Close upon Pilgrim came the engineer, followed by Faller, Don Bastian,
and the members of the Liederkranz.
"Is my William safe?" asked Lenz.
"Yes indeed, safe in my house," answered Don Bastian.
Some of the men shovelled away the snow from the outside of the
windows.
"Sun, sun! I behold you again!" cried Annele, sinking upon her knees.
The clock kept on playing the Hallelujah, the schoolmaster added his
voice, and the whole Liederkranz joined in with full, firm tones. As if
shaken by the mighty song, the snow-fortress in front of the house
suddenly loosened and rolled down the valley.
The house stood free.
The door into the kitchen was opened, and, upon the window being
lifted, the raven darted across the room above the head of the child
out into the open air.
"Birdie gone!" cried the child. A second raven was waiting without, and
the two now soaring high in the air, now swooping towards the ground,
flew up through the valley.
The first woman who made her way to Annele was Ernestine, who, having
heard of the disaster on the Morgenhalde, and also of the landlady's
death, had lost no time in coming to her cousin's help. She knelt
beside her. Lenz leaned upon Pilgrim's bosom.
Petrovitsch was beginning to be angry because no one paid him any
attention, when happily the engineer approached him, and, with a manner
at once respectful and cordial, congratulated him on his deliverance.
The best fellow of the whole company, thought the old man. Pilgrim
politely apologized for the embrace he had inadvertently given, and was
treated to a cordial shake of the hand.
"I have found a scrap of your mother's handwriting in the snow," said
Faller hoarsely; "most of the writing is washed out, but these few
words are left: 'This little plant is called edelweiss. Marie Lenz.'"
"The paper is mine!" cried Annele, rising. All looked at her in
astonishment. "Why, Annele!" screamed Ernestine, "what in Heaven's name
have you on your head? your hair is all white!"
Annele went to the mirror, and, with a cry of anguish, clasped both
hands above her head.
"An old woman! an old woman!" she moaned, and fell upon Lenz's neck.
After a while she rose, sobbing, dried her tears and whispered in his
ear, "That is my edelweiss that has grown for me under the snow."
CHAPTER XL.
ALL IS WELL.
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