The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1893-12-06

right is the butcher in the act OF Kill
ing the fatted calf"
While / delivered this highly in
structive lecture Herr Diebert point
ed with Il ruler toward the designat-
ed objects.
The silence which followed my re
marks was actually oppressive. At
last one little fellow, Fritz Diegel,
the butchers son, feeling that some
thing ought to be said, stammeringly
asked, BE them Hungarian or Ba-
varian hogsF
The laughter which followed lift
ed the general oppressiveness, and
the clock striking soon afterward
Eleonore and | gave thanks for our
release
These are only few of the many
annoyances which Aunt Caroline's
well meant wedding present brought
upon us
Fortunately, there were some very
warm days in March-quite waVm
enough to bring to life two flies in
my study. Once | should have put
an end to their premature existence.
| did not do so now. fetched the
guuze veil and draped it securely
over the prodigals The next day
Aunt Caroline called. Said to her
when She came into the study;
Lave you noticed, dear aunt, how
very carly the flies have made their
.T.ICuruupp fins SprinrV
Aunt Caroline had not noticed.
should not be adhering strictly to
the truth were | to say that we were
not perfectly happy in our little
home. We were-even though there
was hardly "a forenoon, afternoon or
evening that one of the prodigals-
either the son, one of his parents.
the butcher or one of the swine did
not somehow mix in our converse
ton. 1t was not for this although
it helped somewhat-that when sum
mer brought my vacation we con
cluded to spend it in the Black for
est.
Those were enchanting days.
Eleonore embroidered, sketched
and read to her hearts content
while l wrote diligently on a new
work had begun.
Thus we passed six delightful
weeks with never thought of the
prodigals, when one morning fate,
in the person of the postman,
brought me newspaper.
Are you Herr Treubergi" he in
quired.
Il am" -
From Immigen3"
THE same
Then here's something that may
interest you," he added, pointing to
an article i'll the paper. read:
Yesterday in the town of Imml-
gen, upper Bavaria, fire consumed
the residences of Frau Julie Zieber
and Herr Felix Treuberg The loss
is total, partly covered by insur-
ance."
l summoned my poor little wife,
! to whom l communicated as gently
as possible our great loss.
We began at once to prepare for
our return journey, and as our train
would not leave until the afternoon
I wired a friend for further particu-
lars of the fire
The answer came as we were leav-
ing the hotel:
Fire started in the Zieber house.
| Unfortunately very little saved"
AS | concluded this rather depress-
ing message Eleonore clasped my
hand in both her own and whispered
assuringly. I'VE have each other,
dear Felix, we shall not be poor-we
have each other and our love"
A few days later we were in Immi-
gen. AS we drew near to the sta
ton Eleonore leaned toward me and
laid, smiling through her tears:
Felix, dear, we have one com
fort"
What is it, my lover"
I'VE are rid of those detestable
swine"
That's So" assented. There's
never IA misfortune that has not
some recompense."
had sent word to a friend to
meet us at the station He had not
come alone. There were several
sympathetic acquaintance with him.
1T was so late, said my friend,
referring to the fire and SO sudden.
There was furious wine" -
But interrupted Herr Diebert,
"one thing will give you great pleas
ure."
Indeed ~ exclaimed Eleonore e1-
pectantly What, prayf
you have to thank Fritz Diegels
courage for it, When all hope of
saving the house was gone, he and
several of my Sunday scholars broke
open the shutters of your study win
dow, and Fritz bravely entered the
burning dwelling and cut the large
painting from the frame. That was
the only thing saved" - Translate
from the German for Romance.