Love stories, German; Sisters -- Fiction; Suicide victims -- Fiction
"'Because it would be humiliating--for you too. Only this much I will
tell you: Martha is a delicate, tender, sensitive creature; she would
never be able to hold her own against the flood of cares and misfortune
which must pour down upon her there. She would be broken like a weak
blade of corn at the first onset of the storm. And what good would it
be, if a few years after our wedding I had to carry her to her grave?'
"A cold shudder runs through me, when I think how that word of presage
came to be so terribly realised; but at that moment there was nothing
to warn me. I only felt the ardent desire to give as romantic a turn as
possible to this, to my mind, much too prosaic love affair.
Unfortunately there was not much to be done at present. So at least I
assumed a knowing air, and sought in my memory for some of the phrases
with which worthy sibyls and father confessors are wont to feed the
soul of unhappy lovers.
"And he, this big child, drank in the foolish words of comfort like one
dying of thirst.
"'But will she have patience?' he asked, and showed signs of becoming
disheartened again.
"'She will! Depend upon it,' I cried, eagerly; 'as she has waited so
long, she will wait for another year or two. You will see how gladly
she will submit.'
"'And what if even later nothing should come of it?' he objected, 'if I
should have disappointed her hopes, have played the fool with her
heart? No, I will not speak; they may drag my tongue out of my mouth,
but I will not speak!'
"'If you did not intend to speak, why then did you come?' asked I.
Heaven knows how this two-edged idea got into my foolish young girl's
head. I felt darkly that I was committing a cruelty when I put it into
words, but now it was too late. I saw how his face grew pale, I felt
how his breath swelled up hot and heavy and poured itself forth upon me
in a sigh.
"'I am an honest man, Olga,' he muttered between his teeth; 'you must
not torture me. But as you have asked, you shall have an answer. I came
because I could bear life without her no longer, because by a sight of
her I wanted to gather up strength and comfort for sad days to come,
and because--because in my heart of hearts I still cherished the faint
hope that things might be different here, that it might be possible for
her to come with me.'
"'And is it not possible?'
"'No! Do not ask why; let it suffice you that I say no.'
"Then suddenly he bent down towards me, took hold of both my hands, and
said, from the very depths of his soul: 'See, Olga, more has come of
our good fellowship than we both could suspect an hour ago. Will you
now stand by me faithfully, and help me as much as lies in your power?'
"'I will,' said I, and felt very solemn the while.
"'I know you are no longer a child,' he went on; 'you are a sensible
and brave girl and do not swerve from anything you undertake. Will you
keep watch over her, so that she does not lose heart, even if I now go
away again in silence. Will you?'
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