The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VIII | Page 8

"I should have known you, my girl, for your mother, when she went to school with me, looked just as you do--we were good companions; and your father served my cousin, Farmer Rodel. I know all about you. But tell me, Amrei, why have you no shoes on? You might take cold in such weather as this! Tell Marianne that Dame Landfried of Hochdorf told you to say, it is not right of her to let you run about like this! But no--you needn't say anything--I will speak to her myself. But, Amrei, you are a big girl now, and must be sensible and look out for yourself. Just think--what would your mother say, if she knew that you were running about barefoot at this season of the year?"
The child looked at the speaker with wide-open eyes, as if to say: "Doesn't my mother know anything about it?"
But the woman continued:
"That's the worst of it, that you poor children cannot know what virtuous parents you had, and therefore older people must tell you. Remember that you will give real, true happiness to your parents, when they hear, yonder in heaven, how the people down here on earth are saying 'The Josenhans children are models of all goodness--one can see in them the blessing of honest parents.'"
The tears poured down the woman's cheeks as she spoke these last words. The feeling of grief in her soul, arising from quite another cause, burst out irresistibly at these words and thoughts; there was sorrow for herself mingled with pity for others. She laid her hand upon the head of the girl, who, when she saw the woman weeping, also began to weep bitterly; she very likely felt that this was a good soul inclining toward her, and a dawning consciousness began to steal over her that she had really lost her parents.
Suddenly the woman's face seemed irradiated. She raised her still tearful eyes to heaven, and said:
"Gracious God, Thou givest me the thought." Then, turning to the child, she went on: "Listen--I will take you with me. My Lisbeth was just your age when she was taken from me. Tell me, will you go with me to Allgau and live with me?"
"Yes," replied Amrei, decidedly.
Then she felt herself nudged and seized from behind. "You must not!" cried Damie, throwing his arms around her--and he was trembling all over.
"Be still," said Amrei, to soothe him. "The kind woman will take you too. Damie is to go with us, is he not?"
"No, child, that cannot be--I have boys enough."
"Then I'll not go either," said Amrei, and she took Damie by the hand.
There is a kind of shudder, wherein a fever and a chill seem to be quarreling--the joy of doing something and the fear of doing it. One of these peculiar shudders passed through the strange woman, and she looked down upon the child with a certain sense of relief. In a moment of sympathy, urged on by a pure impulse to do a kind deed, she had proposed to undertake a task and to assume a responsibility, the significance and weight of which she had not sufficiently considered; and, furthermore, she had not taken into account what her husband would think of her taking such a step without her having spoken to him about it. Consequently when the child herself refused, a reaction set in, and it all became clear to her; so that she at once acquiesced, with a certain sense of relief, in the refusal of her offer. She had obeyed an impulse of her heart by wishing to do this thing, and now that obstacles stood in the way, she felt rather glad that it was to be left undone, and without her having been obliged to retract her promise.
"As you like," said the woman. "I will not try to persuade you. Who knows?--perhaps it is better that you should grow up first anyway. To learn to bear sorrow in youth is a good thing, and we easily get accustomed to better times; all those who have turned out really well, were obliged to suffer some heavy crosses in their youth. Only be good, and keep this in remembrance, that, so long as you are good, and so long as God grants me life, there shall always be, for your parents' sake, a shelter for you with me. But now, it's just as well as it is. Wait! I will give you something to remember me by." She felt in her pockets; but suddenly she put her hand up to her neck and said: "No, you shall have this!" Then she blew on her fingers, which were stiff with the cold, until they were nimble enough to permit her to unclasp from her neck a necklace of five rows of garnets,