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Updated: June 9, 2025
"But see here, brother, as we are not going to fight this evening, I think we should make use of the time and cook a soup for ourselves. When we have wood enough for a good fire, we will set the kettle over it, and the best of pastimes will be ready. Shall we do it, comrades? Every man a groschen, and Charles Henry Buschman to cook the noodles."
"But the expression of your eyes was so changed," whispered Charles Henry; "I was obliged to turn away when their glance fell upon me. I felt that my secret was discovered, and therefore I avoided being with you." "Officer Buschman," cried Deesen, in a commanding voice from the house, "is your work finished?" "Immediately; I have but a few stitches to do," cried Charles Henry.
Buschman could endure it no longer; he arose and started toward the village. He longed to see some human being to encounter some look of love to receive sympathy from some one who understood his grief, who suffered as he did, and who did not wear the eternal smile that Nature wore. He went to the village, therefore, and left the care of his flock to Phylax.
Side by side, whispering in low tones, lay the soldiers for the hour seemed to all too solemn to be broken by any loud sound. No hearts were so full of gratitude and joy as those of Charles Henry Buschman and Fritz Kober. In the pressure of the battle they had been separated and had not again met during the engagement.
The old man sat down to his solitary meal; he ate only to sustain his body; his thoughts were far away; he took no pleasure in his food. In the middle of his meal he started up; a shadow had fallen across the window, and two loving, well-known eyes had seemed to look in on him. Buschman, as if paralyzed with delight, let fall his spoon and looked toward the door.
"I am afraid of you, Anna Sophia," said he, shuddering. "You are changed you are not like yourself." "No," said she; "nor am I the same. Yesterday I was Anna Sophia Detzloff from to-day I am Charles Henry Buschman. Do not interrupt me it must be! You shall not break your father's heart you shall not bring disgrace upon the village. The king has called you you must obey the call.
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