It was midsummer in the warm and pleasant month of July, when the world,
which lay in such dreamy, peaceful repose, was suddenly awakened in
affright as from a deep sleep. From the Rhine to the sea and back again
to the Alps, there blazed an unearthly lightning flash followed by
distant thunder-roar, and from the west the heavy war cloud descended
upon the land; while the cry of "War! War! War with France!" re-echoed
throughout all Germany.
It came like a whirlwind upon the South Germans,--tearing men from their
homes, changing plans so carefully laid, and parting many who made them,
forever. Where all had been so calm but one short week before,
everything was now confusion and excitement. At Fürstenstein where the
daughter of the house was happy with her lover, all was bustle now, for
the lover must leave at once to join his regiment. At Waldhofen where
Willibald was expected, he appeared suddenly in hot haste to spend with
Marietta the few days which intervened before he marched to the front.
At Ostwalden, Adelheid was making hasty preparations to start for the
North, in order that she might clasp her brother once more in her arms,
before he, too, joined the troops. Prince Adelsberg had left at the
first sound, and was in the city as soon as the duke. The world had
changed its face altogether in a few short hours.
Willibald was in the little garden of Waldhofen, speaking earnestly and
impressively to the old doctor, who sat upon the rustic bench, but who
hardly seemed persuaded by the younger man's eloquence.
"But, Will, it seems very precipitate," he said, shaking his head,
"your betrothal to Marietta has never been made public, and now you are
going to be married. What will the world say?"
"Under existing circumstances the world will say it was the proper thing
to do," Will answered, emphatically. "Though we need not care what it
says. I must go to the war, and it is my duty to make Marietta's future
secure before I go. I couldn't endure the thought that she'd have to
return to the stage if I should die, nor be left to the tender mercies
of my mother; the fortune which I shall inherit is in her hands, and she
will guard it carefully. I have only the estate of Burgsdorf, which if I
should die, goes to a distant branch of the family. According to the old
family law and custom, however, the widow of the heir has a rich dower.
I want Marietta to have my name, and I can then go to the field feeling
assured that her future will be well provided for."
He spoke quietly but with determination. The indifferent, dull
Willibald, was not to be recognized in this energetic man, who knew what
he wanted, could give clear, sound reasons, and was determined to have
his wishes fulfilled. He had gone through a hard but thorough school in
these last six months in which he had been alone. He had had to fight
against many obstacles, but the manliness and independence within him
had asserted themselves for all time. Even in appearance he was changed
for the better, and the head forester was right when he said that Will
was a man at last.
Dr. Volkmar could not say him nay; he knew, alas, only too well, if that
war took Marietta's lover from her, she would be friendless, penniless
and alone, and a load was lifted from his heart at the thought of her
future being assured. He made no further objections, but only said:
"And what does Marietta say? Is she willing?"
"Certainly. We decided the question last evening, after my arrival. I
didn't alarm her by telling her I might be killed, or bother her with
anything of that kind. There will be time enough for that should
anything serious happen, but I did tell her that if I was wounded my
wife could come to me and nurse me. That decided the matter. We will
have a very quiet wedding, of course."
The young fellow's face clouded over as he spoke, and he sighed deeply.
"No, we don't care to have a gay wedding when the mother's blessing
cannot follow the bridal pair to the altar. Have you really done
everything you can, Will?"
"Everything," Willibald answered, earnestly. "Do you think it is a light
matter to do without my mother on such a day? But she left me no choice,
and I must bear it. I must take the necessary steps at once. I had the
forethought to bring such papers as were needed with me."
"And do you think it possible to have all the arrangements for the
marriage made in a few days?" asked the Doctor, doubtfully.
"Certainly. I will attend to all the formalities that are necessary, so
that there will be no difficulty. As soon as we are married, Marietta
will go with me to Berlin, where we will stay until I am ordered to the
field, then she can return to you."
Dr. Volkmar rose and held out his hand, saying:
"You are right, it is the best thing to do under the circumstances.
