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"Yes, let us go," sighed Loudon; "if we must remain here inactive, we can at least employ the time in sleep." No one remarked the withdrawal of the two gentlemen. The gay laughter, the drinking and singing went on undisturbed, and soon became a scene of wild and drunken confusion. "We can now also withdraw," whispered Charles Henry to Fritz Kober. "Come, come! you know we are expected."
"Well, if the bacon is cut," said the king, smiling, "and if Henry Buschman has promised to make the noodles, he must certainly keep his word; take the wood away with you." "Hurrah! long life to our king and to our good Fritz Kober," cried the soldiers, and, collecting the wood, they hastened away. The king stepped back, silently, into the small, low room of the hut.
All who approach you are compelled to respect you, and no one will ever dare to cast a reproach on Fritz Kober. You are, at the same time, a hero, a good man, and an innocent child, and my heart rejoices in you." "What is good in me, I owe to you," said Fritz Kober. "Before I knew you, I was a simple blockhead, and lived on stupidly from day to day, thinking of nothing.
Give me your spoon; but listen, I can tell you, if the noodles are not good, I shall be angry." He took the plate and began to eat. The soldiers all stopped, and looked eagerly at the king. When he had swallowed the first bite, Fritz Kober could no longer restrain his curiosity. "Well, sire," he said, triumphantly, "what do you say to it!
"One thing I know," whispered Fritz Kober, "they have no thought of marching. They will pass a quiet, peaceful night by their camp-fires." "I agree with you," said Charles Henry, "but let us go forward and listen a little; perhaps we can learn where the generals are quartered." "Look, look! it must be there," said Fritz Kober, hastily.
A glowing blush suffused Charles Henry's face; he bowed down over his work and sewed on in monstrous haste. Fritz Kober came nearer and bowed so low that he was almost kneeling. "Charles Henry Buschman, will you be my wife?" Charles Henry did not answer; tears and bobs choked his voice, and trembling with emotion he laid his head on Fritz Kober's shoulder.
Kober: I am personally acquainted with many of the women who have been confined at Occoquan, and at the District jail, and have heard from their own lips an account of the nutrition and sanitary conditions prevailing at both places. I, therefore, feel constrained to make known to you the conditions, as they have been told to me, and as I believe them actually to exist.
Charles Henry looked up from his work, and gazed at the pale, agitated face of his comrade; and as he did so, tears gushed from his eyes. "God forbid, Fritz Kober, that I should make you unhappy! I would rather shed my heart's blood to make you happy." "Hurrah! hurrah!" cried Fritz Kober. "If this is so, listen to me and answer me, Charles Henry Buschman, will you be my wife?"
Harvey Wiley, the celebrated food expert, in a letter to Dr. George M. Kober, member of the Board in control of the jail and workhouse, and a well-known sanitarium. Dr. Wiley wrote: November 3, 1917. Dear Dr.
It seems to me the marble chillness of the corpse will insinuate itself into my whole body, and that I shall never be warm again." Fritz Kober looked up with wide-open eyes! "You have such curious thoughts, Charles Henry, such as come to no other man; but you are right, it is a frosty thing."
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