On the Heights. Auerbach Berthold

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СКАЧАТЬ we imagine angels to be! They want for nothing and need nothing, they never change and never grow, are neither young nor old. They are eternal, and are ever laboring for and through others. Their works bring joy to the world and to themselves. They are the undying rays of an eternal sun.

      During the greater part of the journey, Irma's brain was filled with such unintelligible dreams, and the whole world seemed to be saying: "Father--Daughter."

      She regained composure at last. It would not do to arrive at the castle in this state.

      Agitation is weakness, and it had always been her father's aim to foster strength of mind and self-command.

      Irma forced herself to observe what was going on about her.

      It was twilight when they reached the first post-station. Irma fancied she could almost feel the air of her native mountains, although they were still far off.

      They drove on at a rapid pace. The evening bells were ringing, and the air was filled with their sounds, carrying them out to the men and women in the fields, and measuring time and eternity for them.

      What would the world be without its bells, whose pealing harmonies are to serve as a substitute for the beautiful creations of antique art?

      But these thoughts failed to satisfy Irma. They lifted her out of the world, whilst she desired to occupy herself with what was present and established.

      In the villages through which they drove, and the fields by which they passed, there was singing, interrupted, now and then, by the rattling of the carriage wheels, and Irma thought: We make too much noise in this world, and thus miss enjoying what the rest may have to tell us.

      No thoughts were to her liking. No outlook pleased her.

      The stars appeared in the heavens, but what were they to man? They shine for him who is free and has naught to seek on earth. She, however, was seeking, and, in the world's vast circle, could see nothing but two starry eyes directed upon her; and they were her father's.

      They continued on their journey, disturbing lazy horses and sleepy postilions at every station.

      It was long after midnight when they arrived at Wildenort.

      Irma alighted at the manor-house and, accompanied by the servant, knocked at the door.

      Her father had not expected her so soon. There were no lights in the large house, or its extensive outbuildings.

      Dogs barked, for strangers were coming. There was not even a dumb beast that knew Irma, for she was a stranger in her father's house.

      Two plowboys passed by. They were astonished to see the beautiful lady at that hour, and she was obliged to tell them who she was.

      She ordered her rooms to be opened. Her father slept near by. She longed to see him, but controlled herself. He could sleep calmly and not know that she was breathing near him. She, too, soon fell asleep and did not wake till broad daylight.

      Stepping softly, old Eberhard entered the ante-chamber where Irma's maid was already sitting.

      "My lady the countess, is still sleeping. It was three o'clock, just about daybreak, when we arrived."

      "What made you hurry so and take no rest?"

      "I don't know; but the countess was quite excited on the way. They couldn't drive fast enough for her. When my lady wishes anything, it must be done at once."

      "Who are you, dear child?"

      "Her ladyship's maid."

      "No, but who are your parents? What took you to court?"

      "My father was riding-master to Prince Adolar, and her royal highness had me educated in the convent school."

      A chain of dependents, from generation to generation, thought the old man to himself.

      The maid looked at him wonderingly.

      He was tall and broad-shouldered.

      He wore the mountaineer's dress and a white horn whistle hung by a cord from his neck. His fine head bent slightly forward and rested on a massive neck; his gray hair and beard were thick and closely cropped; his brown eye still sparkled, as if in youth; his expressive countenance looked like embossed work, and his whole figure resembled that of a knight who has just laid aside his armor and put himself at ease.

      "I wish to see my daughter," said the old man as he went into the adjoining room. It was dark. Eberhard stepped to the window, on tiptoe, and drew aside the green damask curtain. A broad ray of light streamed into the room. He stood before the bed and, with bated breath, watched the sleeping one.

      Irma was beautiful to behold. Her head, encircled by the long, loosened, golden-brown tresses; the clear, arched brow, the delicately chiseled nose, the mouth with its exquisitely curved upper lip, the rosy chin, the full cheeks with their peach-like glow--over all there lay a calm and peaceful expression. The beautiful, small, white hands lay folded on her breast.

      Irma was breathing heavily, and her lips moved as if with a sad smile. It is difficult to sleep with one's hands folded on the breast. The hands gently loosened themselves, but the left one still rested on her heart. The father lifted it carefully and laid it at her side. Irma slept on quietly. Silently, the father took a chair and sat down at her bedside. While he sat there, two doves alighted on the broad window-sill, where they remained cooing with each other. He would have liked to frighten them away, but he dared not stir. Irma slept on and heard nothing.

      Suddenly the pigeons flew away, and Irma opened her eyes.

      "Father!" she cried, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. "Home again! Oh, how happy it makes me! Do draw the other curtain, so that I can see you better, and pray open the window so that I may inhale my native air! Oh, father! I've been away and now I've come back to you, and you won't let me go away again. You will support me in your powerful arms. Oh, now I think of what you said to me in my dream. We were standing together up on the Chamois hill and you took me up in your arms and, while carrying me, said: 'See, my child; so long as one of your parents lives, there is some one to help you bear up in the world.' Oh, father! Where have I been? Where am I now?"

      "Be calm, my child. You've been at court and now you're home again. You're excited. Calm yourself. I'll call the servant. Breakfast is ready in the arbor."

      He kissed her forehead and said:

      "I kiss all your good and pure thoughts, and now let us live together again, as plain and sensible beings."

      "Oh, that voice! To be in my father's house and at home once more. Life elsewhere is just like sleeping in one's clothes. 'Tis only at home that one can rest; for there no bond oppresses us."

      He was about to leave, but Irma detained him.

      "I feel so happy," said she, "to be here and look at you; to see you and think of you, all the time."

      The father passed his hand over her forehead, and she said:

      "Let your hand rest there. I now believe in the laying on of hands; my own experience convinces me."

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