The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1883-07-25
How Fritz Won Ills Bride.

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How Fritz Won Ills Bride.
Time over one hundred years
ago. scene-the home Stead Of Herr
Balde, one of the PalEtine settlers
Of Central New York.
A long, low housI the lower
story Of rough stones3the upper Of
wood, terminating En a broad,
sloping roOf. Back Ifit the woods
loomed up, their submits crowned
with a dense forest. Below broad,
fertile meadows, thrghgh which the
Mohawk trailed it5silver curves
Overhead a sky IS blue as that
which blesses Italy.
Up the winding path leading
FROM thg green meadows came
Grettay ylaerr Baldes only child,
who, 6ith her cleaF complexion,
bright blue eyes and sunny hair,
y"s-as pretty a maiden us one
could find throughout the entire
valley. As fresh as the morning,
aslight.hearted as the bids tril
ling up the the trees, she tripped
along, carrying a pail Of foaming,
white milk IN each hand, and
singing, gayly,a Il German c6uplet:
aunda bisserle heb, und bissorle treu,
Undai bisserle falschcit, istallzert dabe!5
bitoiiloye-a bitoftrutb,
I And FiseAQed makes life, iog;
Over andover again she TITLED
out tie song, so gaily as 10 leave no
doubt that the morbid sentiment
contained therein had not cast its
shadow over her young spirit.
SGretta, said a gentle voice, and
Frau Balbe s,lump form appeared
in the doorway. "GtOtla, your
father wishes To speak to you"
The tune died away on Gretta's
lips, and a cloud oyerspread her
sunny face. With sigh, she gave
her mother the pulls, and she went
in the other room.
There, seated before the fre-ror
the October morning was chilly
sat Herr Balde, u short, fat Dutch.
man. lie drew his pie from
between his lips, nodded u care.
less good,morning, and then said,
abruptly;
"sit down. Why were you so
rude to Johann Meyer at the husk.
ing last EVENING"
Over Gretta's cheeks came dee.
per linge Of red as she ropli,d;
81 was not rudeI Who accuses
me?"
"Meyer himself. He came here
late last evening, growing with
anger because you had refused to
dance with him."
'"I refused because l had already
promised anOther-COusin Fritz"
Herr Balde frowned.
"a maiden should dance with
her betrolhed husband when he
asks her"
=. GIStta ;,,9t! drew herself up proudly,
"Who says that Johann Meyer
is my bettothcd husbandY"
II say i'll" roared her father, his
Dutch choler rising.
"But | do not love him; father
choking back the tears.
"And why not? Is he not hand
some, aud will be rich, too, for his
father owns the largest and richest
tract Of fiat land in this valley.
Let me tell you, there are a score
of girls who would gladly wed Jo
hannl'
LET them, thonl" proudly, 81
do not want him."
Sand | know the roasonl" angri
: ly' "lt Is because your fancy is Ia
: ken by that long .limbed, black
browed cousin of yours-Fritz Faa
sletl Silly grill What is he but
a dreOmer-spending his days and
nights in scribbling rhymes or por
Q ing over his pots and kettles, like
i a housewife. Always pratinp
aboat chOmistry aud science, for
: soothl And filling the house with
his bad.smelling gases and bub
ding mixturesl He'd better look
out for himself, or people will think
he isa sorCerer, and treat him n,
they did the witches down in the
Eastern Colonies. And, pray, what
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