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Updated: August 14, 2024
But having brought her story up to the present date, she turned once more to Heimert, regarded him tenderly, and said, "Shall I not be happy with him, after having had such hard times in the past?" A few newly-arrived guests now called her to her duties at the bar, and the two non-commissioned officers remained behind alone at the table.
With such a noble competency in view, therefore, he might well venture on marriage. "All right, even when the children come," he whispered to his sweetheart; and Frieda nodded sagaciously, whispering back: "They'll come, sure enough!" Albina Heimert never noticed that such a humble and inconspicuous little person gave her the go-by.
"Don't you know me, sergeant-major?" asked the captain. Heimert smiled at him, and pointed to the little horses. "I ask you, Sergeant-major Heimert, don't you know your captain?" demanded Wegstetten once more. The sergeant-major shook his head, grinning.
He would settle himself anew by the stove, watching his young wife, whose quick, clever hands were busy with baby-clothes; and at such moments, tired by an honest day's work, Heppner felt himself to be a thoroughly good fellow. During the course of the summer, Albina Worzuba had been brought home as a bride by Deputy sergeant-major Heimert, to the Schumanns' old quarters next door.
The duel could take place. The only remaining difficulties were locality and time; but concerning these also Heimert soon decided. Sloping up behind the barracks, the road led straight to an open bit of overhanging ground. There could not be a better spot. And of course the affair could only take place at night.
Heimert felt the sergeant-major looking at him, as he thought, with a sneering, incredulous sort of expression. He was embarrassed, and began describing figures on the table with a little beer that had been spilt. "Well, well," he began at last, "women are always like that. She draws the long bow, of course as to her origin and so forth." "Yes," answered Heppner; "girls love doing that."
But that, of course, made no difference to Heimert's plans. He learned from the stablemen that Heppner would be at the White Horse with Blechschmidt, the sergeant-major of the fifth, that evening. That was capital. He would catch him as he came home, and the affair would be arranged in two minutes. Heimert ate his supper in silence.
On the stroke of nine Heimert heard the sergeant-major go out. In the corridor he caught some of the men larking about without their caps, and rebuked them sharply. Then he clanked down the stairs, and all was still. Heimert carried the lamp to the table in the window and sat down to write.
For the first time the sergeant-major made an articulate sound. "All right," he said. His voice sounded husky, and he cleared his throat. "Very good," said Heimert; "then it's all settled." He took up his position, and looked coolly before him. The moon shone down from a clear sky. A single light cloud floated against the dark background, looking like a little white skiff.
I am just going over to headquarters, and you can have the money and the books for me when I return." Heppner hardly had the strength to reply with the usual "Very good, sir." More than a hundred marks was missing from the box. Time pressed; Wegstetten might be back again in half an hour. He went to find Heimert. Heimert was no friend to him, he knew; but he had always been a good comrade.
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