The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-12-19

When quite unfOlded, Won Hansen
G plans were something as follows: Der
nezell was to meet Rudolf in the hill
and prevent his return for couple o
months at least. He was on no accoun
to come near the village fol that time
; nor see Gretty, to whom he was be
trothed. The ''old Bird" as Bernezel
called him, was to pay all expenses, but
the young man must be kept in Paris
in the midst of gayety, and must never
for a moment be allowed to think OF
home. Nor must he write, or, when
he did his letters we've to be destroyed.
Suppose" said Bernezell, she misses
his foothold among the mountains and
tumbles into the crevassep"
The old man positively rubbed his
hands and cackled with delight.
Capital! capital! capital!' was all
he could say. "Ha! ha! ha! Capital
Virtue is always triumphant in the end!
Hei he!''
Bernezell smiled in his face as he
said
''Of all the old sinners that ever
lived"
"Eh? ehp What's thatp" cried Won
Hansen, who had not heard him.
Il said you were right merry old
SOUL, shouted Bernezell.
''Ha! ha! Yes, merry, but not so old,
you know"
That very night, this misery Won
Hansen counted out to Bernezell one
by one the pieces of gold, for the cha
mois hunter was to start early the next
day.
Il declare" said Won Hansen, sit is
like buying wife. Precious expensive
affair. But can trust YOU"
Certainly; virtue, you know. is al
ways"
'sGo on! go onr' cried Won Hansen;
good night. Go home and sleep"
$50 home and sleep indeed" said
Bernezell to himself, as he trudgcd off
with his gun on his shoulder. Eyes:
but not before I've seen Gretty."
Once clear of the village, he took his
way hillwards up the glen. High up in
the middle of the mountain lights were
was now dark; they came
from the window of Gretty's cottage.
A very humble hut it was, though very
pretty and rustic. Gretty lived here
With her mother, tended the goats, and
ooked after the dairy, Tor the old wo-
nan seldom left her chair all day.
Gretty ran to meet Bernezell, and took
both his rough hands in her own wee
White ones. Was he not friend of )
Ter lover's?. She led him in, and the old
woman nodded, smiling, at stool near
he bright, cheerful fire of wood.
Gretty had just dressed for the even
NO, and very simple, but neat, was her
tire. She was slight and delicate in
orm, with sparkling eyes and an eager,
retty face. e
She asked fifty questions of Bernezell.
early all on the same subject; and
vhen the chamois-hunter babe the d
lother good night at last, and went
way, he beckoned Gretty to follow. d
'..He has something to tell me-" said L
retty to herself, her fair face flushing u
18th anxiety. o
Very humble are the heroes of this
tile tale, but in Gretty's eyes her Ru- \
DIFF was by no means humble. No 1,
'ung man in all the glen was so tall, u
esh and rosy, so stalwart and strong, O.
Rudolf, goat-herder though he was. % o
one had so beautiful voice, so white L
brow, such glossy hair. None could ~ d,
un.. from crag or climb the mountain a. a.
eep, axe in hand, so bravely as he did, ~
d his wild glou-glou at sunrise OF P'
nset could be heard ringing high DER al
g hill and glen, and re-echoed, too,
I'M peak to peak. And Gretty, SIM
, lassie, loved him so dearly and de- g.
teddy. -
There was a scimitar moon shining
'ough the pine tree tops, and the stars H.
re all out, so there was light enough na'i
see the foot-path that led to the well.
re was seat, and Bernezell did not :.
: word, anxious though Gretty was Lug
ill he got there. The truth is, this ~; ~
lmois hunter hardly knew what to l.s
r, or how much he dare in fairness az
tn girl. III
'robably he ought to have thrown the -
'er's money in his face and stigma co. COZ
ng him as villain, refused to have .ie
thing to do with his plans and :. -; !;
emes. But" he thought, ''if do, 20 %
friends life is not worth DAYS ice
chase. Murder has been committed
)ng these mountains before; an as lnil
lin is easily hired. No, III take the eau
b, and I'll keep Rudolf away fol- lou
e. ! shall not spend the money, ueS
ugh have brother in Paris who lhe
be glad to see us. And the cold wol
send as gift to Gety's mother, iu II
n her daughter is married. She L
not know where it came from, and nei
i'll keep her in comfort for years. :" VI VI d
Getty, my little sister," he said, up
n they were seated by the well, was
1 won't see nor hear from your lover an
wo whole months. He is well, and was
be well. He and l are going to- al .
er; it will be for your good-at Sien'
for your mothers. | cannot tell . .ieh
more. Nay, l pray you do not sle ,
My mouth is sealed. You'll be anu
y, com
ere were tears and prayers and en- - &c
les, yet Bernezell remained as firm inS
e rocks that lowered over them; oo "
when he left next day to seek his ~. ~ -
in the hills, he carried with him tnc
k of bonnie hair in tiny parcel, aearl
beside it the blue ribbon that had ,no,'
d it. mad
dolf was rejoiced at the idea of can:
to Paris, but couldn't he 90 to S sH'no
+retty first? No, there was not an ohe
to lose. He must come at once or anu
ton.
hon RI oo ~ .,;d H. - but O