Well! well! my singing-bird, so you are willing to be married off-hand
as this lover of yours wishes?"
The question was put to Marietta, who had joined them at the moment. Her
face bore traces of recent tears, but her eyes lighted with a smile as
Willibald clasped her hand in his.
"I won't be long away from you, and you are willing, are you not?"
The old man's glance was half of pain, half of pleasure, as he thought
how little these two knew of life and its dark shadows, which had closed
in around him so long ago. He said in a trembling tone, "Well, marry,
and God be with you! I give you my blessing from the bottom of my
heart."
The simple preparations were to be made with all speed, and the marriage
to take place as soon as possible. Willibald, to whom the head forester
had already confided his daughter's engagement, felt that there was no
need of delay now, out of respect to his cousin Toni.
Toward evening Dr. Volkmar went to visit some patients, and the
betrothed pair, who had had but little opportunity to see one another,
settled themselves for a long, quiet talk. The future was dim and
fraught with fear and dread, but the present belonged to them, and in
that thought there was happiness despite everything.
They whispered together in the shaded room, talking the old sweet
lovers' talk, and so thoroughly absorbed in one another that they failed
to hear some one cross the hall with slow, hesitating steps. Then the
rustle of a woman's gown attracted their attention, and they looked up
and sprang to their feet as they looked.
"My mother!" cried Will in an alarmed but joyous tone, putting his arm
around Marietta as he spoke, as though to protect her, for his mother's
face wore its hardest, most forbidding look. Without appearing to notice
the young girl she turned her face to her son.
"I heard from Adelheid that you were here," said she in a hard, dry
tone, "and I thought I would come and ask you how things were going on
at Burgsdorf. Who have you left in your place during your absence? No
one can tell how long the campaign will last."
The joyful expression on her son's face disappeared; he had hoped for
another greeting from his mother's unexpected appearance.
"I have provided for possibilities as well as I could," he answered.
"The greater part of the people will have to go, too, and the inspector
is off already; there is no question of substitutes now. So the work
will be, of necessity, limited, and old Merton can oversee it."
"Merton's an old sheep," said Regine, in her most decided tone. "If he
has the reins, things will come to a pretty pass at Burgsdorf. There's
nothing else for it, but for me to go and see to it."
"What! You will go?" Willibald cried, but his mother cut him off
sharply.
"Do you think I'd let everything you own go to ruin while you were in
the field? Burgsdorf will be safe in my hands, you know that. I have had
charge for many a long year, and I'll take my old place until you
return."
She still spoke in a hard, cold tone, as if she would stifle all warm
feelings, but now Will took his sweetheart in his arms and came close to
her.
"For my worldly possessions, mother, you have a care," he said
reprovingly. "But for the best and dearest I possess you have neither
word nor glance. Have you really only come to say you will return to
Burgsdorf?"
Frau von Eschenhagen's lips trembled; she could retain her forced
composure no longer.
"I came to see my only son once more before he went to the war, perhaps
to meet his death," she said with painful bitterness. "I had to learn
from others that he was come to take leave of his future wife, but not
to take leave of his mother, and that--that I could not endure."
"We were coming!" cried the young heir, excitedly. "We were coming
before we left here to make one last attempt to win your heart. See,
mother, here is my love, my Marietta--she waits for a friendly word from
you."
Regine gave a long look at the lovers, and a pained expression passed
over her face as she saw her son draw Marietta's head down on his
breast, while the girl's happy, blushing face spoke of trust and love
never to be shaken. Motherly jealousy had a last, sharp struggle against
her better nature, and then, conquered by love and justice, disappeared
forever. Frau von Eschenhagen stretched out her hand to the young
maiden.
"I have grieved you sorely, Marietta," she said half aloud, "and have
done you great injustice, but you have repaid me by taking my boy from
me, my boy, who loved no one but his mother until he met you, and now
loves none but you. I believe that makes us quits."
