The Granite monthly : a magazine of literature, history and state progress . signs of life. They came at last. Low sounds of speech From well known voice his hearing reached. When that sound met his grateful ear He knew full well no foe was near. He shouted loud : Good friends within. Unbar the door and let me in ; Ive just come down fiom Number Three 46 WILD REUTLINGEN. And not a soul has troubled me. The well-known voice and Peters words Seemed sweeter far than songs of birds. They soon unbarred the heavy door And let him in where safe once more And all unhurt, save only one, Theyd fought fr
The Granite monthly : a magazine of literature, history and state progress . signs of life. They came at last. Low sounds of speech From well known voice his hearing reached. When that sound met his grateful ear He knew full well no foe was near. He shouted loud : Good friends within. Unbar the door and let me in ; Ive just come down fiom Number Three 46 WILD REUTLINGEN. And not a soul has troubled me. The well-known voice and Peters words Seemed sweeter far than songs of birds. They soon unbarred the heavy door And let him in where safe once more And all unhurt, save only one, Theyd fought from noon till set of sun. They told him all and on him pressed Refreshing food and drink and rest; They shared with him the best they had And prayed that God would bless the lad Who through the woods without a fear Had brought them words of hope and cheer. Then homeward Peter went his way And reached the fort by break of day. His welcome home need not be told. If your boy did a deed as bold, On his return, pray, what would you To welcome him be apt to do ? WILD A ROMANCE OF THE TIME OF THE GREAT KING. [Translated from the German of Hans Werder.] By Agatha D. E. C/iandkr. CHAPTER XVIII. JSAXNAvox TECHOW was also out of doorson that same beautifulspring afternoon whenReutlingen met hiswife. The violetswere blooming uponthe green terracedbanks of the lakewhich lay near her house, andtheir odor drew her to the stooped and plucked the lovelylittle spring flowers, and with theirscent she seemed to dream of thepast. Years ago, it was now; she- was a child and stood in this sameplace looking for violets. At herfeet lay a slender, handsome boy, hislaughing brown eyes gazing up ather. They were the children ofneighbors and were constantly to-gether ; he was her dearest parents had died when he wasyoung and he had been brought toSteinhovel to be educated with theyoung Reutlingens, and soon wildJobst and he became inseparable,except that he seldom brought
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