Love stories, German; Sisters -- Fiction; Suicide victims -- Fiction
"I was to go with them, was to share the remnant of happiness that
still remained for them, and to make a permanent home for myself at my
brother-in-law's hearth; but coldly and obstinately I repudiated his
offer.
"In vain both of them strove to solve the riddle of my behaviour, and
Martha, who fretted because none of her happiness was to fall to my
share, often came at nights to my bedside and wept upon my neck. Then I
felt ashamed of my hard disposition, spoke to her caressingly as to a
child, and did not allow her to leave me till a smile of hope broke
through her trouble.
"For a week Robert worked hard in every direction to dispose of our
belongings and find purchasers for them. Very little remained over for
us; but then we did not require anything.
"Then, quite quietly, the wedding took place. I and the old
head-inspector were the witnesses, and instead of a wedding breakfast
we went out to the churchyard and bade farewell to the newly-made
graves, whose yellow sand the ivy was beginning to cover scantily with
thin trails.
"During the last weeks I had been looking out for a suitable situation.
I had received several offers; I had only to choose. And when Robert,
with grave and solemn looks, placed himself in front of me and
solicitously asked, 'What is to become of you now, child?' with a calm
smile I disclosed to him my plans for the future, so that he clapped
his hands in admiration and cried 'Upon my word I envy you; you
understand how to make your way.'
"And Martha too envied me, that I could see by the sad looks which she
fastened on me and Robert. She herself wished that she might once more
have all my unbroken, youthful strength to lay it upon his altar of
sacrifice. I kissed her and told her to keep up her spirits, and her
eyes with which she looked imploringly up at Robert said: 'I give you
all that I am; forgive me that it is not more.'
"Next morning we set forth; the young couple to their new home--I to go
among strangers.
* * * * *
"Of the next three years I will say nothing at all. What I suffered
during that time in the way of mortification and humiliation is graven
with indelible lines upon my soul; it has finally achieved the
hardening of my disposition, and made me cold and suspicious towards
every living human being. I have learnt to despise their hatred and
still more their love. I have learnt to smile when anguish was tearing
with iron grip at my soul. I have learnt to carry my head erect, when I
could have hidden it in the dust for very shame.
"The leaden heaviness of dreary, loveless days, the terrible weight of
darkness in sleepless nights, the loathsome dissonance of lascivious
flattery, the endless, oppressive silence of strangers' jealousy--with
all these I became familiar.
"It was indeed a hard crust of bread that I ate among strangers, and
often enough I moistened it with my tears.
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