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One of them, a slight boyish form, was new to me. The fellow walked briskly along at the side of Stahlberg, who was built on the plan of a Hercules. When they came to the clearing they stopped. The seconds went through the usual formalities of testing the temper of the swords.
Stahlberg was to ride my horse back to the village and return with the sleigh. We climbed into the seat, there was a crunching of snow, a jangle of bells, and we were gliding over the white highway.
"I was just saying to his excellency, that you found yourself at home very readily in our little Court circle, my dear baroness. You are entering our little society for the first time to-day, and have lived, no doubt, in a very different atmosphere until now. Your name was ?" "Stahlberg, your highness," was the quiet reply. "Oh, yes, I remember it now. I have heard the name often enough.
He had made a formal visit of condolence at that time, but Eugen Stahlberg had received him in his sister's stead, and immediately after the brother and sister had left for the North. Adelheid still wore deep mourning, but Prince Egon thought the sombre attire and black veil under which her fair hair gleamed like a halo, only enhanced her beauty.
"I will tell her, although I think the city has no time for such light sorrows now. Ah, there are the gentlemen! I hear Eugen's voice." There they were, true enough. They entered just as Willibald ceased speaking. Young Stahlberg greeted his friend with a joyous cry of surprise. They had not seen each other since the war began, though they were in the same army corps.
He had passed his time in the barracks and had seen many a sword skirmish. "Well, are you going to take off these ropes?" "No. You would break every bone in my body." "Damn it, man!" I groaned, in exasperation. "You will soon be out of breath." Oh! could I have but loosened those cords! "Stahlberg, who left the service a year ago, will act in the capacity of second."
When Major Falkenried had taken command of a distant garrison ten years before, the little city where he was stationed had been very near the principal Stahlberg factories.
I produced the unsigned letter. He read it carefully, while Gretchen looked on nervously. "Ach!" said the innkeeper, "that Stahlberg! He shall be dismissed." Unhappily for him, that individual was just passing along the corridor. The innkeeper signaled him to approach. "How dared you?" began the innkeeper, thrusting the letter under Stahlberg's nose. "Dare?
"How proudly Frau von Wallmoden says that," cried the princess laughing. "O I love such childlike attachment, above everything. And Herr Stahlberg or was it von Stahlberg? The great industrial heads often get titles of nobility." "My father took no such title, your highness," said Adelheid, meeting the other's glance quietly but directly. "It was offered to him but he refused it."
"Stahlberg," I cried excitedly; "tell me why you wrote this note to me and I'll see that you are taken care of the rest of your days." "I forbid him!" commanded Gretchen in alarm. "As God hears me, Herr," said Stahlberg stoutly. "I wrote not a line to you or to any one." "Oh!" cried the innkeeper, stamping.
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