"O, Will loves his mother as much as ever," cried Marietta eagerly. "I
know only too well how much this separation has cost him."
"Well, there, we will have to endure one another on his account," Regine
responded, with an attempt at joking which was far from successful. "We
will both be anxious enough about him in the days to come, when he is in
the field--ah," with a deep sigh, "there'll be sorrow and care enough
then. What do you say, child? I believe we'll bear it better together."
She held out both arms, and in the next moment Marietta lay sobbing upon
her breast. There were tears in the mother's eyes, too, as she leaned
over to kiss her future daughter. Then she said in her natural sturdy
tone:
"Do not weep. Keep your head in the air, Marietta. A soldier's
sweetheart must be brave, remember that."
"A soldier's wife," corrected Willibald, as his face grew bright. "She
is to be a soldier's wife before I march."
"Then Marietta will belong by right to Burgsdorf," said the mother,
seemingly not at all surprised at this news, which she took very kindly.
"No demurrers, child. The young Frau von Eschenhagen has nothing farther
to do with Waldhofen except to visit her grandfather. Or perhaps you are
afraid of the stern mother-in-law? Ah, I know you think he will protect
you," with a nod toward her son, "although he is not at home. He would
even declare war against his own mother if she didn't meet his little
wife with open arms."
"But she will always do that, I know it," exclaimed her son, with a
happy laugh. "When my mother once opens her heart, then everything she
does is right."
"Ah, now you can flatter," said Regine with a reproving glance. "You
will come to your future home at once, Marietta! As to the management of
affairs, you need not bother your head about that. I'll take care of
everything, for a little thing like you wouldn't know where to begin,
and candidly, I wouldn't allow any one to have a voice in the management
of Burgsdorf while I lived there. If I decide to live elsewhere that's
another matter; but I can see already that Will will want you to live
like a princess all your days. I can but pray that he'll return to us
whole and sound."
She threw her arms around her son and they embraced more warmly than
they had ever done in their lives before.
A quarter of an hour later, the head forester, coming in hastily to see
the old doctor, found the three in earnest conversation. He gave Regine
a look, to which she responded by saying:
"Well, Moritz, am I still the personification of obstinacy and
unreasonableness?" and she held out her hand to her brother-in-law. But
he did not take it. Her second refusal but the week before was still
fresh in his mind, and he turned to the others now, saying:
"So you're to be married at once, I hear? I met Dr. Volkmar and he told
me all about it, so I came over to offer our services to the bride, but
as Willibald's mother is here, there's little for me to do."
"Ah, your services will be heartily welcome, uncle," said Willibald
cordially.
"Well, well, I won't be sorry to see my nephew married," said the head
forester, kindly. "You've become a very romantic young man of late.
Toni's caught the fever, too, and nothing would do but that Walldorf and
she should be married at once; but I put my foot down on that. I said
the circumstances were quite different, and that I had no intention of
being left all alone like a cat."
He gave another grim look at Regine, but she went up to him and answered
him cordially:
"Come now, Moritz, don't growl; let us be happy and without strife for
once. You see I did say yes, to my boy at least, when I found his heart
was set on Marietta."
The head forester looked at her gravely for a moment, then he seized her
hand and pressed it warmly, as he said:
"Yes, I see, Regine, and perhaps you'll repent ere long of your no in
another matter, and give a yes instead."
The old steward of Rodeck stood in his master's dressing-room in the
Adelsberg palace. He had come to the city to receive instructions from
the prince before the latter left for the field. Egon, who wore the
uniform of his regiment, had just finished giving the old man his
orders, and said, finally:
"And keep everything in good order at Rodeck, I may possibly be able to
spend a few hours there before I start, though the order to march may
come any day. How do you think I look as a soldier?"
He stood back and straightened himself as he asked the question.
He was a handsome man, and his tall, slender figure appeared to great
advantage in the rich uniform which he wore. Stadinger looked at him
with eyes full of admiration.
"You're magnificent!" he said. "It's a pity your highness has to go as a
soldier!"
