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Updated: June 2, 2025
He looked at the clock and went on: "Thank goodness, you will be here another six months, and we shall be able to get this year's recruits well started. Now it's half-past ten, and I must be off to the riding-school. What else was there? Oh yes, Frielinghausen. Have him here at eleven." And with a friendly "Good morning, Schumann," he left the room.
But his bronzed visage had retained the old frank boyish expression, and altogether he was a fine-looking lad, after whom the women already turned to gaze. After two years had passed, his friends received a formal notification of his marriage; it was sent with the greetings of Baron Walther von Frielinghausen and Baroness Minna Victoria von Frielinghausen, née Kettke.
Trautvetter had been a couple of terms at Breslau, and the education they had both received gave them something in common. Frielinghausen had a good time now. Trautvetter paid for him and let him take part in his amusements and pleasures.
"Nothing further? He seems a promising fellow! Where have we put him?" "In Room IX., Corporal Wiegandt." "Does he know ?" "Yes, sir, I've mentioned it to him." "Right. Call him in; I'll speak to him, and afterwards to Frielinghausen." "Very good, sir." In a few minutes the little bearded corporal was in the room and awaiting his captain's pleasure.
As soon as he was made bombardier he was removed from Room IX. to the non-commissioned officers' quarters. Wegstetten thought to do his protégé a favour by this; but Frielinghausen felt no happier in his new surroundings than in the company of the recruits. The mental atmosphere was hardly more enlightened than that of his former room-mates.
Even the sergeant-major took to joining them; such a chance was not to be let slip. But the deputy sergeant-major, Heimert, kept his distance; he was occupied with preparing for his approaching marriage. And Sergeant Wiegandt preferred walking with his sweetheart Frieda in the quiet evenings. A special relation soon established itself between Frielinghausen and the one-year volunteer.
Directly Frielinghausen did amiss, he would be down on him; just as with that other sprig of nobility, Count Egon Plettau, who had actually managed to serve nearly eight years and of that time to spend, first six months, then two and then five years confined in a fortress always on account of insubordination.
Yes, the battery was all right, and he, Wegstetten, would see to it that it remained so. On every speech-making occasion when the chief held it up as an example, he had rejoiced to see the envious faces with which the commanders of the other batteries congratulated him. Undoubtedly on this account he was given extra hard nuts to crack such as this case of Frielinghausen.
As the pair had not much to talk of except their lover-like wishes, Wiegandt used to tell the girl about the recruits, so that by degrees Frieda learnt to know all their names and idiosyncrasies, and began to take a certain interest in them. Above all had the case of Frielinghausen appealed to her.
There occurred to him, too, the consciousness of another bond: Frielinghausen, like himself, belonged to the old Thuringian nobility possibly even to an older family than Wegstetten's. Although this youngster had undoubtedly caused his mother grave anxiety, yet he had not stolen copper-wire, nor taken part in any socialistic demonstration.
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