Wilhelmine von Hillern

An anguish as of death came over Wally; she suddenly understood that she had made Joseph her enemy, perhaps for ever, and she felt as if she must die at the thought. As though suddenly crushed, she followed him in, and her eye watched the stranger as she bound up Jo-seph's hands, with jealous hatred. "Joseph," said she in a stifled voice, "thee mustn't think that I don't care for thy wounds, be-cause I wouldn't let thee shoot my Hansl. If it could have made thy hands whole, thou might have shot Hansl first, and me after him; but it would have done thee no good.

Still it is beautiful up here," she said with lingering footsteps. "Art sorry to come down yonder with me?" asked Joseph. "If thou wast to lead me into the deepest pit under the earth where no gleam of day ever shone, still I'd go with thee and never question nor com-plain," she said, and her voice sounded so wonder-fully soft that Joseph's eyes were moist. There was a sudden rush down from the roof of the hut. "Oh, my Hansl I'd almost forgotten thee!" cried Wally. "And thou-?" she said smiling at Joseph, "thou must make friends with him, for now you two are brothers in fate. I fetched thee from the precipice as well as him.