Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-11-11

cks, hung upon her conductors shoulder
Timidly be looked round-for, from some
reason, he appeared to fear all men
yet. in compassion for his feeble compan.
ion, ne wished to conduct her to some
secure hut, where her tender feet might
repose. There, under that ivy-grown
tower, stands lonely house belonging to
the lord CT the castle thither staggered
the unhappy man with his dear burden,
but scarcely had he entered the dwelling
than he was seized by the Prince, with
whose niece he was clandestinely clipping.
Then was the noble youth brought bound,
and where this plane-tree now spreads its
roots flowed his young blood The maiden
went into convent but before she dis
appeared she had this plane. tree planted
on the spot where the blood of her lover
flowed since then it is as If spirit life
were in the tree that cannot die, and no
one likes little twig to cut off, or pluck
a cluster blossom, because he fears it would
bleed"
Gods will be done I" exclaimed sud.
denly the old Count, and Departed.
That's an odd man p said the most
venerable of the peasants, cycling the stran-
ger who was fastening away he must
have something that heavily Expresses his
soul, for he speaks not and hastens away;
but, neighbors, the evening draws on apace,
and the evenings in spring are not warm.
| think in the white clouds yonder, toward
the Rhine, are still concealed some snow
storms let us come to the warm hearth. -
The neighbors went their way, while the
aged Count, in deep thought, passed up
through the village, at the end of which
he found himself before the churchyard
Terrific black crosses looked upon the trav.
eler-the graves were Melted over with
brambles and wild roses-no foot tore
asunder the enhancement. On the right
hand OF the road there stands crucitix.
hewn in rude art. From recess in its
pedestal a flame rises toward the bloody
feet of the image, from lamp nourished
by the hand of devotion.
"Man of sorrow" thus assembled the
prayer of the traveller, "give me nv son
again-by thy wounds and sufferings, give
me peace-peace
He spoke, and turning round towards
the mountain, he followed narrow path.
which conducted him to brook, close un.
der the fiinty, pebhly, grape hill. The soft
murmurs of its waves ripping here and
there over clear bright stones harmonized
with his deep devotion. Here the Count
found boy and a girl, who, having picked
flowers, were watching them carried away
as they threw them into the current.
When these children saw the pilgrims
reverend attire, they arose-looked
up-seized the old mans hand.
and kissed it. "God bless thee,
! children - said the pilgrim, whom
the touch of their little hands pleased.
Seating himself on the ground he said.
Children, give me to drink out of your
pitcher"
"You will find it taste good out of it.
stranger said the little girl sit is
our fathers pitcher in which we carry him
to drink upon the vine. hill Look wonder
he works upon the burning rocks-alas
ever since the break of dav; our mother
often takes out food to him.
Is that your father" said the Count
who with the heavy pickaxe is tearing
up the ground so manfully, as if ne would
crush the rocks beneath %
Yes, said the boy, -FOUR father must
sweat good deal before the mountain will
bring forth grapes but when the vintage
comes, then how gay is the scene ~
Where does thy father dwell, boy %
There In the valley beneath, where the
white gable.end peeps between the trees
come with US, stranger-man our mother
will most gladly receive you, for it is her
greatest joy when tired wanderer calls
In upon us"
Eyes" said the little girl; then we
always have the best dishes therefore do
come-I will conduct thee"
So saying the little girl seized the old
Counts hand, and drew him forth-the boy,
on the other side, keeping up with them,
sprang backwards and forwards, continu-
ally looking kindly at the stranger and
thus slowly advancing, they arrived at the
hut.
The haus-frau (wife) was occupied in
blowing the light ashes to awaken slum.
bering spark as the pilgrim entered at the
voices of her children she looked up. saw
the stranger, and raised herself immedi-
ately; advancing towards him with
cheerful countenance, she said
" Welcome, reverend pilgrim, in this
poor huff you stand in need of refresh
ment after your toilsome pilgrimage, seek
1t from us do not carry away the blessing
which you bring with you farther"
Having thus spoken, she conducted the
old man into the small but clean room.
When he sat down, he said
woman, thou hast pretty and ANNA
ted children l wish had such boy as
that !"
"Yes!" said the haus-frau. "he re.
sembles his father-free and courageously
he often goes alone upon the mountain,
and speaks of castles he will build there.
All /! sir, if you knew bow heavy that
weighs upon my heart 1.-THE woman con.
cealed tear.
Counsel may here be had" said the
Innnt sc he o,I -
If you will give him me, make knight
my castle will some of these DAYS be
empty-no robust son bears my arms"
dear mother I" said the boy, if the
castle of the aged man is empty, I can
surely, when l am big, 90 thither %
land leave me here alone % said the
mother.
mo; you will also go!" said the 10y,
warmly show beautiful it is to look
from the hight of castle into the valley
beneath p
6 He has true knightly mind" said the
Count sis he born here in the Valley"
Prayer and labor said the mother,
is Gods command, and they are better
than all the knightly honors that you can
promise the boy he will, like his father,
| cultivate the vine, and trust to the bless.
lngs OF God, who rain and sunshine gives.
knights sit in their castles, and know not
how much labor, yet how much blessing
and peace, can dwell in poor mans hut !!
My husband was oppressed with heavy sor.
row ; alas on my account was his heartfelt
grief; but since he found this hut. and works
here, ne Is much more cheerful than
formerly from the tempest of life he has
entered the harbor of peace-patiently he
| bears the heat of the dsy and when 7
pity him, he says, Wife, am indeed
now happy Yet frequently troubled
thought appears to pierce his soul. I
watch him narrowly tear then steals
| down his brown cheeks. All surely he
thinks of the place of his birth-of now
very aged gray father and whilst see
you, tear also comes to me-so is perhaps
now -