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The Gold That ears.
We parted one eve at the garden sate "When the dew was on the heather, And I promised my love to come back to her Ere the pleasant autumn weather That we twain might wed When the leaves were red, And live and love together. She cut me a tress from her nut-brown hair As I kibsed her lips of cherry, And ga\e her a ring of the old-time gold, With a stone like the mountain berry As clear and blue As her eyes were true Sweet eyes so bright and mer,ry! "The wealth of my love is all I have To give you," she said, in turning "The gold that wearslike the radiant stars Inyonder blue vault burning!" And I took the trust, As a mortal must, Who&e soul for love is yearning. Fate kept us apart for many years, And the blue sea rolled between us, Though I kissed each day the nut-brown tress And made fresh vows to Venus Till I sought my bride, And Fate defied, That had failed from loye to wean us I found my love at the garden gate When the dew was on the heather, And we twain were wed at the li'tle kirk In the pleasant autumn weather, And the gold that wears Now eoothes my cares, As we live and love together. HANS AND GRETCHEN. In the sunniest coiner of the angular little porch that poked itself out from the side of the old Wirthshaus in such a curi ous and irrelevant manner, sat Hans and Gretchen. The yellow head of the girl inclined suspiciously near to the honest blue uniform in which the Vaterland clothes its soldieis, and the grasp of a rough musculai arm round a very tender little waist, told the story of appropria tion that had its first instance in the gar den of Eden. Hans, however, was now new to the woild and wanting in exper ience, like our primitive foiefather when he lost his rib only to regain it in such a delicious fashion, nor did he, likp Othello, know much "of most disastious chances, Of moving accidents byfloodand field, Of hau-bieadths 'scapes 1' the emmment deadlj breach Yet he had learned something of the woild beyond the shadow of his native hills during the time when Prussia push ed her way to Paiis, and the very heart ot beautiful France was crushed under the feet of the alien host Hans had pon dered well upon the subject of humanity, its aims and issues, and, like manya greater mind, his had grown confused with all the vexed and various problems whose meaning no man knows. Now he had come back fiom the rush and whhl of a great Pity, aud for weeks had been enjoy ing the perfect tranquility that leigned in the atmosphere ot his native village. He drank it in great draughts, and would fain keep it to himselt foieverkeep it to hijusfelf, as he meant to keep Gretchen, fan and pure and innocent, unbreathed up on and unsullied by any tempests of emo tion, by any taint of sin. So tar all had gone well. Blue eyed Gretchen had shown no longing know of the world beyond the cloud-capped hills where heaven toucned earth each morning, and sanctified the place thereof, neither did she trouble hei sell about the thoughts and fancies that wound them selves in and out under Han's heavy brows. Sometimes when he gazed at uothing with a thoughtful and troubled expression, and the maiden asked him why, he would answer: "Good child thou must nevei at.k, and never wilt know by expeiience how crookedly and confusedly every thing goes on in this world. Thou must not always be questioning me when I am lost in thought. All soits of things go round in my head. Only be cheerful now, be happy that there is so much thou knowest not." Then Gietchen would leply: "What thou thinkest I ought not to know, I will never ask." To night there was to be a parting. Business called Hans to a remote corner ot the Vaterland, and Gretchen was to be left alone. Thus it was a very tearful pair of blue eyes that lifted themselves to his when the time came for the last kiss, and tne smalL lips trembled as they touched his own. Gietchen stands by the gate of the old Wirthshaus alone. The shadow of the porch does not fall upon her, and the re treating form of the young soldier seems to take away with it Ihe piotecting at mosphere of great love. The sunshine falls upon the waving masses of golden hair, for Hans has withdrawn the disfig uring cap so that he might caress them the blue eyes that follow him are tearful with emotion, and the graceful figure that leans against the gate vibrates with the passionate sorrow of a child. "Mon Dieu' Angeliquej La petite! She is beauti'ul. "Where, madam?" pipes the shrill voice of a French lady's maid. The two voices proceed from the depths of a travelling carriage that is making its way up the road. 