New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-11-17

| basket poised on her head, and her
arms, sun burned. but round and plump
resting on her hips. At sight OF her
Zacharias was deeply moved. He
blushed, and rising said: Good day,
my beautiful child"
The young girl stopped, opened her
eyes wide, and recognized him, for VINO
in all the country did not know the
worthy judge?
"Hi" said she, with smile; 'this
is Monsieur Zacharias Seiler!"
The old man assembled into the
| path. He wanted to speak, but he
only stammered some unintelligible
words, like a very young man, so that
the young girl appeared much embar-
raised. Finally he made out to say:
"Where are You going through the
wood at this hour, my child?"
She pointed out to him, in the dis
lance, at the bottom of the valley,
the house OF q forester.
Il am returning to my father, Yeri
Forester, whom you know without
doubt, Monsieur judge
$50 you are the daughter of the
worthy Yeri? You are the little Char.
lotte OF whom he often speaks when he
brings me his reports!"
eyes, Monsieur Judge"
every well, 1 will accompany you
home. 1 should like to see the worthy
Forester again, He must be getting
a little old?"
"He is about your age, Monsieur
Judge, said Charlotte, simply; "about
80 years old.''
This artless response brought the
good man to his senses, and as he
went along he became very pensive.
What were his thoughts? No one
knows, but how many times it has
happened that good and worthy
man. who imagines himself to have
discharged all his duties, has finished
by discovering that he had neglected
the greatest, the hottest, the most
beautiful OF all, that of marrying in
his youth q good and noble woman,
and remaining true and loving to her
ever after. And what it cost him to
think it was now too late.
Soon Zacharias and Charlotte
reached the turn in the valley where
the path passed over a little bridge,
and led direct to the forester's house.
That worthy man was seated on the
stone bench by the door, with sprig
Of broom corn in his hat and two
hunting dogs stretched at his feet, and
recognizing with his piercing eyes the
Judge and his daughter in the distance,
he came to meet them, raising his felt
hat in salutation.
Good day, Monsieur Judge" said
he, with the frank and cordial air OF
the mountaineer, "what happy cir
cumstances procure me the honor OF
such visit?"
"Master Yeri," replied the good
man, 81 have tarried in the mountain
until it is too late to go home. Have
you q little corner vacant at your
table, and a bed at the disposition OF
a friend?"
'Hey" cried the forester, IF there
was but one bed in the house, should
it not be for the best, themost honor
ed OF our ancient magistrates OF
Stantz? All, Monsieur Seller, what
an honor you do the humble dwelling
OF Yeri Foerster!'
And mounting the six steps before
the door he cried out: Christina,
Christina, run to the cellar, Judge
Zacharias Seller has come to repose
under our roof"
At this very little old woman,
with a figure as stiff as a ramrod, but
still fresh and smiling, appeared upon
the threshold and disappeared imme-
dlate}y, murmuring:
IT., ~
the judge"
"Ah, my good people,, said Zacha-
rias, Sin truth you receive me too
kindly"
Monsieur, replied the forester, eli
you forget the good you have done,
others do not"
Well, if the truth must be told,
Judge Zacharias passed the evening
with Yeri Forester and his family, for
getful Of the inquietudes of Therese,
his promise to be at home by z O. CLOCK
and his old habits of order and sub
mission.
Imagine to yourself that humble
sitting room, with it's ceilings streaked
with brown Orders, the round table
in the midst with it's dish of trout and
plates OF fruit and honey, yellow as
gold, and worthy Papa Zacharias
presenting each in turn to Charlotte,
who dropped her eyes, astonished at
the compliments and tender words OF
the old man.
"Ah, Monsieur Judge, you are too
good" said Christina. '.You do not
know how much vexation this little
one gives us. You will spoil her with
so many fine words"
Dame Christina" replied Zacha-
rias, '.you possess O. treasure. Mile.
Charlotte merits all have said OF
her."
Then Yeri, raising his glass, cried:
''To the health OF our good and ven
cradle Judge Zacharias," and all
drank to the toast.
"Ah!" thought the judge, "what
happiness it would be to live there
with Charlotte for a companion, at
four steps from. the river, where one
could throw in a line from time to
time and follow the chase with Father
lnlaw Yeri Forester, raising the echoes
round about. All! what an existence!'
When the clock struck IL he rose.