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And imagine, Mariechen, dear Mariechen one of our best friends Senior-lieutenant Reimers that's how it is with him just as with poor Otto Krewesmühlen; but he will renounce his happiness. He is a brave man." Falkenhein breathed more freely. Thank God! the mischief was out. He looked anxiously across at Marie. Her face had become as white as the table-cloth. He was afraid she might faint.
"Forgive me! darling, my poor darling! My eyes were drawn to follow you; but I turned them by force to Mariechen. I know now that I loved you alone even then. In dreams, and when half awake, when I let myself go, it was you only for whom I longed. Dearest, forgive me!" Hannah shook her head gently, and looked fondly into his petitioning eyes.
Apparently all his wishes were to be fulfilled. Would it not perhaps be best to propose at once for the hand of Mariechen? Was not this just the right moment, after receiving such a conspicuous proof of Falkenhein's esteem and goodwill? But finally a piece of pure punctilio prevented him from carrying out his intentions.
I did not exist for you. I could have knelt before you, begging and imploring, 'Can you not even see me here? But you had eyes only for Mariechen, and when I went away into the night, you and she were standing together by the railing like a betrothed pair. Happiness shone in your eyes. Yes! in yours too, dearest." Reimers kissed the hand of his adored lady. "Forgive me!" he sobbed.
My voman cry continually for him. I still fumigate the pipe, ant say, 'What was your son's name, and where servet he? Perhaps I may know him. 'His name was Karl Mayer, ant he servet in ze Austrian Jagers. 'He were of pig stature, ant a handsome man like yourself, puts in Mariechen. I say, 'I know your Karl. 'Amalia, exclaimet my Vater. 'Come here!
Only happy couples try to bring about other marriages." A short time afterwards, without any prompting from the Güntzes, Reimers said to his stout friend: "Güntz, doesn't it strike you that Mariechen Falkenhein is a very nice girl?" Güntz leant back in his chair reflectively, and answered: "A nice girl? how do you mean?
The eldest child had followed the father not only in the entail but also in the manner of his death, and the widow and the second son were only like two feeble flames which the wind of life permits out of charity still to flicker for a while. This cousin must serve to point the moral for his poor Mariechen, and help her to forget her young love in as painless a manner as possible.
"If you don't love me, that is the end of the matter. But if you do love me, Mariechen, and will marry me, you won't be unhappy. Now I have said all." Marie put down the water-bottles, and turned to Wärli. "You have been a long time in telling me," she said, pouting. "Why didn't you tell me three months ago? It's too late now." "Oh.
I've heard it, I know somewhere; but no, I can't remember. I try I try to follow the air but no use. And then, presently, one of the notes whispers into my puckering lips a single word "Mariechen." Then other notes whisper others "du süsses Viehchen"; and then others still others "du bist mein alles, bist mein Traum."
"Kläre," she said, "I am going into the town to inquire after Frau von Stuckardt. Would you like me to call in at the chemist's and tell him he is to send you the sugar-of-milk for the baby?" Frau Kläre took stock of the young girl, and shook her finger at her laughingly. "Mariechen! Mariechen!" she said. "I never would have believed you could become such an accomplished hypocrite, my child."
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