'There, by the gite. Ah! Angelique, it I had, had a face and figure like that, I should not be as I am now. Tbey would not have said, 'The great singer has lost her fascination, and her voice its power.' See how lovely she is, even though she weepsand the fair color ia her cheeks 1 Ah! it is the health, the beautiful health that is the best of all!" The last is spoken in the fretful toaes of an invalid. "But what is she crying for? Pe itc sotte! to cry like that when she has the beauty of an angel and the strength of a young deer. What is the place, Angelique?a Wirthshaus? Bid the old shed ever have a visitor I wonder? It does not look so Let us stop. I must stop somewhere, spend a monthughlamong these odious mountains, so says monsieur le docteur. Why, they are" like the grave, only there is a chance to squirm. Still, they say I must make my choice between the two. If the people are as refined looking as the girl, I shall at least have some one to. speak to. And then the town is within an hour's ride. There we may find a little lifeif I am ever well enough *o live again ,and the sentence concludes with a sigh. Gretchen's sorrow ends in a bustlp and commotion most wonderful and unusual. The young French lady desires rooms at the ol-1 inn for herself and maid. Such au almost unprecedented demand aftects the household like the awakening kiss ot his prince in the fairy tale. Old Vater Schonfeld is startled from a Rip Van Winkle-like snooze Chr stine, the faith ful old servant, who administers house hold affairsfor it is many years sine Gretchen has known aught of mothei lovecomes bustling forward, filled wnu wonder and amaze Marthe. her somntu lent assistant, calls upon the saints protect her against such a break in the legular order of thigs. Only Gretchen is delighted. Her eyes rest upon the grafile, incompre hensible face that peers from the carri age windows, and the strong youn arms assist the invalid to reach her own spot less chamber. Here she is laid, world worn and utterly weary, her head press ing the little pillows where Gretchen's rosy cheeks are wont to lie. After her comes a procession of trunks and boxes, An^elique's peculiar care. Soon the business of nut sing is under way, and goes steadily foiwaid. Chris tine composes marvelous soups, which Angelique supplements by dainty dishes the soft breezes play round the bed, bringing their own peculiar element of life and streDgtli, but, most of all, Gret cnen's tender care helps to raise the drooping spirits ana restore the weary soul and body to their accustomed health Tne days of convalecence are long and wearisome, however, and the re souices of nurse and patient are often taxed to find some pleasant way of ha3t enmg time's slow march. Madame has heard all Gretchen's htte story: how she has grown up at the little Wirthshaus where there have been no guests to enter tain how the mother died when she was but an infant, and the little cne was cared for by the good old Wirth and faithfu' Christine how the school-days passed, followed by simple years of easy labor under Christine's somewhat exact ing rule thenoh! most wonderful and glorious'how Hans came home, and the world, beautiful before, became il luminated with a radiance such as llnngs must wear in heaven. "For," Gretchen concludes her stoiy, "be loves me, mad ame, and I love him and the good priest at the chvrch tells us, 'Love is all the law so, you see, I have all of earth and heaven, and everything is finished and complete." Madame sighs and trembles and turns her held away. Then little Gretchen, fearing she has given pain in some way that she does not understand, kisses her softly and leaves the room. But such stories as these do not fill all the time, and one day Angelique, who has grown bitteily jealous of Gretchen, begins to explain some of the things that are wanting in this small world that the girl deems so perfect and complete. She tells of dresses and jewels aad costly sight, and scenes where gay cavaliers at tend ladies clothed in eimine and lace. Then she suggests. Look at the sunset if you want to see how the silks shimmer and shine, and at the dew-drops if you want to know the sparkle of diamonds. Or, if madame would let youbut she is too illtoo ill and Angelique pauses to sigh over the hidden glories that must not be revealed But madame overhears, and a new amusement suggests itself. The depths of those boxes contain many meracles of the milliner's art, and if sunny-haired Gretchen would like to explore them, she shall do so. Then the keys were brought