Andreas Hofer: An Historical NovelMühlbach, L. (Luise)
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Andreas Hofer: An Historical Novel
Mühlbach, L. (Luise)
Hofer, Andreas, 1767-1810 -- Fiction; Tyrol (Austria) -- History -- Uprising of 1809 -- Fiction
"Captain von Hohenberg," she said, "we are no longer on the balcony
yonder; nor is it necessary that you should kiss my hand. That may
be suitable when you have fair ladies from the city before you, but
not when you are speaking with a Tyrolese girl. Besides, I did not
tell you all this to obtain praise and admiration from you, but to
prevent you from taking me for a mean-spirited girl, respecting
herself so little as to try to get a husband in so dishonorable a
manner. No, by the Holy Virgin, I would rather die and be buried
under an avalanche than act so meanly and disgracefully. But when
the peasants were going to kill you, there was no other way for me
to save your life than that of saying that you were my betrothed,
and that was the only reason why I said so. How. ever, I had no idea
that the wedding was to take place to-day, for my dear father had
concealed it from me, and wished to surprise me, because he really
believed that I loved you. If I had known beforehand what father had
in view, I should have devised some way of preventing him from
carrying his plan into effect. But I swear to you, I had no inkling
of it. Therefore, I beg your pardon, sir, for the harsh treatment
you received at their hands for my sake."
"Eliza," he said, mournfully, "your words rend my heart. Oh, do not
be so gentle and generous! Be angry with me, call me an infamous
villain, who, in his blindness, did not penetrate your magnanimity
and heroic self-sacrifice; do not treat me with this charming
mildness which crushes me! You acted like an angel toward me, and I
treated you like a heartless barbarian."
"I forgive you with all my heart, and therefore you may forgive
yourself," she said, with a gentle smile. "But let us speak no
longer of the past; let us think only of the future. You heard what
father said: 'To-morrow morning there will be a wedding or an
execution.'"
"Well, then, there will be a wedding to-morrow morning," exclaimed
Ulrich, casting an ardent glance on the young girl; "yes, there will
be a wedding to-morrow morning. Pray, Eliza, save my life a third
time to-morrow; become my wife!"
"I will save your life," she said, throwing back her head, proudly;
"but fortunately it is unnecessary for me to become your wife for
that purpose. I have come here only to save you. Sir, you must
escape to-night."
"Escape," he said, shrugging his shoulders; "escape, when Schroepfel
is guarding my door?"
"Hush! do not speak so loud, sir; he might hear you, and he must
know nothing about it. Bend your head closer to me and listen: Go to
bed early this evening, but extinguish your light beforehand, lest
Schroepfel should see any thing. My mother told me Schroepfel had
bored holes in the door, and was watching you all the time.
Therefore, go to bed early, and leave your window open. When the
church-clock strikes two, listen for any noise, and hold yourself in
readiness. That is all I have to say to you, and now good-by."
She nodded to him, and turned to the door.
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