The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1886-09-03

he had made it famous.
The yong mans high hopes were
doomed to disappointment. Very early
in the day of his first engagement, be-
fore any opportunity presented itself
for proving the valor which was in
him, young Bauer was carried, insensi-
bio and severely wounded, from the
| field. Long weeks followed of fever in
the nospital-fever which, though a
! fatal issue at one time seemed immi-
/ nent, was at last subdued, but from
which the patient awoke weary and
weakened to the drearv knowledge
that the use of one of his limbs-an
arm-had gone from him forever. He
mad won no vestige of the renown for
which he yearned; it was as a cripple,
and not as a hero, that he must return
/ L. Gretchen and home. He INQUIRED
/ concerning Franz. A storm of lauda-
/ ton answered him Franz had covered
/ himself with glory, BY a deed of
! grand courage he had saved the life of
/ his commanding officer; distinctions
were shOwered upon him; he had re-
4 ceived an officers commission, and
| had risen from the ranks.
At first, while his thoughts dwelt on
! Gretchen and on her probable recep-
/ ton of the news of Eranz's exploits
i anu nOil0Aos " lANGAiu llSLeuHU WIN a
! pang of keen jealousy: but when he
had heard the whole tale of his com
rade's valor, tears of generous admira.
] ton started to his eyes. Franz had
| richly deserved his rewards As for
! himself, his achievements, and there
/ fore his deservings, were nil. He must
/ Dear the disappointment and the OBJ
( security of his lot silently and patiently
/ as he was able
/ But now, when Weindorf was astir
/ with holiday makers-now, when he
! lay, unsOuCht and alone, in the deep
ening twilight, Wilhelm's heart was
\ very sore. lie tried TO look into the
! future with steady eyes, but it lay very
! dark and desolate before him. That
/ morning he had written, with his one
/ useful hand-bappily his right hand-a
letter to Gretchen, in which he re-
nounced all hope to win her as his
wife. She must not link her bright life
with that of cripple.
One or two occasions on which he
/ had seen Gretchen stood out more
/ prominently than others in the Young
man $ memory. He recalled one day
how long ago it seemed-when he
/ had discovered her standing on the
steps leading to the Englishman' s
studio, and waving her hand in merry
farewell to the artist within. The sun
had caught her red hair which seemed
! like an aureOle round her lovely face.
/ Wilhelm bad stood motionless in the
/ grass grown street to watch her. He
remembered, too. a Sunday evening in
autumn, when he had accompanied her
and her father to the Lust Garten. The
old man had been speedily captured by
some friends, and the two Young people
had wandered off by themselves to
! watch the sun set over distant range
of hills. Wilhelm had spoken to
/ Gretchen-nOt without a touch of ma
/ tive poetry-of his love and longing:
he had addressed her boldly as Herr
liebchen," and held her hand impris-
oned in his own; protestations on her
/ part had only been few and faint.
And now it was all over-the glorious
time OF his young love and hope!
"Guten abend," said q loud, pleas
! ant voice, speaking with a foreign ac-
cent. A customer had entered the
shop. and Wilhelm sprang to his feet
/ to receive him. 1t was the En0lishman
! from over the way, who, now that his
| days work was over. was setting about
4 his recreation i'm a business-like ener-
/ get'c fashion, characteristic of his cOun.
/ trymen. The Lust Garten, with its
/ inducement fer killing time, had little
/ charm for him; he purpOsed brushing
4 away certain mental cobwebs, which
\ his sedentary occupation sometimes
| allowed to gather, by a long, quick
walk into the country. He would sup
\ at some wuyside inn, he thought, and
/ return to Weindorf by moonlight. The
| fruit at Frau Bauer's attracted his no.
tice; he stood now filing his pockets
with pears and green figs to eat on the
way.
The Englishman was a lOng-limbed,
| vigorous fellow, with q plain, intellec-
tual face, full of animation and vitality;
he had bushy eyebrows, gray eyes, fair
hair. and long brown beard. HAL
| loor' he exclaimed. lapsing into his
own language as the young soldier met
his eye in place of the old woman
| whom he had expected. Then, as a
new thought struck him, and went on
this time in his counterfeit German
Are YOU the WeindOrf hero of whom
/ ] have heard so much these last few
davsP"
wilhelm colored. The Englishman
/ had not long been an inhabitant of
| Weindorf, and, as a stranger, his ignO-
rance concerning individual villagers
could readily be excused.
''No. sir, I have done nothing heroic
nothing at all. The 'WeindOrf hero
as YOU call him, is Franz Muller"
Eyes, that is the name; 1 heard it
from Fraulein Kellner." Wilhelm
WINGED. "Well, Herr Franz showed
! himself of the right sort eh?''
"Of very brave sort, Herr KunSt-
Ter. "
! and well earned his honOrs?"
/ Every well-nOblv."
Wilhelm spoke up stoutiy. but tb.
Z latent sadness OF his voice was not lost
upon his nearer, who looked inquir-
/ ingly down into the young San face
/ The Englishman's politics were not
I very clearly defined, but he called
| himself a radical; at least, he hated
military Institutions and old theories
/ concerning ultimate appeals to phys
/ ical force. His own theOries-if he
/ had anv-for the settlement of differ
ences between nations were too adj
| vanced for warlike, conservative Ger
many; he discreetly kept them to him
self The look in the soldiers face of
4 patiently-born su8ering-suifering men
tally as well as physically-touched
him, the more so as he half-guessed its
cause; he laid his hand kindly on the
/ young mans shoulder.
$50 you are not the WeindOrf hero!
| Well, your chance for achieving
| heroism is not over yet
mot over, sir!' Wilhelm spoke in
almost an injured tone; he glanced
down at his crippled arm.
"Assuredly not. War doesn't pro-
vide the only opportunity surely for
displaying courage and self-sacriice,
the qualities which make up heroism.
You haven't read Carlyle on heroes
not likely-even in German transla-
lion. But Milton savs-you have
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