frederick the great and his family-第48节
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lly he gazed across the meadow at the reapers and busy maidens； then there came upon his venerable old countenance an expression of great interest。 And well he might be pleased with what he saw there； for that tall； sturdy youth； standing in the wagon； waiting with outstretched arms to catch the sheaves which are skilfully thrown him； that youth with the bright rosy face； the sparkling eye； the full red lip； upon which there is always a merry smile； the ivory white teeththat youth is his beloved son； Charles Henry。 And yonder maiden； not far from the wagon； binding up the corn； in whose tall； proud form； in spite of her plain peasant…gown； there is something imposing； that maiden with the youthful； blooming； lovely face； is his son's betrothed； whom all in the village called the beautiful Anna Sophia； and for whose love Charles Henry was envied by all the village boys。 It is true she was a penniless orphan； but in her busy； industrious hands there was a better and surer treasure than in a purse of gold； and her ability and goodness would be a much better dowry to her husband； for Anna Sophia Detzloff could do almost every thing； and the villagers knew not whether to respect her more for her great knowledge； or love her more for her kind； good heart。 Anna could read and write like a school…teacher。 She wrote every letter which the women of the village sent to their sons and husbands； now far away with the King of Prussia's army； and read to them the answers； and in so beautiful and winning a manner did she read them； that to the happy women it almost seemed as if they were hearing the voices of their loved ones。 But； notwithstanding her learning； she was well versed in every sort of work that beseemed a woman。 None in the village could prepare more delightful dishes than she； no one could equal her beautiful； rapid sewing and knitting。 Anna Sophia learned all these things from her mother； who had lived and worked for many long years in Brunen。 Her father had been the village school…teacher； and it was owing to his diligence and activity that the women could now receive letters from their sons and husbands。 He had taught the boys to read and write； and though the girls did not learn； the example of his daughter showed that it was not owing to inability； but for a want of time and desire。 From her mother； Anna had learned all her womanly duties。 She had taught her to be amiable； ready with help for all； kind and sympathetic； and to strive by her good deeds to gain the love of her fellow…creatures。
A joyous family had lived in the little village school…house； though they had poverty and want to fight against； these three happy human beings did not consider this a misfortune； but a necessary evil of life。 They loved each other； and when the parents looked upon the lovely； rosy countenance of their only child； they did not perceive that their bread was hard and heavy； they did not miss the butter and cheese without which the rich villagers seldom took a meal。 And when； on Sundays； Anna went with her parents to church； in the faded red skirt； neat white body； and black bodice； which had been her mother's wedding…dress； she heard the boys whisper amongst themselves about her beauty and sweetness； and casting her eyes down with timid blushes she did not perceive the jeering smiles of the other girls who； though not as pretty； were proud that they were richer and better dressed than the school…teacher's daughter。
But Death； in his inexorable manner； had disturbed this modest happiness。 In a year he took the schoolmaster Detzloff and his wife from the little house which； to any one else； would have appeared a pitiful hut； but which； to them； seemed a paradise。 In one year Anna became an orphan； she was entirely alone in the world； and； after she had given to her dear departed ones the tribute of her sorrows and tears； she had to arouse herself and create a new future。 After death only； the villagers became aware of the great worth of the departed； they now admitted to the full the school…teacher's merits； and were anxious to pay to the daughter the debt owing to the father。 As he had died partly from starvation； sorrow； and work； they wished to prove themselves generous to his daughter； and preserve her from the want and misery which had caused the death of her parents。
But Anna Sophia would be dependent on no one。 To those who came in the name of the villagers to notify her that she would receive from them a monthly allowance； she showed her able hands； her brown； muscular arms； and； raising her sparkling eyes proudly to the new school…teacher； she said； 〃From these alone will I receive help； they shall give me food and clothing； on them alone will I be dependent。〃
She then went to seek work。 The rich burgher of the village would gladly have taken so smart and industrious a girl into his house and paid her handsomely for her services。 But Anna Sophia declared proudly that； though she was willing to work； she would be no slave； that she would sell her hands； but not her freedom。
Another house had been built and furnished for the school…teacher； because there was danger of the old one； in which the Detzloff family had lived； falling to pieces。
Anna Sophia； by the sale of some of the furniture； had bought the old； dilapidated hut for herself。 And there； in her hours of leisure； she lived over the happy past。 There she felt that she was still with her parents； and not alone and orphaned。 In the morning； before leaving her home to go at her daily work； she entered the little garden at the back of the hut； where in the arbor； laden with dark…red blossoms； were the three chairs her father had woven in his idle moments； and the roughly…hewn deal table made by his axe。 She took her seat for a moment upon the chair standing in the centre； and laid one hand upon the one to either side of her Thus she had sat in the past； with her hands clasped in those of her parents。 The Rhine flowed on as melodiously as before in the dim distance； the trees were as green； the flowers and blossoms as sweet； the sky as blue。 There was no change； all around her was as in former days； except these empty chairs。 But Anna had only to close her eyes to see the beloved forms of her departed parents； to feel the pressure of their hands； and to hear them addressing her； in tones which love alone could have uttered； love alone understood。 Then saying aloud； 〃Good…morning； mother！ Good…morning； father！〃 she rose； with closed eyes； from her seat； and hastened from the arbor with the pleasant thought that she was followed by the loving gaze of her parents。 She did not turn once； for then she would have seen that the arbor was empty； and she wished to preserve the sweet delusion to be the brighter and happier at her day's work。 When； during the day； she saw the burgher's wife surrounded by her blooming daughters； she would say to herself； 〃I also have a father and mother at home； and they await me！〃 Then； when her day's work was finished； she hastened with a flying step to her home； whose solemn stillness resounded for her with the dear…loved voices of the past。 Opening the bedroom of her parents； she cried； 〃Good…night； mother！ Good…night； father！〃 Then she climbed up to her little attic； which had been her father's favorite room； and which； when she was with him； he had called a little spot of Eden。 There stood his writing…table； and above it the bookcase； which held her most precious treasures； her father's library。 From the window the Rhine could be seen meandering along the smooth green meadows； finally loosing itself between the distant hills。
Her father had left her this blessed little spot； and hither she fled when her heavy day's work was over。 There of an evening she stood； gazing thoughtfully out into the darkening twilight； and there daily she greeted the rising sun； repeating aloud her morning prayer。 Then with eager hands she took from the book…case one of the large folios。 From these books Anna Sophia drew all her knowledge。 And when； during the long winter evenings； the village girls were busy spinning； she would tell them the stories she had read； no hand was idle； no eye drooping。 She was looked upon as the guardian angel of the village； she knew some remedy； some alleviation for every illness； every pain。 In a sick…room； she was all that a nurse should be； kind； loving； patient； and gentle。 She was beloved by all； and all the village boys sought to gain her hand。 For a long time she would listen to none of them； and flew in terror from those who broached the subject。
How the youngest son of the old shepherd Buschman had finally won her heart； she did not herself know。 It is true； he was the handsomest； best…made boy in the village； but it was not for this that she loved him； for she had known him long ago； and had been perfectly indifferent to him； until within the last few weeks。 Why was it？ Because he loved her so dearly； and had told her he would die if she did not listen to him。 Many others had done and said the same thing； but it had never moved her sensibilities； nor had their threats terrified her。 What； then； had won her cold； proud heart？
The old shepherd had been the occasion of their frequently meeting each other。 For some weeks she