out, and the little maiden retires into a world of wonders cf which she has nev er dreamed. Meanwhile madame sits in her high-backed easy-chair, and lazily enjoys the scene. Breathless with wonder and amaze ment, Gretchen pulls out one costly dress after another, and apropos of each An gelique has a story to tell. This one was worn at a grand concert in Paris another was made specially for the great occasion when Madame la Marquise de sent for her mistress at an evening party a third appeared before her Majesty the Emppress Eugenie"Before your rough soldiers overran our glorious capital," adds madame, smiling and Gretchen blushes, remembering who was among the host. For each toilet there are jew els, some more costly than others, but all suited in hue and radiance to the cos tumes they must accompany. At last Gretchen catches the trick of matching the one to the other, and great is her pleasure when madame tells her she is right, finally, Gretchen pulis out a deep blue silk, and as it lies against her fair ssin. madame calls out: 'There yon have your own color, little Gretchen." You shall have it, petite, to make yourself a bodice for holidays. See, its glory has departed and behold, here is a mark where your own Prince set his foot upon the train. Ah! that was in days when I was younger than I am now,"or his Highness had not come so close to admire me." .Gretchen laughs gavly. "The jewels, madame! What jewels did you wear?" Diamonds, perhaps. I have but one sapphire and madame shivers slightly. And here it is," cries the girl, pull ing forth a great blue jewel set in a ring so hea7y that it slips from her little fin gen. But madame is ill, apparrently. "Put it down, my child," 9he cries and once more the strange spasm seizes her. Leave me now, and take the dress with you." *a After this the wonderful boxes were never opened again. Madame is cold and strt nge and silent, and one day the lum bering carriage bears them all away from the little Wirtshus. Then the days pass slowly for Gretch* en. There is a feverishness about her life which she hopes will be calmed by Han's presence when he comes. Strange fancies flit across her mind, and she is not sure but that she is longing for the great world about which she has promis ed him never even to ask. In her day dreams she sees the gleam of satin and shimmer of pearls, and wonders in wnat manner of place they are worn. She hears again Angelique's stories of Kings and courts and crowded halls, where music rings, and the air^s heavy with the breath of flowers that grow neither on hill-side nor plain Gretchen puts on the marvelous blue dress, and then she has tasted of the iorbidden fruit, and its subtile poison begins to steal through her veines. At last theie comes a breath from that marvelous world, not flower-scented, but bitter and ominous as the fierce blasts ot late autumn: "Send back madame's ring at once, if you value your safety. Send it, child, or you will be branded as a theif and cast into the nearest prison. You do not know its history. God grant you never may! Why did you bring ruin on your head by touching a jewel she will not live without?" The note is written in Angelique scratchy hand and as Gretchen reads, her eyes grow wild witn sheer amaze ment. A ring!what ring? The only one she knows of is the slender little cir clet that Hans put on her tiny finger. What has madame to do with that? It is her own, her very own, pa^t of herself and in her bewilderment she kisses it convulsively, as though she and it were in danger. Then she thinks of the great blue jewel that malched the blue dress. But it was cairied away weeks ago in the gieat casket bound with brass and double bolted, where all the treasures were be stowed. She knows nothing of itnoth ing and yet she is called upon to give it up! The b.ue eyes grow strained and startled then one by one the tears fall, and old Christine, slicing a plethoric wurst for the mid-day meal, is frightened by the sound of smothered sobs. Soon she has the suffering little one in her arms but the faithful soul knows noth ing of the wonderful exhibition that took place in madame room. "What hast thou to do with rings, Liebchen? Thou knowest naught of such things, save Hans's little folly." Then Gretchen tells the story, and a troubled and indignant look comes into the old servant's eyes Grave Vater Schonfeld is called from his pipe, and great lines of trouble marfcs the smooth curves ol his face. It is too wonderful for them all, and soon the sturdy Wirth takes the great stick and brings the good priest to Gretchen's side. At last a. note