The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1881-09-01

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and took survey OF our surroundings.
at is altogether the wrong way
he said; ''but if we make haste back
wards, we may reach home before it is
very late"
My heart sank little, for the way
over which we had come was particu-
larly mountainous. There were places
which hardly cared TO pass after dark.
and Herr Scienning, with his short
sight. was. as he himself said, 'not q
pretty good driver" And how they
would laugh mt us! However, there
was nothing for it but to retrace our
way as swiftly as possible. Our con-
versation dropped somewhat, we both
seemed to have a good deal of thinking
that would not bear putting into words,
although we made q brave joke. now
and then, to keep up the illusion of not
caring.
''B1t you are getting chilled" said
| Herr Schenning, anxiously.
l was indeed shivering in the cold
| night wind that came rushing down the
canons.
''Will you please to put on my coatP''
he implored, in comical distress.
l stood but a moment upon ceremony,
| then allowed him to wrap the warm
garment about me.
"Now," l said, laughing. ''if you
contract an acute bronchitis, through
your gallantry, shall take you home
and take care of you." s.E5
THANK yOu," he answered fervent-
ly, ito be taken home, and taken care
of seems to me, just now, to be the
greatest good; if you would kindly
conduct me to some asylum for the
'imbecillious' should be forever CRATE
full. What compensation. think you,
can there be for our present woe?'
LET us await developments" I re-
piled, with, confess, sort of tremor
in my faith. I looked up ut the frown-
ing cliffs, and glanced at the yawning
CULTS below. The sun had set long
since; the night was deepening.
felt all courage fading; did not care
now "what they thought. I wanted
to be out of the terror of this way, safe
under some roof. ...a
'.Herr Schenning, do you remember
that snug ranch we SO much admired
rs we came along this way?"
'Yes, we must be near it; and there
indeed is the light from the little
house." nGs
We soon reached the gate. The
moon at that moment rose grandly
above the mountains, and poured her
radiance down upon the cottage with
its clustering out-buildings, its embow-
ering shrubs and trees, the orchard and
vineyard stretching far along the hill
side. The fragrance of mignonette
and roses came down from the garden
like old friends to welcome us.
''How lovelyr' exclaimed involun-
tarily.
''It is a little Blumenwald. said
Herr Schenning, with Il tremble in his
voice.
Our first greeting came from the
porch, cloud of smoke from gener-
Ous pipe, and from its neighboriood
came an unmistakable German voice,
making answer to Herr Schenning's
salutation. A rapid conversation in
their own language seemed to put us
us cordially within the cottage.
II 1inks you moost pc quite shilly,"
he said, placing chair for me near
the hearth, where q pleasant fire added
its glow to the hospitality of the kindly
voice. '.It is 20 cold auf der noun
tains; it is ped,ler you taste dis vine.-
Mein frau will pooty quick come; she
is NIT der shildren. Ach, she is come.''
he added, as Il fair-haired, rosy young
matron entered. Katrina, desc pc
zom young people vat got lost from a
pignigr
Zach, zor' exclaimed Katrina. COM
looking at us, as if she |
we might be the veritable |
Babes in the Wood, grown up. At
that, and the touch of womanly SYM
pathy in her look and tone, L burst in |
to hysterical weeping. Her arms were
about me in q moment; and what with |
her droll English, her humorous ex-
pressions, and comforting assurances.
soon recovered my composure, and |
glanced at Herr Schennilg to see how |
it was with him. Pale. and with lips
tensely set. he was gazing at Katrina |
as II intent upon penetrating some |
Katrina. in her enthusiasm, was run
ming about the room, and putting sup |
per on a table, quite ignoring the fact |
that we belonged TO picnic. Taking |
up book that lay upon table beside !
.Frau Heimsteher, and gave Katrina |
such a look that she came to see what |
was on the page.
each, yes: that is pring me from |
Germany Dy mein sister. She comes
pooty soon She makes asleep mein
kleine mann; mein leetle Ulrich. vat |
she give him de name. 1t is,'' she adj
ded, confidentially, ''de name of Won |
She lofe long. long ago. He is dead |
Ulrich! Ach. wat a peety! |
70 nice he vas, so wise, und. she 20 |
much lofe him! She will never get mar |
ried to any odder Won. Ach, no!' said |
Katrina, pensively, returning to give
another touch to the neatly spread I
table. tt.
Herr Schenning sat with bowed head. |
his face hidden. l heard soft footsteps |
and faint odor of violets |
came through the door. looked. There |
in the doorway, with the little Ulrich |
from her arms and clinging to |
her dress, stood golden-haired wo-
man, fair and sweet us any pictured |
Marguerite, although a little past the |
time of blooming youth. She looked |
beyond me, her blue eyes slowly dilat-
ing, to Herr Schenning, who had risen
and was gazing at her as if spell-bound
by an angelic vision. Her sweet face
flushed like any rose, till. with an ineffa-
BILE smile and cry of joy, She reached
out her arms to him.
.'Uirich!'
Barbara, liebling! Ach, Gott in
Hlmmel! |
When, some months after this, Herr !
Schenning had taken out citizens pa
pers, and, with his little frau. settled
upon some Government land adjoining
Herr Heimsteher-who,a after all, hadn't
STAYED ut home, and hadn't M arried
Barbara-and had, rs II climax, disc Ov-
cred upon his ranch II gold mine that
promised to pay for working, l asked
him what he thought of the law of
compensation.
at is diviner' he answered, fer
vently.
A young school miss, whose teacher
had taught her that two negatives were
equivalent to affirmative, on being
asked by suitor for her assent TO mar
~ him, replied, mo, no." The swain