"What do you mean? Am I not heart and soul a soldier? Service in the
field won't be any too easy, but I'll soon get accustomed to it. Nothing
should be difficult when it's one's duty."
"No, your highness thinks a great deal about duty; that's why you left
Ostend when your honored aunt had arranged a marriage for you, so
suitable in every particular, and that's why you--"
"You old rascal!" said the prince. "There's one thing I shall miss in
the field, and that's your insinuations and sermons. By the way,
remember me to pretty little Zena when you get back to Rodeck. Is she
there now?"
"Yes, your highness, she is there now," said the old steward with
emphasis.
"Naturally, because I'm marching to France. But I'll tell you a secret.
I'm going to be a model of reason and virtue when I come back and then I
shall marry."
"Really?" said Stadinger with delight "How rejoiced the whole court
will be!"
"That's as it may be," said Egon. "It's more than probable that the
whole court will be in a rage, especially my aunt Sophie. But you be
silent, Stadinger; don't breathe a syllable while I am away. Who knows
but I may never return to you--think kindly of me, old fellow."
Stadinger's eyes were filled with tears as he turned to go, and he said:
"How can your highness talk that way? It's not likely an old worn-out
man like me would be left, and you, so handsome, so young, so gay be
taken. That's not according to nature."
"Well, well, I did not mean to sadden you, you old ghost of the woods!"
said the young prince reaching out his hand. "We'll think of victory and
not of the slain, but if both should come together it would not be so
hard."
The old man knelt and kissed his young prince's hand.
"I would I could go with you," he said, half aloud.
"I've no doubt of it," said the prince laughing. "And you wouldn't make
a bad soldier either, despite your old gray head. This time the young
ones have to go, and the old ones stay at home. Good-bye, Stadinger,"
and he shook him heartily by the hand. "What! You're not crying' You
ought to be ashamed of yourself. Away with all tears and sad
forebodings. You'll read me many a lecture yet."
"God grant it," said old Peter, with a heavy sigh. He gave one glance at
the bright, handsome face, and looked at the moist eyes; then he went
away with sad, drooping head. He realized for the first time, poor old
man, how deep his highness had crept into his heart.
The prince glanced at the clock.
He had an engagement soon but not for an hour yet, so he picked up the
newspapers containing the latest war rumors.
There was a quick, decided step in the next room; Egon looked up
surprised. Servants did not step thus, and visitors were always
announced. This visitor needed no announcement as every servant in the
palace knew, and all doors were thrown open to him.
"Hartmut, is it you?"
Egon started forward in joyful surprise as his friend entered, and threw
himself upon his breast.
"You are again in Germany, and I had no warning of it? You bad boy, to
keep me two whole months without any news! Have you come to see me off
and say good-bye?"
Hartmut had not responded cordially either to the greeting or embrace;
he was gloomier than ever, and there was no sign of joy in his face over
this meeting.
"I have come directly from the station," he said. "I almost feared I
would not find you, and so much depended on my doing so."
"Why didn't you write or telegraph that you were coming? I wrote to you
at once when war was declared. You were in Sicily, were you not?"
"No, I left there as soon as the war seemed to me inevitable, so I did
not get your letter. I have been in Germany a week."
"And only come to me now?" said Egon reprovingly.
Rojanow paid no heed to his friend's reproof; his eyes were fastened on
his uniform with consuming jealousy.
"You are already in the service I see," he said hastily. "I, too, am
anxious to enter the German army."
Nothing he could have said would have surprised Egon so effectually. In
great astonishment he stepped back a pace.
"In the German army? You, a Roumanian?" "Yes, and that is why I come to
you; you can make my entrance possible."
"I?" said the prince, his amazement increasing each moment. "I'm only a
young lieutenant myself. If you are really in earnest you must apply to
some high officer in command."
"That I have done already, in various places, in the neighboring states,
but no one will take a stranger. A hundred questions are asked, above
all one is treated with suspicion and distrust; no one seems to
understand my decision."
