and anxious; but he could not
detect that she was in deep tribu-
lation.
A little later, and the forest hut.was
quiet mot light to be seen. Now,
they have a habit in parts of Switzer-
land of cutting the high grass by
moonlight, the belief being common
that grass SO cut makes better hay
than that which falls beneath tie
scythe in sunlight
The old Judge, unable to sleep, was
turning over in his mind what ne
should say ON the following day to the
forester, when he heard the tlnkle OF
bow-bells, the numbering OF heavy
wagons. and the rattle of talking and
singing voices, all of which gradually
approached. Not ignorant OF the GUS
tom of moonlight hay making, the olu
iudPe found the rustic SOUNDS raGner
soothing than not, when he Thought
he heard tapping at the window.
In breathless silence he listened,
and the sound was repeated. he
knew that the window was ten OF
twelve feet from the ground, and that
it could only be reached either by
ladder, or by climbing the vine whicI
grew on the wall about the lattice. a
theft What thief would tap at
window What could thief hope tt
: steal in that poor place, unless
The old Judges heart began to bea
high. And, as though in reply to MI
81 thoughts, a soft, pleasant voice caile6
as the'tapping was heard again
"Lotte r. e.
He moved off the bed (for he hat