And through the silent woodland
She peers with watchful eyen,
While on her hazel ringlets
Sparkles the glad sunshine.

And far, far off the cuckoo
Laughs out his song.
I ween Hers are the bright, the golden
Eyes of the woodland queen.

So she was not only his little sweetheart, but was also the expression
of all that was lovely and wonderful in his opening life.

* * * * *




BY THE ROADSIDE THE CHILD STOOD



The time is Christmas Eve. Before the close of the afternoon Reinhard
and some other students were sitting together at an old oak table in
the Ratskeller. [Footnote: The basement of the Rathaus or Town Hall.
This, in almost every German town of importance, has become a
restaurant and place of refreshment.] The lamps on the wall were
lighted, for down here in the basement it was already growing dark;
but there was only a thin sprinkling of customers present, and the