"To speak openly, Hartmut, neither do I," said Egon earnestly. "You have
always shown the greatest aversion to Germany. You are the son of a land
whose court circles have always followed French manners and customs; the
people have always been closely allied to France, so the distrust and
suspicion are easily explained. But why do you not go to the duke in
person, and prefer your request? You know how much he would do for the
poet who wrote 'Arivana.' All you will have to do will be to obtain an
audience, and that will be granted as soon as your name's sent in. An
order from him would silence every objection."
Rojanow's eyes sank to the ground, and his dark, frowning brow grew
blacker as he answered:
"I know it, but I can ask nothing of him. The duke would ask the same
questions as the others. I dare not refuse him an answer, and I could
not tell him the truth."
"Nor me?" asked the prince, as he stepped up to his friend and placed
his hands on his shoulders. "Why do you wish to fight under the German
flag?"
Hartmut drew his hand across his brow as if to smooth out something,
then he answered with a gasp:
"Because it means deliverance or--death."
"You return as great a mystery as when you went away," said Egon,
shaking his head. "You have avoided my questionings; can you not tell me
your secret now?"
"Only get me into the army and I'll tell you everything!" cried Rojanow,
feverish with excitement. "I care not under what conditions, only get me
in the army. Don't speak to the duke or to any of the generals, only get
me into some subordinate command. Your name, your kinship to the
reigning house will make your recommendation of great value. They will
not be captious when Prince Adelsberg solicits a place for a friend."
"But they'll be sure to ask me the same questions they asked you. You
are a Roumanian--"
"No, no!" exclaimed Rojanow, passionately. "Have you never seen, never
felt that--I am a German?"
The effect of this declaration was not so great as Hartmut had feared.
The prince looked steadily at him for a minute, then he said:
"I have thought that for some time. The man who wrote 'Arivana' never
learned the German language as part of his education; it was born in
him. But you bear the name of Rojanow--"
"That was my mother's name, she belonged to a Roumanian Bojarin family.
My own name is--Hartmut von Falkenried."
"Falkenried? That was the name of the Prussian officer who came from
Berlin with the secret despatches to the duke. Is he a kinsman of
yours?"
"He is my father."
The prince glanced sympathetically at his friend, for he saw how it
wrung his very soul to make this confession. He felt that here lay
hidden a family drama, and desirous to avoid all show of curiosity
concerning it, he only said:
"Take your own name as the son of your father; then every regiment in
Prussia will be open to you."
"No, that would close them forever--I ran away from the cadet academy
over ten years ago."
"Hartmut!" There was atone of horror in the exclamation.
"Ah, you are like my father. You regard me as a criminal. You who were
reared in freedom know naught of the severities and restraints of that
institution, of its tyrannies, to which every one within its walls has
to bow in blind obedience. I endured it as long as I could, then I left
it, for my soul demanded freedom and light. I appealed to my father in
vain; he but tightened the chains--so I tore them apart and went away
with my mother."
His manner was wild and excited as he told his short, fateful story; but
his eyes, anxious and watchful, never left his listener's face. His
father, with his fierce, severe code of honor, had cursed him, but his
friend, who adored him, who had professed such a deep admiration for his
genius, surely he would understand him, and how he had been driven to
take such a step. But this friend was silent now, and in his silence lay
his sentence.
"And you, too, Egon?" In the tone of the questioner, who had waited a
long minute, and waited in vain for some word, there was inexpressible
bitterness. "You, who have so often said to me that nothing should
hamper the poet's flight, that he must break all bonds which would bind
him to the earth. That's what I did, and it's what you would have done
in my place."
The young prince drew himself up proudly, and answered decisively:
"No, Hartmut, you are in error there! I would perhaps have escaped from
a severe school,--but from military service never!"
There were again the same old hard words he remembered as a boy--"the
military service"--"the service of arms!" All the blood in his body
rushed to his head.
