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Rotbach in May.

From guy's diary.

"Manure is the farmer's soul".

I've come this far since I was married.

My Fritz gave me this lovely new book after he got half-foolish about my old diary, he laughed and cried while reading it.

And then he brought me this wonderfully bound copy, on which it says in gold letters: "Felicitas von Rumohr-Rotbach", I should think of a suitable motto and then continue to write as "wonderfully" as Fritz said.

Finding the motto would be the hardest part, I thought at first, but when I had only been married for a few weeks and had been with my Fritz and our old inspector every day, I suddenly had my motto.

Before that, Fritz advised me to run a competition, as many magazines do, and donated a beautiful, fat goose for it.

Bümi found the goose suggestive, but nevertheless sent a motto, a rather stupid one:

“Everything can be endured
just not a series of good days! "

Goethe said so, and he was never a "supporter, chaperone, educator or champagne breaker."

Then Munke sent a real truism: "Every beginning is difficult," and Luttewete advised our Schlieden motto: "Nunquam retrorsum".

Uncle Rumohr suggested: "Money is dung, and dung is dung, and money is the dung of conjugal happiness."

But then I wrinkled my snub nose, not because of the dung, but because of the money, and Fritz said I looked very unhappy. When I opened my diary that evening, my Fritz had carefully written down the motto in pencil: "Love is the epitome, I don't give a damn about the other."

So I gave him the price and he got the goose roasted that same lunchtime. But when the spring cultivation of the fields came, my motto fell to me like a revelation: "Dung is the farmer's soul," and Fritz gave me the price.

Fritz says a minister shouldn't be squeamish, absolutely not an agriculture minister, and that's me now.

I was allowed to wish for something as a prize, and then I wished that I could pack a box "with love" for each of my loved ones, and Fritz gladly allowed that. Bümi and Luttewete got everything from farm and house, a goose, chicken, pigeons, a ham and home-baked goods.

I ransacked the greenhouse for Munke, she loves fresh flowers so much, Erich got a sausage box, and I sent Pastor Richter's children a whole load of beautiful toys.

Oh, how happier it is to give than to receive! But it is also wonderful to take, and I so enjoy taking everything from my Fritz.

How good is he to me!

When he looks at me with his beautiful, dark, sparkling eyes, then I usually cannot utter a clever word, only when my head is on his shoulder, then I tell him long stories, or rather his collar, and have courage for two.

But it's good that I also have my diary and can put everything down in writing, because when I'm dead my future twenty-four children must be able to read how happy I was, and I tell you, my beloved twenty-four:

“Your father is a only one Man and the best far and wide, up and down the country. "

I've been married five months now.

How the time flies!

People get old and rickety!

What have I experienced in these five months!

Then I believed that I had become a miracle on the march up there at Grandmother Tönningsen's court and - oh - every step of the way I catch myself in the greatest ignorance.

Of course, my Fritz is so chivalrous as to not accept that, and when I accuse myself he says: "You and stupid? You are a three times clever fine fellow! "

But the old head servant, who was already born on the good, and whose darling I am, he never contradicts me, but caresses my hand when I complain about myself and says seriously but lovingly:

“Madam are quite right, madam are stupid

Now I have bought a lot of agricultural books and am busy studying, sometimes I also fall asleep over it, alas, and then my Fritz scolds - he scolds a lot.

Not about sleeping. God forbid!

"My dear eyes should shine for a whole, long life," he says, "and they shouldn't be overstrained, away with the books!"

And then he kisses my eyes, so tenderly, first the right and then the left, always alternating, and pretends that his black beard has real healing power. -

Well, it's in there, too, so I can always see just as well again.

But our neighbor, Frau von Marliß, impresses me very much, she only talks about "grass farming, forest fire chopping, moorland farming, and three-field farming," and when I listen breathlessly and every now and then internally regret my poor Fritz that he is this clever woman has not won, then he laughs so secretly and plucks at me and afterwards he says:

"Little fellow, God should save me, that's famous farming, she chatters."

But she must understand a lot about it, because she talks the gentlemen into everything, and I sit there like trump six, because the men are not interested in the small cattle, chickens, ducks, pigeons, and Frau von Marliß does too contemptuous face when this topic comes up and says "phhh!"

"Phhh" is actually now my Body word, you can express a whole range of feelings with it, but tiny chicks that roll around the courtyard like yellow balls are really not "phhh!"

