Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-05-18

the pensioned forester. His face as brown,
his mustache as white as ever, and not
new wrinkle in his merry face During
these past years he had not missed his ten
half liter glasses Of beer a day, which at a
rough computation would be, since he last
drank my health, nearly thirty thousand.
The dear old forester was a strong temper
ance man always, but not the extreme
kind we have in Kansas and Maine. He
had known my one-armed friend and asked
him if he knew about the violets. After
pause he answered, while the softest light
shown from his ewes. Gle was poor
fellow and | was about his only friend; he
loved all that was beautiful, though he
was beggar. put the violets there for
his sake and for the memory Of his mother
whom | knew in the very long ago."
Good, old forester, may you live to drink a
million quarts of Bavarian beer. for never
was truer, gentler heart in SO rough a
body. Perhaps there was never
so WHOLESOME AND MERRY LAND
LADY
As she of the Black Bear" When left
her rambling old house on my way back to
California she sent huge bouquet to the
train it was tight plump bouquet, like a
variegated caulihower, but Frau Medel
and / were always good friends, and l car
lied it with me until it went the way of
all things earthly. When | revisited the
Black Bear" the guest room, with its
nicely secured floor, was full. / sat in a
corner and picked out the faces knew
The kitchen door opened and out came the
hoaI IS Il a.
as ever, only little redder in the face,
Her brown bair, as smooth as silk, was tied
in small knot at the back. Presently
she was in the guest-room, joking, laughing
and talking with all her figure took up
considerable space, for she weighed fully
$50, and was shaped very like sausage.
In the midst of my mental comments /
heard a cry and was in darkness, in mo-
ment saw the light again, and then all
was again dark. Three times the Medel
clasped me in her motherly arms, with
hugs that would have done honor to her
house sign when he was alive. Then
followed more salutes and pattings on the
back, such as a whale might give to its
young one. To speak mildly, all the
guests were interested, and general wave
of good humor swept over the room.
Though the Medel had not forgotten a
single incident of my stay, she had forgot
ten my name, and was embraced, petted
and fed under the fictitious name of Herr
Ahrens, which name | kept during my
stay, much to my amusement, for the land
lady had given it to me herself and con-
tinued to use it, saying she had wonder
full memory for names. l was too soft
hearted to undeceive her. So all the days
pass in second visit to any well-known
spot in JOY and sadness. There are few
more graves-thank GOD, not many there
are more children, who have come in these
past years, while the children of that time
are lovers, parents, students and soldiers
There is comical side to it all, also !;
some noses are wonfully redder, heads are
balder, and wristbands have heightened !;
but all the honest German hearts beat the
same true "rub-a-dub" of friendship, and
kindly words fife the welcome march of
sympathy, while through each years
changes We all tramp onward.
CHARLES A. GUNNIsoN.