is written back, denying all knowledge of the ring, and the holy father testifies to the innocence of the poor little lamb, whom he has known and loved since the the baptismal waters touched her brow within a few hours of her birth. Gietchen sits down to wait, for What she does not know. Christin never leaves her side the W^rth sits no longer in the little porch with pipe and mug, but paces restlessly back and forth tinousxn the little house and the good priest comes every day. and at parting lays his hands on Gretchen's fair head with a tender blessing. It is ail very strange and sorrowful, this terrible waiting, waiting in alternate hope and fear. Madame may not crush their Liebchen, or, best of all, she may find the ling. At last a day comes such as never dawned over the little valley before. Gretchen, sunny-haired Gretchen, the fairest of all the village maidens, beloved of the little children, and first in the heart of the goo I priest, is torn away from the old Wirthshaus and borne to the prison in the neighboring town. Loud outcries follow the officers of the law as the shrinking child is led away between them. "Why had they not torn the fair image of the Virgin" from the altar, and polluted her with their nasty touch? What had Gretchen to do with the gaudy trickery of the foul creature the Wirth had harbored in his home? What had she to do with jewels fit for shameless women, Gretchen, the child of honest parents, the betrothed ot Hans?" In the midst of the tumult the good priest lifts his hands, and w'-ile the tears roll down his withered cheeks, answers, "Be quiet, my children. Thus was One led up from Jerusalm Then followed days and nights ot anxious suffering. Gretchen's fair eyes look out upon the world from behind iron bars while the day lasts, and when the evening falls her little hands are clasped in prayer as she lies low on her prison cot. "Hansl Hans!" she calls, but so softly that the jailer pacing by the cor rider does not hear. For what right has she to eall Hans?Hans who had liken ed her to the white daisies that grow by the church-yard, to the soft clouds that shame the azure of heaven by their pur ity, and who had forbidden her all knowledge of the world, that in her in nocence she might remain pure and un sullied, even as the Virgin Mother before whose altar they both knelt. In the anguish of the -days that were passing the flesh fell from the rounded limbs no roses that a woman less fair might envy, but only a pallor such as marks those whom Death has chosen, lay on the tear-stained cheeks. When the morning came to lead her before the men who were to judge whether or no she most be called guilty of crime, the little maiden that stood up to be led from prison seemed like a fair saint from whose countenance the beauty of earth has departed that it may wear the love liness born in heaven. In those days and nights there fell away from Gretchen's soul all taint of earthy longing. He who has sinned long and deeply may require much repent ance. She who has but erred in thought and faacy yielded back her allegiance at the first touch of chastisement, and lost all dread of suffeiing the simplicity of her trust. But Gretchen is not to wear a martyr's crown all that is best anel sweetest on earth is her birthright, and the storm that has gathered over her head is but the pretense of a tempest, after all. She has entered the door of the gieat courtroom, but we shall not follow her, where she stands rapt the con sciousness of innocence, and indifferent to the curious gaze of the multitude gathered there to view her as a specticle. She has no kinship with the hard, un sympathetic men whose business it is to administer justice to the erring woild: still les can she oe troubled with the groups of God's lost chrildren who gath er with morbid curiosity wherever anoth er recruit can be found to join their pitiable ranks. Our business is with Christine, the faithful seivant, who, unable to witness her dailing's trial, has thrown herself in despair at the foot of the little altar whereon Gretchen has enthroned her few sacred treasures, and where night and morning she used to kneel in humble de votion. But Christine's thoughts are not of prayer rather are they of anger and furious rebellion against a world in which such injustice can obtain. Her horny withered fingers lace themselves impo tently together, as if in longing for some thing they might tear and rend. At last her tear-blinded eyes light upon an article which she regards as suitable for destruction. It is the blue dress. *he one memento of mad.ime. Ah! if she