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"There's no use talking to people like you." When Captain Rauchfuss's daughter had reached her seventeenth year, it came to pass that the old man got involved in a love-affair. On his Sunday visits to Frau Kummerfelden about this time he had often found there a neat little widow who professed a charming devotion to her old teacher. After her husband's death she had been left in poor circumstances.

When Frau Rauchfuss's treasure grew to be a pretty little schoolgirl, it befell one day that the mother went down to the town with a heavy heart, to ask advice of her doctor about a trouble which for some time she had been silently carrying about with her, and which had made her work a heavy and oppressive burden.

Ah, there you are the sins of the fathers upon the children, unto the third and fourth generation!" Old Sperber looked very black; he was displeased with Herr Rauchfuss's Tubby. "What foolishness is this?" he said to her. "Down in the town a girl takes what she can get and is thankful but you make everything that's got legs trudge all this long way up the hill.

"We don't need anything. Go to bed. I'll stay with our child. Leave us alone." And they were left alone. They went together into the living-room, Herr Sperber carrying one of the large candles with him. "Now tell me, child, how all this has happened!" She knelt in front of the little old man, who sat, full of care, in Herr Rauchfuss's armchair; and again the hot tears flowed.

"A beauty like her! That would be a shame!" "Well, what do you intend to do with her?" asked Herr Sperber. "After all, that's what women are meant for." "Yes, more's the pity." "And old Rauchfuss's daughter especially ought to marry early or we shall see things. She's a devil of a girl ... The pastor says he's got somebody for her." "Well, why not?

The pleasant little widow had abandoned her comfortable widowhood without sufficient reflection: and now she had to put up as best she might with the difficulties of Herr Rauchfuss's disposition sighing or complaining would do no good. "You ought to have taken more time to think about it," was all the answer she got from her light-hearted husband. "What made you marry an old soldier?