"Only a simple thing--have her get married."
"What do you mean?"
"O, Will, to be so wise and yet see nothing," said his wife with her old sweet silvery laugh. "Have you no idea why uncle Schonau was in such a bad humor when we met him in Berlin, and urged him to visit us? Your mother didn"t invite him because she feared another proposal; he understood that, and it made him furious. I saw them at Waldhofen the time of our marriage, and I knew he would have been very glad to have a similar ceremony performed for himself, only your mother said him nay.
Don"t put on such a face, Will; you look exactly as you did the first day I saw you."
Her husband was gazing at her in boundless astonishment. He had never dreamed of such a possibility as his mother marrying again, or his uncle either, for that matter. It struck him now as a most excellent arrangement.
"Marietta, how wise you are!" he said, looking with admiration at the smiling girl, who was beaming with satisfaction at the manner in which her news had been received.
"I"m wiser than you think," she declared triumphantly, "for I have set the wheel going. I took occasion to let uncle Schonau know that if he stormed the fort again, a complete surrender might follow. He said he had no intention of being refused again, but you"ll see him sooner than you think. In fact he"s in the house now, came half an hour ago, but I determined to say nothing about it before mamma--here he is now!"
The head forester stepped on the terrace just in time to hear the last words.
"Yes, here I am," said Herr von Schonau. "It"s all your little wife"s fault, Will, that I am at Burgsdorf. I"m here at her suggestion, and if that mother of your"s is not obstinate and unreasonable and pig-headed as usual--why I"ll marry her."
"I pray to G.o.d you may, uncle," answered Will, to whom this summary of his mother"s wonted characteristics was very singular, to say the least.
"Yes, so do I," agreed Schonau, "your wife thinks--"
"I think that you shouldn"t lose a moment," cried Marietta, "Mamma has just gone to her sitting-room and knows nothing of your arrival. Will and I will remain behind, and if the worst comes to the worst call on us. Forward, march!"
With these words she gave him a push, and the st.u.r.dy, broad shouldered man turned at her bidding, saying to Will, who entered the house with him:
"They are all commanders whether they be large or small--it"s born in them, I suppose."
Regine von Eschenhagen stood at the window of her cosy room looking out upon her beloved Burgsdorf, which she was to leave in a few days. Though she had said so decidedly she would go, the decision had been no light matter to her. The strong, active, capable woman who had been mistress here for thirty years and over, dreaded the quiet and inactivity of city life, of which she had had some slight experience at the time of her quarrel with her son. She dreaded going back to it now, though she knew it was but just and fitting to leave Willibald and his wife alone, and she had the courage to do what was right. She heard the door open and turned to see the head forester enter the room.
"Moritz, you here?" she said, surprised. "It was very sensible of you to come."
"Yes, I"m always sensible," answered the head forester, with his usual lack of tact. "You didn"t have the grace to invite me, but I thought I"d come in person to invite you and your children to Toni"s marriage. You will come to Furstenstein, will you not?"
"Certainly we will come, but we were surprised to hear it was to take place so soon. I thought you were going to buy them an estate first and settle the matter more slowly!"
"No, they wouldn"t wait or listen to reason. Our warriors make great demands when they come home covered with glory. Walldorf said to me quite coolly: "You know you said first conquer then marry. Well we have conquered; now I shall marry without any delay. The estate can wait, the land won"t run away, but we must be married now!" Of course Toni seconded everything he said. What could I do? I let them name the day then and there."
Frau von Eschenhagen laughed.
"The young are in a hurry to marry, though they have plenty of time to wait."
"The old have none to spare, though," said the head forester promptly, glad of so good a chance to get on the subject near his heart. "Have you reflected enough over our little affair, Regine?"
"What affair?"
"Why, our marriage. I trust you are in the humor for it now." Regine turned away somewhat embarra.s.sed.
"How you do love to take one by surprise, Moritz."
"So that is what you call taking by surprise?" cried the head forester, irritated. "Over five years ago I asked you to marry me, then last year a second time, and now for the third time, so you have had plenty of time to consider the matter. Yes, or no? If you send me away this time I"ll never come again, understand that!"