might but feel the delicate limbs of the owner within her grasp as she does the poor gar ment which once adorned them! At last it shall be burned but meanwhile no trace of its hateful, intricate beauty, de vised, as Christine thinks, by demons and wrought out by fiends, shah remain. One by one delicate puff and ruffle are eliminated. Double destruction shall light upon it first, a heap ot mins, and then a holocaust. When her darling shall come back to the Wirthshaus, per haps as a criminal who has served her timeah! how Chr.stine's fingers work as she thinks of it! there shall be no odi ous blue mystery of millnery to rend her little heart in twain with its loathsome beauiy. But stop! What is the gieat hard thing in the flounce? Christinete lingers are paralyzed, and with a great smothered cry, she fliug9 herself once more before he little shrine, this time in rapturous adoration of the Holy Mother who has in erposed to save her child. But there is time to be lost. Christine starts for the kitchen. She must be off. Even now tne com is aittiDg, and sentence may be passed. Ah! but she is oldold so old that she cannot save hei darln g. Time and labor and many wintry winds laden with rheumatism have done their work. But Marthe is voung, Maithe can run. And so it is Marthe who first reaches the town, and burst into the solemn court room, where, amidst sighs and tears from many in the audience, the grave judge is calling upon the prisoner to stand up and receive the dread sentence. Maithe it is who hands the blue garment, shorn now of all its pride and glory, to the be wildered officer ot the law, and waits in breathless silence while he draws from its folds the sad memento of a love dis honored and betrayed. But Christine also comes, jolted thither by the grave donkey 01 the Leichenbesor ger, which, being accustomed to the quiet movements of the dead, could not hurry for the livingcomes at last, but comes in lime to receive her Lieb chen in her arms as she reaches the outer steps of the court-room. Rever ently they tarry for Christine's greeting Christine, who has sorrowed as they do sorrow over the children of others who have known no children ot iheir own. Then one and all they press forward. Little ones are raised to catch the first glance from Gretchen's tender eyes, and women clasp rheir hands in eagerness to hear her gentle greeting. Old Vater Wortman, blind and feeble, suffers him self to be led forward by a little child, and poor Wilhelm, whose wooden leg does but poorly for the one he lost so many years ago, struggles from the bench wheie he has kept watch since early dawn, and strains his deaf ears to understand the story of the child's re lease. It was a yery simple home-coming. The strength that had sustained tittle Gretchen when the otorm beat over her, fled as the clouds lifted Between them they carried her to the tiny chamber in the old Wirthshaus, and laid her on the snowy bed, from which she was not to rise again for manya weeknot, indeed, until the day when Hans lifted her in his arms, and whispered: "The breath of the world has passed over thee. Henceforth my love shall en compass thee as the mountains stand about our home. See, their summits reach above the clouds of heaven, and when thou leavest me, it shall be to go thither. Sagacity of a Pair of Swallows. At Rosenberg, in the neighborhood of Graz, a pair of swallows had built their nest in the floor of a peasant's house. When the door was closed, the only en trance to the room was through thewin dow near by. One evening at harvest time all the inhabitants of the house went to the meadows situated at the foot of +hc mountain, almost two miles dis tant from the dwelling. The wife forgot to leave the window of the cottage open, and scarcely was the work of harvesting under way, when a pair of swallows flew around her with loud twitterings, bitting her on the head and shoulders with their & $ $ 7 wings. At last it occurred to the woman that these were certainly her swallows and that their entrance to jthe nest had been closed. In spite of the distance and pressing work, the good woman went back to see, and if *o, to put her dear "swallows to rights." She opened the window and had the pleasure of having her supposition confirmed.Animal Friend, Vienna. A Rhinoceros Attacks a Train. At Pittsburgh, Pa., there was an ex citing accident occurred recently, while the railroad show of *he Sells Bros, was making its advent into the city. The cages of the menagerie were loaded on flat cars. A projection near the Point bridge struck the cages and overturned three of