The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
"It is a short story, and I will tell it briefly. On the fifteenth
of July I lay with my ship at the Roads of Southampton, destined for
Bombay--captain of a full-rigged ship for the first time. On the
evening of the sixteenth we were to sail. But on the morning of the
sixteenth the news came that war had been declared; at noon, having
already secured a suitable substitute, I severed my connection with the
ship-owners and with my ship; in the evening I was in London; during
the nights of the sixteenth and seventeenth on the way to Ostende by
way of Brussels, down the Rhine to Coblenz, where I offered myself as a
volunteer, was accepted, drilled a little, sent on, and--I don't know
how it happened--assigned to the Ninth Corps, Eighteenth Division, ----
Regiment, in which I went through the campaign."
"Were you promoted?"
"To the rank of Corporal at Gravelotte; on the first of September,
the day after the great sally of Bazaine, to the rank of
Vice-Sergeant-Major; on the fourth of September----"
"That was the day of Orléans?"
"Yes, General--on the day of the battle of Orléans I received my
commission as officer."
"My congratulations on your rapid advancement!" said the General with a
smile; but his face darkened again. "Why didn't you introduce yourself
to me as comrade?"
"The sea captain apologizes for the Reserve Lieutenant, General."
"Did you receive a decoration?"
"At your service! I received the Cross with my commission."
"And you don't wear the decoration?"
"My dress is a little disordered today," replied Reinhold.
Mieting burst into laughter, in which Reinhold freely joined; and the
others smiled--polite, approving, flattering smiles, as it seemed to
the Count.
"I fear we have taxed the patience of the ladies too long," he said
with a significant gesture.
* * * * *
[Mieting and Else are alone in their room. Mieting declares her love
for the captain, declaring he is just her ideal of a man. She then
unbraids her long hair, which reaches to her feet, tells Else all her
little love stories, kisses her and runs off to bed.
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