Love stories, German; Sisters -- Fiction; Suicide victims -- Fiction
"This time papa did not send for a doctor. He could make the diagnosis
himself. Even mama suffered with the poor girl, as far as her
phlegmatic nature permitted, and it did not permit her to stir from her
chimney-corner to tender help to her sickening daughter. As for me, I
now for the first time found an opportunity of proving to my family
that I was no longer a child, and that even in serious matters, my will
claimed consideration. I took the burden of housekeeping upon my
shoulders, and though they all smiled and remonstrated, and though
Martha declared time after time that she would never suffer me, the
younger one, to usurp her place, I had still in a fortnight, so far
gained my point that the entire household danced to my pipe.
"That was the only time when Martha and I ever came to hard words; but
gradually she necessarily perceived that what I did was only done for
her sake, and finally she was the first to feel grateful to me. In
several other things too, she learnt to submit to me; but she sought to
deceive herself as to my influence by remarking that one must give way
to children.
"Through my intercourse with Robert, I now learnt for the first that
one may tell lies for love's sake. I concealed from him the sad effects
of his letter, yes, I even unblushingly wrote to him that everything
was as well as could be. I acted thus, because I reflected that the
truth would plunge him into a thousand new cares and anxieties, which
must absolutely crush him, as he was powerless to help. But it was very
hard for me to keep up my light chatty tone, and often some joke seemed
to freeze in my pen.
"And things grew more and more troubled. Papa was despondent because
failure of crops had destroyed his best prospects, mama grumbled
because no one came to amuse her, and Martha faded away more and more.
"Christmas drew near--such a gloomy one as our happy home had never
before witnessed.
"Round the burning Christmas tree which I had this time trimmed and
lighted in Martha's stead, we stood and did not know what to say to
each other for very heaviness of heart. And because no one else did so,
I had to assume a forced smile and attempt to scare the wrinkles from
their brows. But I got very little response indeed, and finally we
shook hands and said 'good-night,' so that each might retire to his
room, for we felt that anyhow we could not get on together.
"When I came to Martha, who sat silently in a corner, gazing vacantly
at the dying candles, a painful feeling darted through my breast, as if
I were committing some wrong towards her, which I ought to redress. But
I did not know what this wrong could be.
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