them, containing a rhinoceros, lion and black bear. A large crowd of people had been attracted to the spot, and following on the heels of the acci dent there was an incident that made the people scatter like leaves before the wind. The rhinoceros escaped from his cage, and at a fast gaii started up the raihoad track. No one was particulaily desirous ot being in his way, and consequently everybody cleared out or got in secure positions. The frightened and exasper ated beast soon encountered a locomotive, at which he made a lunge, and from the pilot tore off an iron bar with as much ease as it would have ripped away a strip of board. Then he dashed at a freight car, in the side of which he knocked a big hole. Mr. Kelly, his keeper, finally caught up with him, and, catching him by the ear, attempted to lead him away, but he refused to obey. Kelly then leap ed on his back, and was treated to a ride of several hundred yards. The showmen eventually succeeded in lassooing the rhinoceros, and with the aid of half a hundred men he was forced into a box car, from which a transfer to his case was subsequently made. The bear displayed his agility by running up an inclined plane for some distance before he was captuied. He would doubtless have reached the top had he been let alone. Bow Old He Was. Smith H. is a notorious jokei one ot those queer fellows who joke everywhere, in all company, and from force of habit. He was attending court in answer to a subpoena, and was dining at the publie table. He began to chat with an ac quaintance, who presently asked: "Smith, how old aie you?" "If 1 live," replied Smith solemnly,, "till the 30th of next month, I shall be seventy-one." A lawyer who sat opposite here looked at him with an expression of surprise, but said nothing. The next day Smith was called as a witness, and aiter giving his name and residence, was asked his age. "Fifty-three," was the prompt response. "What!" exclaimed the lawyer, "didn't I hear you say at the hotel yesteiday that ycu would be seventv-one it vou lived lo the 30th of this month?" "A/ext month, sh with that orrection 1 did say so."' "And now you swear you are but fifty three?" "Yes, sir." "Well, sir, tell us what kind of a wit ness you arM anv way. What do yon meanP "Why, I think that if you live to the 30th ot next month, you may be a hun diedbecause, sh, next mext month is Febiuary, and hasn't but twenty-eight days, and wnen I see the 30th cf Februa ry I expect to be seventy-one." The court, the bar, and the audience all join in the laugh, and Smith's exami nation was proceeded with. -VW 1 A Horse's Sense of Smell.. An African pony, unlike Job's war horse, "smelleth" not "the battle afar off," but he Will smell a poisonous snake a' a sufficient distance to avoid him An English gentleman was leading his pony one day in South Africa, when he saw his Kaffir servant suddenly jump on one side. Knowing that it was a snake that had alarmed him, the gentleman dropped the reins and went forward to* kill it. It was a puff-adder, the reptile which, it is thought, Cleopatra used re commit suicide. Killing it with a stone, he examined its glands and found them filled with poison. On returning to the pony and advanc ing his hand to take the reins, the horse shied back in great alarm. For several minutes he would not allow his master to approach. Some of the odor of the adder had attached itself to the gentleman's hands, and the cautious animal, being warned by his sense of smell, was afraid that there was danger even in his masters touch. The horse's nose is, as every boy who has trained a colt knows, one of his means of gaining knowledge. If a horse is afraid of an object, the best way to r* move his fear is to let him smell of it. A Convincing Argument. He was squirting tobacco juice over the* floor of the saloon, and telling how capi tal oppressed labor, when one of the doz en men in the place inquired: "Air you one o* them communistsF* "I hold, that we must have an even dis tribution of propertyyes, sir, or we'li fight, sir!" was the pompons reply. "Stranger, kin ye lend me a chew ofT tobacco?'' asked the inquirer. A box full of fine-cut was handed hiim He put it in his pocket, and was walking away, when the communist called out: "Beg pardon, but you are carrying off my tobacco!" "8' all rights' all right," replied the other. I was out and you have plenty: We've got to even this business up, yotn know, and you keep the box, and I'll keep the tobacco.' ^"tt^lJ* "'3j| He was too big to tick, and the com munist pat the empty box his pocket, and refused to laugh with the crowd. '**?$& i