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"You will also order Colonel Blucher to open with all his guns at the moment that General Schmidt's men advance to the attack." "At midnight, sir," was the reply. "That is all." The voices became silent. Quickly Hal reported to Chester what he had overheard. "It's up to us to arouse Captain O'Neill," said Chester. He hurried off. Hal glanced at his watch. It was 10 o'clock.
The terrible frenzy in which Frederick had been the night before was apparent from the way in which things had been thrown about. The glass of his seaman's clock on the wall was broken, and dishes were shivered to bits. Peter Schmidt's diagnosis was typhoid fever. The first two days and nights he did not leave Frederick's side, except when his wife took his place.
One day Ingigerd Hahlström accompanied by a distinguished looking American by no means in his prime got off the Boston train and went directly to Peter Schmidt's office. She introduced herself and asked whether Frederick von Kammacher was still in Meriden. Before he was taken ill they had exchanged letters.
"But I am afraid you do not care for young ladies?" said she. Peter Paul got red "Vrow Schmidt's niece is a very nice young lady," said he. He was not thinking of Vrow Schmidt's niece, he was thinking of something else something for which he would have liked a little sympathy; but he doubted whether Leena could give it to him.
Those voices and sounds were piercingly sweet and familiar to Frederick. "You may kill me for saying so, but I am, and will remain, a European." His homesickness grew stronger and stronger. He went about singing such passionate praises of Europe to his friends that he entangled them in the web of his feelings, and finally melted away even Mrs. Schmidt's rigid resistance.
Again he pondered. "I am very glad you have brought good news, though Schmidt's death is a heavy price to pay for the victory. His Majesty will no doubt wish to see you, but not today. I thank you! You must have a rest. Be at the levee tomorrow after the parade. However, I will let you know." The stupid smile, which had left his face while he was speaking, reappeared. "Au revoir!
Schmidt said she would rather be the dirtiest shepherdess on Sentis than a physician in Meriden. "Very well," cried Peter, "we will cross the ocean again and settle in Berne or Zürich." As always when Peter Schmidt made this proposition, Mrs. Schmidt's face took on an expression of hard, hostile determination. It did not escape Frederick's notice. Everything Mrs.
But in the letter which accompanied the gift he stipulated that the boy whose mother was in prison should not be removed from Frau Schmidt's care to the children's asylum. It was quite in the order of things that the baroness should acknowledge the munificent gift by a letter of thanks. This missive was beautifully written. The orthography was singularly faultless.
At last, when I thought that there were no more to be got, I found, at the bottom of old Schmidt's chest, "Mandeville, a Romance, by Godwin, in five volumes." This I had never read, but Godwin's name was enough, and after the wretched trash I had devoured, anything bearing the name of a distinguished intellectual man, was a prize indeed.
I spoil your pig-pen, but your pig-pen spoil my suit and your sow scare me oud of TWO years' growth." "Now, don't get funny. Fork over fifty dollars or you go to the constable." Old Schmidt's face was a study. Finally, however, he produced a fat wallet, and peeling off two twenty-dollar bills and a ten, he handed them over with a sigh.
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