And now I have to get up quickly and put a whole three marks in the penalty box, because I've just used three foreign words and my Fritz is madly strict, he wants to eradicate this bad habit with the highest fines. Ohm Waldemar only took five pfennigs.

The other day I hatched seven chicks, but only two stayed alive and the mother hen did not want to recognize them as hers.

That must have been a miserable mother. First she runs away from the eggs, and when I laboriously get them so far in the oven pipe that they burst and the cute little cattle come out, she kicks them with her foot.

Well, I drove to it nicely.

And now I kept the chicks with me, and when Fritz came I was lying face down on the ground, in front of me all chopped hard-boiled eggs, and I showed the chicks how to eat.

I tore my mouth tirelessly on the floor, as the chickens do, but only three chicks understood and stayed alive.

When Fritz came into the dining room for breakfast, he stopped, and judging by his face, he probably thought that luck had driven me out of my mind, but then, when I explained everything to him, he was so touched, so - well, I can't really describe how he is tender at such moments and kisses me half dead, at least he cried, spoke and whispered nothing other than: "You fellow, you are an angel."

And it is precisely with this contestable assertion that he cannot stand contradiction.

Frau von Marliß laughed at me when Fritz introduced me as a "mother hen".

"You are a crush," she said, "but you will never be a rational farmer!"

"Rational" is her catchphrase and Fritz cannot punish her.

"I want to be 'rational' too," I said warily.

"Well, that's it," laughed Fritz.

"Yes, but I don't know what it is," I confessed, ashamed.

Fritz laughed at me, called me an arch-general dumber, kissed me stormily and then let me shell out a mark for the foreign word.

That's how he is.

He claims of Frau von Marliß that she couldn't - no, I'd rather keep it to myself, What Can't tell them apart, farming is weird sometimes.

In any case, she doesn't understand anything about driving or riding, which I had to find out yesterday to my horror and annoyance.

I had only recently brought in a couple of new horses, and Fritz and I parry them like lambs, but as soon as someone else takes the reins: it's all - they feel it. We had dinner guests, and after the coffee that was served right after dinner, we went out a little.

Frau von Marliß and I lead the way with the new horses before the easy gig, I love to ride it - Muttchen with the old Frau von Marliß, the "mother-in-law," as she is commonly called, afterwards, and then my Fritz came on his horse on his horse Kismet, accompanied by our big, beautiful Saint Bernard Ajax, then our volunteers Mr. Albrecht and Mr. von Marliß.

We drove only an hour to Rosenfeld, where the honest forester farmer had set us a wonderful snack consisting of buttermilk, ham and eggs, his six children ran around between us with shining eyes, and it wasn't long before Dorettchen sat there, Emma and Lise in the carriage, and Karl, Johannes and Andreas on the horses.

Frau von Marliß can't stand children. She always kept her little hands away from her dress with both arms and could not understand that I was suffering when little Andreas sat on my lap during the course of the affair and clasped his head.

For me, children are the dearest and most beautiful thing there can be.

It was very difficult for me to part - and then I went home.

"Give me the reins now," demanded Frau von Marliß, rather imperiously.

"Not yet," I said pleadingly. "I know what to expect from that lot. They regularly shy away from the signpost to Steinbrücken, the L ... Luder, «I wanted to say, and would have said it five months ago, but Fritz doesn't like strong expressions in the woman's mouth, and that's why I controlled myself and said quickly: "The lovely little animals."

Fritz as an educator. - -

He noticed it right away, and within two four minutes he was at the coach door, leaned down and whispered: "You're a sweet bitch yourself!"

It sounded lovely.

And you see, my dear twenty-four, when two do the same thing, it's not always the same. Just always listen to your father.

Frau von Marliß drooped her lower lip a little; she's always a little uncomfortable when I doubt her driving skills, but I thought, "Better to be safe than sorry," nodded to her in a friendly manner and drove past the signpost.

Right, the horses wanted to climb, but I teased the handhorse sharply, and then "you didn't see anything" went forward at a gallop. As the last mountain climbed, the high-spirited became tame, and now the impatient wife of Marliß simply took the reins and whip from my hand

"Give it to me, baby," she said, "I can't take it when I'm sitting idle."

Oh, if only she would have controlled herself!

It went sharply downhill again, I could already see our dear "Tannenruh", as we like to call Rotbach, shining towards us. - -

"Be careful with the bend," I shouted, then we were already floating in the air and I landed roughly next to Frau von Marliß on a huge pile of manure that was steaming by the road.

