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Updated: June 14, 2025
He caught her head in his hands almost savagely and pressed a wild, passionate kiss on her lips. Albina's defiant resolution broke down; she returned his kiss with equal passion. Heimert, standing in the dark kitchen, screened by the door, saw it all. He had been to fetch a bottle of beer, now he suddenly re-entered the room. "There's no beer, Albina," he said; "you must have been mistaken."
Neither did they notice that a long, oppressive silence had fallen on them, that the lamp was burning low, and the room darkening. At last Heimert drew out his watch. "It's time to go to bed," he said; "we've got to get up to-morrow morning." Heppner and Albina awoke suddenly from their entranced condition, and the sergeant-major hastened to say good night. Quickly Albina prepared for bed.
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.
His sword was in the scabbard, and he had buried his hands deep in his breeches-pockets. Every now and then the lubberly fellow would whistle a stave, or stand still and kick a stone from his path, or gape so loudly that the moon shone into his open mouth. At last he disappeared round a corner of the buildings. "Now!" whispered Heimert. "You go first, but take off your sword."
On the Monday evening appointed he met Heppner on the parade-ground. Heimert had made himself as smart as possible. He had put on his new extra uniform, which he had meant to keep for his wedding, and had forced his big hands into shiny white kid gloves. The collar of his tunic was very high, and so tight that he could hardly turn his head.
Suddenly she pressed her lips together and clenched her hands feverishly. Had not her sister just handled his tunic lingeringly with a kind of furtive tenderness? Had the scandal already gone so far? Julie Heppner believed that she would die betrayed and forsaken by all; but during her last days she gained a sympathetic friend in the newly appointed deputy sergeant-major Heimert.
But a younger man cannot be promoted over his head." He took the second document and handed it to Wegstetten. "And here, at the same time, is the other promotion. I have followed your advice. Sergeant Heimert is to-day appointed deputy sergeant-major and relieved of his present duty. He will report himself to you to-morrow. "Thank you, sir," replied the captain.
Suddenly a night-bird screamed loudly from a neighbouring tree-top, and immediately afterwards sounded the first stroke of the hour. The sergeant-major pulled himself up. With suddenly awakened senses he looked about him. Opposite him stood Heimert with his revolver, and he himself felt the butt-end of a weapon in his right hand. But this was all madness. It was a crime.
Heimert took up the two revolvers in one of his big hands; with the other he pointed over his shoulder out of the window. "We'll go up there," he said. "There's plenty of room there. And we'll take our own two revolvers with us. Look here! I will load them, each with one cartridge."
He wanted to cry out, "Stop!" This folly was impossible. If anything happened to him he was lost. There was money missing from the battery cash-box; at least he must put that right. Then came the second stroke. Stop! Stop! Why was his tongue tied? Heimert saw him draw himself up. He thought his adversary was going to fire, and he raised his revolver hastily. His forefinger pressed the trigger.
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