Regine did not answer, but it was not indecision which made her hesitate. Notwithstanding her hard, unyielding nature, deep down in her heart there had always been a warm feeling for the man who was to have been her husband long years ago, for Hartmut von Falkenried. When he had turned from her she had married another, for she had no thought of leading a desolate, useless life; but the same feeling of bitter woe which had entered the young girl"s heart was in the heart of the older woman to-day and closed her lips. She stood silent for a few minutes, then cast the sweet, sad memory from her forever, and gave her hand to her brother-in-law:
"Well then, yes, Moritz! I will make you a good and true wife."
"Thank G.o.d!" said Schonau earnestly, for he had feared her hesitation would result in a third refusal. "You should have said that five years ago, Regine, but better late than never. It"s all right at last."
And with these words the persevering man folded her in his arms with affectionate tenderness.
The sun shone down warm and bright on the meadow land and penetrated even into the forest depths. It fell across the pathway of General von Falkenried and his son and daughter, who were sauntering along under the high firs on the way which led to Burgsdorf.
Falkenried did not seem the same man he had been for the past ten years.
The war which, despite its victories and final triumph, had made so many old before their time, had affected him apparently in a different manner. His white hair was thin over his deeply furrowed brow, but his features had life again, his eyes had fire and expression, and one saw at a glance that this was no old man, but one in the zenith of his strength and power.
Falkenried"s son had not fully recovered his strength yet, and his face showed traces of great suffering. The war had not left him younger, on the contrary he had grown older; his pallid face, and the broad, red scar on his forehead, told a tale of their own. For months after that fearful night he had lain at death"s door, but with returning life and strength all traces of the old Hartmut, of Zalika"s son, disappeared forever.
It seemed as if, in casting from him the name of Rojanow, he cast with it the unholy heritage of her who had borne him. The dark curly locks were beginning to grow again over the high, broad forehead, so like his father"s.
The young wife by his side, so beautiful, so winning always, was lovelier than ever now, for joy and happiness had set their seal on her bright, girlish face! Who would recognize in this slender, graceful figure, clad in a simple, summer frock, the proud, cold court beauty in her laces and jewels? The smile, the tone in which she spoke to her father and husband, Frau von Wallmoden had never known, for it was Ada Falkenried who had learned it.
"You can go no farther to-day," said the general, standing still. "You have a long walk back, and Hartmut is not strong enough for much yet.
The physician was very decided about his not exerting himself."
"If you only knew, father, how hard it was to be mistaken for an invalid when I am getting so well and strong again," said Hartmut. "I am getting strong enough--"
"To bring on a relapse by your folly," his father answered. "You have never learned patience, and it is altogether owing to Ada that you are as strong as you are."
"If it hadn"t been for her there would be no Hartmut to-day," said her husband, giving her a glance of tenderest love. "I believe the case was almost hopeless when she came to me!"
"The physicians at least gave no hope, when I telegraphed for Ada in response to your cry. The first minute you recovered consciousness, you called for her, to my boundless astonishment, for I did not know you even knew one another."
"That hardly seemed fair to you, papa, did it?" As she glanced up laughing into her father"s face, he drew her to him, and kissed her forehead.
"You know best what you have been to Hartmut and me, my child. I thank G.o.d for bringing him back to me through your nursing. And you are right in detaining him here, although the physician says he could travel now.
He must first learn to know his fatherland and his home to which he was so long a stranger."
"First learn?" said Ada, reprovingly. "What he read to you and to me to-day shows that he has long since learned it; his new poem breathes a different spirit from his wild, pa.s.sionate "Arivana.""
"Yes, Hartmut, your new work is certainly fine," said his father, as he reached out his hand to his son. "I believe the fatherland will yet honor my boy in peace, as well as in war."
Hartmut"s eyes lighted as he returned the warm hand pressure. He knew what such praise from his father"s lips signified.
"Good-bye," said the general, kissing his daughter. "I"ll go on from Burgsdorf to the city, but in a few days we"ll meet again. Good-bye, children."
As he disappeared through the trees, Hartmut led Ada toward the Burgsdorf fish-pond. When they reached it they stood gazing down on the still sheet of water which lay so placid and clear in its setting of water lilies and reeds.
"Here, as a boy, I played for hours with Will," said Hartmut softly, "and here my destiny was decided for me on that fateful night. I realize now, for the first time, all that I did to my father in that fearful hour."