The horses stopped, snorting and trembling, they had thrown over their ropes and willingly let themselves be unharnessed. There was a wheel next to the overturned car.

Fritz was immediately next to me, of course, and convinced himself that we had done nothing, nothing at all, we had just buried ourselves warmly, and Herr von Marliß laughed so blue that he was almost touched by the blow.

"Just make sure you get away," I cried angrily, for I didn't want to get up and present myself from the rear, which looked downright terrible, as it later turned out. Muttchen had taken a different, less dangerous route and knew nothing.

"The ladies sit on our souls," sneered Herr von Marliß, and the young volunteer wanted to make up for the mockery and said honestly:

"Maybe they are still growing now."

Frau von Marliß and I went home as a couple of miserable figures. The gentlemen had taken the horses with them, but the wagon stayed where it was. We held our arms far from the body, for no apparent reason, for they were just as trimmed as the rest of the body.

We crept into the manor house on our toes so that no one could hear us, but we did hear Herr von Marliß singing and found it very tactless that he was straight the Song had chosen for his squeeze tenor:

»The gentle air has awakened,
they whisper and blow day and night. "

But he was right, we smelled terrible.

My dear old Dorette, who has long since moved to us from Schwarzhausen hopefully forever, was sitting in the cozy little room next to my room and darning stockings.

"All good spirits praise God the Lord," she exclaimed as we both stumbled into bottles of eau de mille fleurs.

"Have a quick bath, dear Dorette," I pleaded, and she looked us up and down and grumbled: "The gentleman is sending you away again, I can see, and Frau von Marliß shouldn't be the guy in all of them either Support stupid things. "

With that she tripped out.

"Well, it's going to be day!" Cried Frau von Marliß and wanted to throw herself on the sofa, but I was prevented from doing so in good time because it was not my intention to "clear up" the whole apartment. "She's just pretending we'd gone for a walk in the dung for the sake of pleasure."

I remained silent and acted strictly waiting, the best I could do, because the situation was getting dreadful, and the little room smelled so strongly of us that I both longed and feared Doretta's return.

My good old Dorette!

She acts as if the time she served with us in Schwarzhausen and my only father was still with us has now come back, because she respects my Fritz just as much as I did my father, but she also pretends to be In the intervening years, a vain dream, and I still have the little, useless and insane fellow.

If Fritz sits at breakfast with a somewhat worried face because everything is not in order on the good, Dorette puts her hand on his shoulder and asks:

"Well, what did it do again?"

I am "s".

Should I be mad about it? Oh god no! It rests softly on Dorette's shoulder, and her wrinkled old hand gently caresses when I have something to complain about that I don't want to bother my tender mother with.

Good, dear Dorette!

She has a little bit of respect for me, too, and she shows it especially to the other servants, only this respect does not go so far that she calls me 'you', she would rather leave our service.

And now to our bathroom.

It was finished in an incredibly short time, and Frau von Marliß and I were "scrubbed off" by Dorette one after the other.

Now two rooms already smelled "stern", and when we were dressed in clean stuff, we unfortunate worms shook our heads at each other.

"I mean that there is no difference from before," said Dorette, sniffing at us, "the broth must have gone to the bone. The ladies can't go down to the gentlemen, that would be awkward for both parties. "

I sacrificed a bottle of eau de cologne after we washed ourselves with an obtrusive smelling soap that I usually avoided.

As a "mixture" we could now try to go down.

Herr von Marliß was still singing, but had gone over to Curschmann and greeted us with suggestive stanzas:

»What passes in the twilight
wasn't it my dear child?
And wafted out of the basket
aren't the rose scents mild? "

"We ourselves are the rose scents," exclaimed Frau von Marliß and shook hands with the gentlemen, but her husband held them at arm's length, and then Herr von Marliß and Fritz burst into roaring laughter while Herr Albrecht called one, head turned cancerous and rushed out of the room.

Frau von Marliß looked at her husband in dismay.

"Yes, do we still smell?" She asked incredulously, and Fritz replied:

"It's going for a leap year."

You couldn't put up with that, and neither did I.

In one leap I was out the door and in a few more sentences I was in my room.

