Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1890-05-28

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sented and Bertha caught up her
crutch and ascended the stairs to Duho-
bret's room.
Having knocked at the door several
times, at last she heard faint sound,
which she interpreted into An invitation
% enter. Accordingly lifted the
latch and went into the poor little room
where Duhobret still lay unconscious.
She quickly OWNED what was want
ed, and ran and filled the pitcher with
water.
When she came back she began to
bathe the burning temples OF the cS
man, and brush back the thick locAs
IF matted har which hung wildly
about his eyes. Presently he became
conscious of the figure 50 noiselessly
beside him, and gasped out:
Water! water!'
She held up the pitcher while he took
long deep drought of the cooling
liquid, and as he drank, new life seemed
to flow into his veins. He looked up
into her face, his eyes filling with teas
Of gratitude.
oh, fraulein,' he said, you have
-aved my life. l did not think there
was one who could be so good TO me-
Can l help you TO something morep'
oiic tiodShS you "tAS oiShs
80 came too see if | could help you.'
There was no fear of magic spells;
sne had forgotten her thought of his
being d wizard In her pity for the sick
man.
If you could be so kind, there is one
hing l would like. Go to that casket
You Will find little money. Will you
take it to the apothecary and get me
sore medicine? have high fever
oh, no, will fetch my mother; she
is quite skillful nurse, and she shall
make you some herb-tea, and you will
soon be WELL
Bertha Withdrew, and soon returned
with her mother. After examining him,
the latter sa d:
'Dearv mel he has fever, sure
enough
She was satisfied, however, that Du-
hobret was not in any immediate dan
ger, and soon retired to make the nee
essary decoction of herbs.
y eed we tell how b .rtha watched by
the bedside and ten led her patient,
being relieved by her mother, who ad-
ministered the he b tea, together with
some nutritious broths, until he was
fairly on his legs again, yet still too
weak to work.
to their rooms, and he played upon the
flute for thin, to make the time pass
away.
One day, while down there, as her
other sat busily spinning. Bertha was
hitting, AMI she ventured 10 ask a
question which had long been troubling
her.
do you know. neighbor, that people
saw YOU are "A great wiZard?'
DO they?' asked Duhobret, much
surprised.
Yes. indeed; but 1 don't believe it,
she replied.
You are right, Bertha. am no
wizard nor do l even believe in witch
craft
4 am very glad L was right. But you
are learned man, are you not?'
oh. no, can read little, and !
suppose that Is almost sufficient TO give
cause for the assertion. When | was
young l was taught by the Benedic-
tines, and loved to study, but now l
am content If l may some day become
a painter, though fear me l am too
old to do much
Did you paint that tapestry and
those pictures IN your Toomr' she asked.
'Yes, l am studying under Master
Ddrer, and they are the fruits of his IN
struction, but as yet | have not sold
any. L must try soon, though, for 1 am
not rich, and may not allow your KIND
mother to have such a burden upon her
hands,
oh, don't think of that; we are only
too glad to render you some little assist
ance.'
Then Duhobret fell into a reverie,
the subject Of which was his pictures
and how he could sell some of them
He determined to try next day, II lie
should feel strong enough 10 be able TO
90 and search for purchaser.
In the morning the first thing that
Duhobret thought of was the picture
ne considered his masterpiece. He went
over TO where 1t stood facing the wall,
took it up tenderly and examined il.
Then lie went back little way 10 see
It's effects from distance. How fondly
he gazed upon it, as If 10th to part with
this the first fruit of his study. Surely
it was life-like. Could he not almost
sse the leaves as they moved in the
breeze? Did not the clouds seem the
veriest ethereal, intangible matter, in
stead of daubs o. paint? Poor Samuel!
Ill an ecstacy OF joy-mingled with re-
gret at the necessity of parting from
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of art-he seIZe1 upon his picture and
left tie house to seek purchaser.
He had not gone more than a few
PAGES along the narrow street, rendered
almost dark by the overhanging houses,
when a crowd of noisy urchins, who
had not seen him for some little time,
ran up TO him, shouting:
There goes old humpy the wiZardI'
One, mcre bold than the rest, tugged
at the picture which was concealed
beneath the long cloak worn at that
time, and then. as he rushed before
Duhobret. he fell heavily to the ground.
The kind-hearted man stopped to
raise the little fellow from the ground
and asked:
Are you hurt, my little man?'
But the boy, finding himself in the
arms of the reputed wizard; kicked and
struggled violently, while the ill-starred
Duhobret still held him and endeavored
to pacify his perturbed spirit.
The others then tried to release their
comrade by shouting for help and
throwing stones, one of which struck
blood to flow freely. He looked around
confused for a moment, but seeing
the people flockIng to the scene of the
disturbance, he drew his cloak around
him and retreated as rapidly as possible.
No one attempted to follow him until
he had turned out of sight, and then
they concluded 1t hopeless, and gath
cred around the boy to see what glamor
had been cast upon him. Nothing
strange was percectible in the boys
appearance, but as the parents very
wisely remarked:
1T isn't likely to show at first
Duhobret, as We have already seen,
r-treated, but now he stopped before