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Updated: June 17, 2025
A Portrait of little Fritz drumming, with Wilhelmina looking on; to which, probably for the sake of color and pictorial effect, a Blackamoor, aside with parasol in hand, grinning approbation, has been added, was sketched, and dexterously worked out in oil, by Painter Pesne. Picture approved by mankind there and then.
She was going out incessantly and could be over-fatigued. She could have woman's great stand-by in moments of crisis a bad attack of neuralgia. It was the simplest matter in the world. The only question was all things considered, was it worth while? By "all things considered" she meant Leo Ulford. The touch of Fritz in him made him a valuable ally at this moment.
But our three friends could overmatch all the pleasures mentioned by their schoolmates, for they had the promise from their parents that they should go to the city of Frankfort on the Main river to visit an aunt of Fritz.
"I wanted to reach some figs," said he, "when you and Fritz were at Tent House, and Jack and Ernest were nursing mamma; I wished to do some good for her. I thought she would like some of our sweet figs; but there were none in my reach, and I had no stick long enough to beat them down. I went below, and found that great roll of wire.
"Well, my dear Fritz, the only remedy for that lies in that 'book-worm business' as you call it. Sit down on your breeches and work!" "No, Herr von Niebeldingk, it isn't that either ... let me tell you. Day before yesterday I was at the opera.... They sang the Goetterddmmerung.... You know, of course.
The terrible record of his past evil days haunted his every footstep now. He saw these avenging eyes even in his dreams. There was but one who could lift the veil of the awful past. On this eventful night Fritz Braun hid, within his heart, an awful resolve, born of the fear of the disguised felon, floating uneasily in the maelstrom of a great city.
Yes, I am very happy over our success with these boys one so weak, and one so wild; both so much better now, and so full of promise." "What magic did you use, Jo?" "I only loved them, and let them see it. Fritz did the rest."
"Are you hungry?" asked Franz. "Yes, hungry as a wolf," replied Paul, "but don't let us speak of it again, or Aunt Steiner will think that we are Odenwald wolves and all we came to see her for is what we get to eat. You know what Uncle Braun said of those three young men and I don't wish to be like them." Upon returning to the supper room Fritz said, "Let us set the table for Aunt Fanny."
He turned to the man on his right, a great, heavy-jawed Irishman with a bandaged knee, who was sound asleep. "Wake up, Pat," he says, "wake up till I tell you how we strafed Fritz. Out in the open it was, the Prussian Guards." But the Irishman slept on. Neither shaking nor shouting roused a sign of intelligence in him.
It was the Canadians who began the trench raids for which the Germans have such a fierce distaste, and after they had learned something of how Fritz fought the Canadians took to paying him back in some of his own coin. Not that they matched the deeds of the Huns only a Hun could do that. But the Canadians were not eager to take prisoners.
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