Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: September 10, 2025
When he looked up he did not know how long he had been lying there whistling, but he saw that Elsbeth was crying. "Why do you cry?" he asked. She did not answer him, but dried her eyes with her handkerchief and rose. Silently they walked side by side for a while. When they reached the wood, which lay thick and dark before them, she stopped and asked, "Who has taught you that?"
When the farmer heard that she was going to Interlaken, he promised her to take the goat, and thought when Elsbeth came home again, she would give twice as much milk, and what he made from her, he would give back to Elsbeth in cheese. Then she started down to Interlaken. The herd had already been climbing the mountain for several hours.
And the kind woman kissed her warmly, and asked her to come again very soon, or at least to send the children. The mother smiled sadly and was silent. Elsbeth was allowed to go a few steps farther; then she took leave with a little courtesy. Paul's heart was heavy; he felt there was still something he had to tell her, so he ran after her, and, when he had caught up to her, whispered into her ear,
Elsbeth had only one consolation, but one that always supported her when pain and care oppressed her; she could pray, and although often in the midst of tears, still always with the firm belief that the dear Lord would hear her supplication.
But pay for it pay for it he shall. If he does not immediately sign a whole bushel of shares, the devil take him." Frau Elsbeth listened sadly to all this without saying a word, but Paul used secretly to take down the key of the shed from its shelf, and go off to have mute intercourse with "Black Susy." He stuck to the belief that she would be the means of saving them.
Vainly the aunts implored to be let in. At eleven o'clock the doctor came, and declared himself willing to stay with his patient till next morning. He had evidently come prepared for it, for he was an old friend of the house and one of the wedding guests. Meanwhile they were to telegraph for a nurse. "May I not stay with him?" asked Elsbeth. "If you can," he answered, astonished.
The truth was, he had hoped for the companionship of the white skater. But he did not have it. His only companion was the wind. The only voice he heard was the baying of a wolf on the north shore. The world was as empty and as white as if God had just created it, and the sun had not yet colored nor man defiled it. THE first time one looked at Elsbeth, one was not prepossessed.
But the man in the shooting-coat caressed his child, kissed her on both cheeks, and let her ride on his knees. "See! Elsbeth has got a playfellow," said the kind, strange lady, pointing towards Paul, who, hidden by the foliage, glanced shyly towards the arbor. "Just come here, my boy," the man called out merrily and snapped his fingers.
And on the 29th of August, 1528, he bought the house next to Froben's Buchhaus, the deed attesting that he did so in person, in company with Elsbeth. The price, 300 guldens or florins, was by no means the small one it now seems, nor could the painter pay the whole sum at once. He paid down one-third, and secured the rest by a mortgage. The site of this house is now occupied by 22 St.
A bitter smile came over his face, as if he meant to say, "Now I have sacrificed to you all that I have; now can you be satisfied, Dame Care?" Since that day he felt as if the last link between himself and Elsbeth was severed he had lost her, like his dreams, his hopes, his dignity, his own self. With hurrahs, "Black Susy" wandered out onto the moor. Years went by.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking