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"To the front!" cried Hartmut; "that's where " "General Falkenried is with his brigade. He is lost if the news does not reach him. We put the means of saving his life in the hands of his son!" Hartmut grasped his friend's arm. He was all excitement and anxiety in an instant. "I can save my father? I? What has happened? What am I to do?" "Listen.
"You are the son of the woman whose name you bear; you are no son of mine. No one devoid of honor can be a Falkenried." The words were almost too much for Hartmut. The blood mounted hot and wild to his brow the brow so like his father's and it required all his strength to keep himself under control.
The one thing which completed the ambassador's discomfiture, and made his position extremely painful, was the coming of Falkenried. It would be impossible to conceal his son's whereabouts and doings from the father, and Wallmoden dare not let him learn them from strangers.
When Major Falkenried had taken command of a distant garrison ten years before, the little city where he was stationed had been very near the principal Stahlberg factories.
Hartmut, now, is in appearance the counterpart of his mother; he has her features and her eyes." "Yes," assented Falkenried gloomily, "her dark, demoniacal, glowing eyes, which cast their spell upon all who knew her." "And were your ruin," supplemented Wallmoden. "How often did I warn and advise you then; but you would not listen. Your passion had seized you like a fever and held you like chains.
She had had a long journey without rest, and one painful excitement after another on this never-to-be-forgotten day, and now nature demanded rest. Lights yet glimmered from a few windows, and these belonged to Colonel von Falkenried's and Frau von Wallmoden's rooms, which were only separated by a long, narrow ante-chamber. Falkenried was to accompany Adelheid to the city to-morrow.
The image of his mother whom he had so dearly loved, was suddenly and ruthlessly despoiled of its purity and its charm, and in its place came the desolating conviction that she whom he had trusted and followed had been his destruction. "I would have protected you from the poisonous atmosphere of such an influence," continued Falkenried. "Fool that I was!
His eyes were wet, but his voice was firm and clear as he answered: "Yes, gentlemen, he is severely wounded, and perhaps the ride which saved us all was his death ride. But he has done his duty as a man and a soldier, and if you would know his name, he is my son Hartmut von Falkenried." The old manor house of Burgsdorf lay peaceful and quiet in the summer sunshine.
"They wanted to be as near the general as possible," said Willibald. "Well, in this case, Falkenried could have gotten leave and gone to them. God be praised! The man seems to live again since he has his son with him. I knew better than any one how the boy's flight struck him, for he fairly worshipped his son, notwithstanding his severity.
"I shall be silent, I give you my word," answered Wallmoden, to whom Falkenried's words were enigmatical, for Adelheid's confession was unknown to him. "I had really decided on that before you came. The name of Falkenried shall not be exposed to scorn or derision through me." "Well and good, then we need not discuss the subject farther," said Falkenried.
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