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Updated: May 8, 2025
But only one of the five banqueters was in the vein Blechschmidt, sergeant-major of the fifth battery. He was still eating and drinking when the four others were already sitting at the half-cleared table playing cards. "Something moderate to begin with!" the master baker Kühn had suggested; so each one put down three marks.
They drew closer together, and even Blechschmidt came nearer. The players bent over the table, their eyes followed the dealing of the cards with eagerness, their faces glowed.
They lighted their fresh cigars on the stumps of the old ones, and when their throats became parched from excitement, they gulped down rapid draughts of the beer, which was gradually becoming flat and muddy as it flowed from the tap into the glasses. They had lost all thought of time. Suddenly Blechschmidt, the tireless toper, grumbled, "No, I shan't play with you any more. Beer's best."
Sergeant-major Blechschmidt, who was most to blame, received an official intimation that he must not count upon a further term of service. Finally the widow was informed that her husband had committed suicide in a moment of temporary mental aberration. A few days after the funeral Heimert was installed in Heppner's place.
But that, of course, made no difference to Heimert's plans. He learned from the stablemen that Heppner would be at the White Horse with Blechschmidt, the sergeant-major of the fifth, that evening. That was capital. He would catch him as he came home, and the affair would be arranged in two minutes. Heimert ate his supper in silence.
It was not pleasant to retire from drill, riding remounts, giving riding-lessons, and leading a line in driving exercises all that had been so much after his own heart. And this eternal scribbling would be altogether against the grain. If only he had a clever clerk, like Blechschmidt of the fifth battery, who did not over-exert himself!
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