"How did it happen you were not an officer?" continued Egon. "The cadets
are promoted while very young in the north! Then in a few years you
could have resigned. Just at the age, too, when life was beginning, and
been free--with honor."
Hartmut was dumb; that was what his father had said to him once, but he
would not wait. The barriers were an obstruction, and he threw them
down, not recking that he trampled duty and honor in the dust at the
same time.
"You do not understand how many things pressed upon me at the time," he
explained with difficulty. "My mother--I will not complain, but she has
been my fate. My father was divorced from her when I was little more
than a baby, and I thought she was dead. Then suddenly she appeared in
my life and I was tossed and torn by her hot mother love and her
extravagant promises of freedom and happiness. She alone is accountable
for my broken word--"
"What broken word?" asked Egon, excitedly. "You had not yet taken the
oath?"
"No, but I had promised my father to return, when he permitted me a last
interview with my mother."
"And instead of doing so, you ran away with her?"
"Yes."
The answer was almost inaudible, and then followed a long pause. The
young prince spoke no word, but a deep, bitter pain lay on his sunny
face, the bitterest of his lifetime, for in this minute he lost the
friend he had loved so passionately.
Hartmut began again, but did not look at his friend while he spoke.
"Now you understand why I will force myself into the army at any price.
On the battle-field I can expiate my boyhood's offense. When I saw in
Sicily that war was imminent, I flew in haste to Germany. I hoped to be
able to enter the service at once. I did not dream of the difficulties
which I should encounter; but you can help me if you will."
"No, I cannot," said Egon, coldly. "After what I now know it would be an
impossibility."
Hartmut grew pale to his very lips as he stepped excitedly before him.
"You cannot? That means you will not."
The prince was silent.
"Egon"--there was a tone of wild entreaty in his voice. "You know I have
never asked a favor of you, this is the first and last, but now I beg, I
implore your friendship. It is my release from the fatality which has
followed me since that hour. It means reconciliation to my father,
reconciliation to myself--you must help me!"
"I cannot," repeated the prince, solemnly. "The repulses which you have
received are hard to bear, I doubt not, but they are right. You have
broken faith with your country and with duty. You fled from the
service--you, an officer's son--so it is closed against you--and you
must bear it."
"And you say all this to me, so quietly, so coldly?" cried Hartmut
fairly beside himself now. "This is a matter of life and death to me. I
saw my father for the first time in over ten years at Rodeck when he
hurried to Wallmoden's death bed. He scourged me with contempt and
fearful words. That was what drove me from Germany and sent me roaming
through foreign lands, for his words went with me and changed my life
into hell. I hailed the war cry as my release. I would fight for the
land I had once deserted. But you, you, who alone can open the door,
shut it in my face. Egon, you turn from me; only one course is left!"
He turned with a movement of despair to the table on which the prince's
pistols lay, but the latter pulled him back in affright:
"Hartmut! Are you mad?"
Egon was pale too, now, and his voice trembled as he said:
"I cannot let that happen, I will do my best to get you into some
regiment!"
"At last I thank you!"
"I cannot promise anything, for I must keep it from the duke. He leaves
to-morrow for the seat of war. If he learns later that you are in the
army, the excitement of war may prevent him asking the why and
wherefore. But it will be several days before I can know anything
definite. Will you be my guest until then?"
The prince had recovered his self-possession, and spoke as usual to his
old friend; but Hartmut understood the undertone in this question.
"No, I will not remain in the city; I will go to the forestry at Rodeck.
You can send me word there, and I'll be in the city in a few hours."
"As you please. Will you not go to Rodeck castle?"
Hartmut give him a long, sorrowful glance.
"No, I will stay at the forestry. Farewell, Egon."
"Farewell!"
So they parted without one pressure of the hand, without one cordial
word, these two who had been more than brothers, and as the door closed
between them Hartmut knew that he had lost the dearest friend of his
life. Here, too, he had been judged and sentenced! Surely his punishment
was being meted out to him with no scant measure!