Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1882-09-22
4 Eflfrt stury.
CHRISTIANA.

The young man is "A son Of our old
ncig Dor. Relnhardt: 1t is strange to
hear the name once more. is many
years since he died-iu his early
youth.
Yes farmer said h laus, taking his
pipe from his mouth. And the son Is
now fine lad OF tweuty-nay, he
must he near thirty-scaTcrly a lad.
How the time flies, Bariel so he ID
called has been away since his child
hood. He is now a guide III the
Tyrol, one Of the best, they say; AMI
he is spending fcw days only in his
native village Old times-old friends,
ueighbor, Let me bring the young
mar to YOU that he may drink mug
of beer with has fathers friends:'
Surely, surely" Farmer Heinrich
answered cordially, For his f,ther's
sake surely, even were II not that you
ask it.
lie is at the inn. will fetch him
presently.
Fetch him this moment, friend
X Klaus. We celebrate IN lay the birth
day OF my wife We nave never
missed it since she died. Chr'stel
will cook our dinner in the woods
the children are preparing for It now,
ana Won will join Us
What il mother is Chrlstiana TO
them, Would that | had such a
daughter, You have her and the little
ones and the dear memory OF Gretei.
whilst | - wlieless, childless
Aht we'll. aud now play the father
to NV Young friend Bartel.' He turned
10 60 In Ten minutes, farmer, We
shall be here Hungry. Scarcely Jet !;
We shall await the wood -dInner-bgt
thirsty. trust me. neighbor. th.ssty y
Heinrich gave slow, contented
laugh.
Ne shall quench our thirst he
said. as he went into the house.
\ noise OF little voices greeted him.
Dear papea, Christsl has made my
hair curl TO surprise thee. All night
conld not sleep for the papers that
stuck
"Hush, thou silly one. Do not talk
of the trouble that pleasure has cost.
Look. best papa, OF thy worn-out
coat Christel has made me this beautl-
! ful iacket-thou wouldst not know 1t.
MY hair will curl, and | cannot
help it, the youngest, Gottlieb, said.
And needed no jacket or pInafore,
for mine are good. but Christel has
| given me sugar cake, and here is a
piece | have saved for the all-loved
papa. 1t is a little soft, but thou wilt
not care: have held it in my hand
so bong whilst Herr Klaus talked, but
it is so good"
'Aad where is Christel" Heinrich
asked, as he put the crumbled cake
in his mouth, and kissed the sticky
lips Of the donor.
She is packing the basket for the
feast the children said. 'Dost thou
want her? Let US call her. Christel
dear Christei, The father wishes to
lspeak with thee
The door between the rooms opened,
and Christiana came in, drying her
plump, round hands on a large towel
Heinrich looked proudly at the lit
tie figure in its short etnff gown. with
the long white apron and great bunch
lof keys.
Little daughter he said, 'neighbol
Klaus will bring IA friend to our feas
to day, young Bartel Reinhardt, anc
before We start thou shalt draw III
lsome beer
Yes, dear father Christel said. q
Twill go now for it.
| Watt said her father. "They arr
lat the door. Come in, come in, friends
Friend Bartel, | may call you, wh'
was your fathers friends friend. H'
lshook, the young man warmly by th'
hand. IF you had but spent your lif
in your native village, instead of wand
cring in the far mountains, yoa woult
have already known my daughte
Christiana. Christel, this young MAJ
is the son of an old neighbor-tho'
dost not remember him.
Bartel glanced at the girl, who wa
looking down at her keys shyly.
4 meet you to-day, Fraulein,' h
: said. 1T gives me much joy He wa
quite a man of the world, this Tyre
lese guide, who had talked with S
many travellers and seen so much {