P. S. DEAR. MR. KONIGSMARCK--Please send a copy of the above to the
newspapers, English as well as German.
C. F.
The magistrate beamed his kindliest upon Hilda. "The charge against
you is absurd. Your arrest was a crime. You are free."
Hilda put her hand on Otto's arm. "Let us go," she murmured wearily.
As they went up the aisle hand in hand the crowd stood and cheered
again and again; the magistrate did not touch his gavel--he was nodding
vigorous approval. Hilda held Otto's hand more closely and looked all
round. And her face was bright indeed.
Thus the shadow of Mr. Feuerstein--of vanity and false emotion, of pose
and pretense, passed from her life. Straight and serene before her lay
the pathway of "work and love and home."