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I asked. "No, he died in Gretchen's arms. I kept my promise, and two months later went back to the village to bring him to America with me, but a forester's bullet had ended him. It was on the Baroness's grounds, too. He wouldn't halt and the guard fired. Think of killing such an adorable savage and all because the blood of the primeval man boiled in his veins. Oh, it was damnable!"
Gretchen's pallet stood in a small alcove and the old woman's bed by the left of the fire. Gretchen opened the door, which was unlocked. There was no light in the hall. She pressed her lover in her arms, kissed him lightly, and pushed him into the living-room. A log smoldered dimly on the irons.
Wallenstein was a capital soldier, and a jolly fellow round a board, but beyond that Carmichael had no real liking for him. There were too many scented notes stuck in his pockets. The colonel dropped his cigarette, leaned over Gretchen's shoulder and spoke a few words. At first she gave no heed. The colonel persisted. Without a word in reply, she resolutely sought the nearest policeman.
"He looks as if he had had some bad news," said the girl. "Do you think that he is ill, father? Shall I take him a glass of water, and ask him to walk into the house?" Brian was aroused from a maze of wretched, confused thought by the touch of Gretchen's light hand upon his arm. She had a glass of water in her hand.
Oh, if it were Gretchen who worked this letter, then I can touch what her hands have touched the little dimpled hands in the picture, and she kissed the 'M' as fervently as if it had been Gretchen's lips and Gretchen were her mother. On the old brass ring the key to the trunk and carpet-bag were still fastened, together with the small straight key, for which no use had ever been found.
"I'll be back in a moment," she said, as she left the room. When she returned she put out her hand. On the palm lay two bright American dimes. "What's this?" I asked. "The change." "Very good!" laughed Pembroke. I said nothing, but took out my wallet. In opening it to put in the dimes, something fell to the floor. It was Gretchen's rose. "What is that?" asked Phyllis, as I stooped to pick it up.
I only know that after a while there came to it a little baby a girl baby Gretchen's and yours She did not get any further, for with a bound Arthur was on his feet, every faculty alert, every nerve strung to its utmost pitch, and every muscle of his face quivering with wild excitement, as he exclaimed: 'A baby! Gretchen's baby and mine! A little girl! Oh, Cherry, if you are deceiving me now!
Rich old farmer, named Huss. Has inherited great wealth of manure, and by diligence has added to it. It is double-starred in Baedeker. The Black forest artist paints it his masterpiece. The king comes to see it. Gretchen Huss, daughter and heiress. Paul Hoch, young neighbor, suitor for Gretchen's hand ostensibly; he really wants the manure.
Job suffered some things, but I won't scold out here I have my trials; but it may be they are all for the best, as the Scripture says." These forbearing remarks were not wholly meant for Gretchen's reproval. Mrs. Woods liked to have the world know that she had her trials, and she was pleased to find so many ears on this bright morning open to her experiences.
Down the hall came the pattering of little feet, and the nurse entered with two stout boys and a lovely girl, a second Gretchen, the same roguish blue eyes, and golden hair rippling away from her white forehead: "These are my hopes," said the father, and a smile curled his lip, amid, his eye filled with tenderness as he glanced at Gretchen's face.
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