The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1882-01-04
COMPENSATION,

We wero'Blttinp, Herr locnOhillhB huu
ir ], In the shade 81 some young TodwQods,
FIR up In tho mountain SIDE, having
Btrayed little from our own band u
picnickers. The trees, scarce moving IN
the light brebze, dropped their long
' shadows down the grassy slope, where,
gpH IN the, sunny places, the yellow butter.
# III, flies fitted in and ont aIDongtbe purple
lilies. The madronas spread their broad
Ts and shining leaves TO the sun, delight.
ing IN its feryent heat, aud making cool
Shades whore the deer might rest When
there were no picnickiaD royels 20 dose.
1850 crnte their tnde. Through our sym
-'".e pathywith this beautiful spirit oil aoll-
tlde there had fallen upon us long 81
lence.
"What news have ydni from home B"
asked Herr Schcrfniug Mt last, merely
by way d saying someuuing. IL
~ 81 @Witbonth movement Of nusclo b
$500. SHOW That he LID heard me, no continued
TO gaze AZ The mountains, or rather far
% 90 VI beyond them, 10 some white clouds
slowly sailing through tho blue ! was
about 10 repeatIlg quesii0n,' butpaussl,
seeing the color 1leniUn his dark Ger
man lnce, and presently, with u great
sob, rs the ilood-gates bust came the
cry:
5f.tooM" Ach, ii have no letter iron, homey
q -" III He buried his taco In lis hands, and
WIN ulsIIlay SAW luB hNllllhllluB ltAfb
slip through his fingers, but the storm
was US brief as it was intense. Hcrr
Schenning was not one TO give way 10
maudlin grief.
"You must think am u gliicring
% idiot y hesaid, as he laugningly shook tlie
last tear, from his fingers. .. ~ ,...
mo" answered; al think You lre
homc y md tn0wt he1aarySl that
1
overpo@eritg 0ttack OF H. Your qUoo.
tion-wss q drop added To nay heat iull
cup. That tree (pointng TO u Gr tree
.r that lowered " tho as), wiihits great
waving and whi,lpppg lo0gbs had
Borne me fdi thSonsh 'yonder calm Sky
~ the FatherlanJ. ] WIS Il boyngnlu,
and bad. strayed TO my i,vorts fir taco ut
the edge OF the forest; locked IN its
branches, heard the wild songs OF the
r woodland | saw the SILVER cleaning Il
blurg lowing down the klnne; | SAW
....' the blooming orchards. Tie bird.hmuted
grove and tho little wlnte house Of
Blumeuwuld. The fragrance Of its
flower garden came t. me across tho
meadow, and / knew who walked tnure
wearing in her golden hair the blue iow
ers that loved-my little Eorbna. L
cannot remember the timo when ! did
not love her, and think Of her as mine.
for ler 4 'tu,neu ana su"eB eu H'l,
won my hchooidoy pIHss 'ot hI'
Sought TO nuke hyFeA WY 'I'l non
gold Tor her dover, oply her
sweet sell more prcoi0n. TO me-
than all the gold OF OiIitofnHs-llcwell
knows too precious, | thought, ~ he do
graded by the slavery OF our od-wOrld
lie Of poyerty-fOr her dear snko | put
aside her little cllnging hands and Kissed
... her blending mouth, ana came away 10
nls grea, l sp",n ", .s, OF AN nm ,,r" =,
SO wrse WIN iIy ita'p ""a "t';H' eV
M l t,n ,H ~ n Ssc,pns ~ II iIsS worlGt
. o Su"'.s s,.r;,' "a, "a, h., ,,,S
fmtnne' I mnShst% shink how / mys
. goyel ana stgm. y, n IN 'he nroao .I DO.
.. wnGJripg ngn' o. t"s III, st'vnria Su"ps
world, WINE thoso VINO !, c1s' So"Ic5.Y
.-. write ihe plepel'li hpuiG7 uoy ,! Dou !, u'B
INTO Inc nv SteIloHs elT'n uuu nv 'ueI'
landa Sn'tellhS T'tn 'Fs"suFe. az noHe'
HhBht fhaNo "Mheu WIN IIihtr''
Here, poor, h''ciAd -lilpl s@y " =
somotmes weak with hunger, L wander
uncared Tor except when bome gentle
heart like yours brings me, lor p''y OF
my Loneliness, RIO PLEASANT day Ike
I'M. PM , ioIglvo .i inS LOT S'o"n'B you
""S =. p - LA" 81, ., r .,,,;.,
DloAen , In ue"t 1 eAol'i'cu
aid, euuSg i WHY VIII Ivy , Wm H. =
II." s s n'nh ~ "V 1u. W ,n ,I u". u
Sa'shoj ",'i,' "nt 81 ""m " II "rr ScGe",
niMg II dddcd obrnntly "why DOM
... , "n ,,b,r 1r;1o IN yl,,, ,ncs.t and
!oI pm' 5"'i p'Ss'GII ''N ~ GN''N' '''>'
..." ~ NJ io,,sbo3 '1iIimr 1T
10 ,tssii asf nv No. A. ot 1n -, g., all ,,
beside IL won,d not bo accSmI 81 %ar f' ~u'
%" .i' Not hhyo Committed suicide! Lhayeho
pldee, There or here II Z shonld ono
' '' DAY Slip from these sun1oyod height.
into some black abyss" wliSero even tho
, sti1ieht fails. 7 Should moi be missed /"
iii ,",.4I IsssWIatr'a.f said, S,'not even by little
Bn%sawS Tig q y W'a'inS '0f you III her
rE.aF t,." Heaven !" he cried, in apolhor ex-
ht. eth cess Of dopair, .there is no Que waiting
Ua 8. s,,i for me. Think you sueh fool, such .
l.u,u. bssgar as should be worth that? No,
the fnther was rght no dill well Ia
I,!.. marry her 10 Herr Heilnsieher, whose
broad orchard, stretch to Li,e verge oi
offend our loved forest Frau ltarbhra is rch,
Il trust, and happy, with her iar-hared
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