Here I put on my riding dress at lightning speed, Dorette put down the boots that went with it, and since I didn't go on talking, but fastened the buttons at the waist with hasty fingers, she asked anxiously:

“You fellow, fellow, the madam isn't angry, is he? Has he not lost patience? "

"No, but I do," I cried angrily, tore the riding whip from the nail, put the hat on, and I was out.

After just under ten minutes, I sprinted out of the gate and down the avenue to - yes, to ventilate myself, but thoroughly.

Marlissens came up almost every day, so I didn't have to be embarrassed, and I just couldn't stand walking around like incense cones. They weren't supposed to see me again an hour ago.

"Banidex," my brown one, reached out hard. In addition, a funny wind had risen, and I could indulge in the hope that I would soon be back to normal.

As a precaution, I stopped in the teacher's house after half an hour down in the village.

The woman teacher is such a fine, dear being, to whom I have lived since moving into the Rumohr Kerlchen but in Rotbach! even feel cordially drawn.

Mrs. Marie was not there, but worked in the garden, as the five-year-old boy told me.

I followed him into the house after I had handed my horse over to the little servant, who also wanted to call the teacher.

Bubi and I were soon in full telling, but it struck me that his eyes were looking at me more critically than usual today, and that he hadn't wrapped his arms around my neck once since the greeting.

Bubi and I are great friends.

Finally Mrs. Marie came.

She wore a delicate white apron and looked lovely as always, she held out both hands to me.

But then her nostrils began to quiver a little, she looked around the little room and inhaled thoughtfully.

Then she looked sternly at Bubi.

"No, Mutti," cried the boy, "you know, it's the baroness."

That was enough for me, and within five minutes my little horse was carrying me on. I had shouted to the terrified teacher the stupidest thing I could possibly do, namely:

"Bubi is right."

And now we went home.

I was angry with myself and everyone in the world.

Fritz wasn't in his room when I came, the Marlissens had left, and all the rooms in the castle were wide open, it was a fly-open train.

"You would like to come up to Frau Mama," Dorette briefly instructed me.

"What happened, fellow," asked Muusch anxiously. "I dropped the old Frau von Marliß in Steinbrücken and immediately withdrew here, now I wanted to sit down comfortably with you after the visit is gone, but then I see that all the windows downstairs are open, and Fritz is still running now." all around as if the goods were in danger. "

"Oh Muusch !!!"

I now told my mother the whole "disreputable" story, and she smiled her fine, dear smile.

"Real fellow," she said, but this time I was innocent.

At dinner I was rather isolated. Fritz "tried" to be tender with me, but kept pulling back until I got up angrily and went to my bunker.

» Sweets Little guy, only one "- Fritz called after me," could you maybe stick yourself in the bathtub again - - with green soap - - "

But then it was over with my inner calm. - - I will confess, for the first time since my five-month marriage I stuck my tongue out again, long, long - and it counted himwho shall be my master, my Fritz, my man of the heart. Afterwards I could be ashamed of myself, but - I was too angry.

Oh, beloved twenty-four, don't you ever stick your tongue out, otherwise I'll have to beat you up in a pathetic way.

And all yesterday evening I was stubborn on top of that.

Fritz fought back and wanted to chat a little longer with me, but I had got myself a long book on agriculture and forestry and I read and studied it frantically, and if Fritz asked something or made a statement, he got an agricultural and forestry answer .

I can put our interesting dialogue here:

Fritz: "Well, little fellow, dear - pouted out? What are we looking at so eagerly? "

Me: "The efficiency of German cattle breeding,"

Fritz: "Little fellow, you should put the books away, what a shame about those beautiful eyes."

Me: "Construction of workers' apartments with loans from the state insurance companies."

Fritz: "Frau von Marliß probably put a flea in your ear?"

Me: "The economic amalgamation of the Central European states and the reform of the previous most-favored-nation treaties."

Fritz: "Is that supposed to be a joke, lad? I don't find him particularly witty. Otherwise you do better. "

Me: "The mode of inheritance of peasant property, the entails legislation in the German federal states."

Fritz: “Do you want to make me angry, Felicitas? You don't succeed. "

Me: "Ban on the sale of cattle, milk, fattening, power and food powders by peddlers, merchants and shopkeepers."

Fritz: “Good, little fellow! I'm going to bed now. If you continue to study agriculture, theright onethe atmosphereown you yes today

Alas, with this trump card he left me.


A few days later.

So, now I'm back to normal.

Frau von Marliß wrote me a note and sent it through her groom:

"Are you still in the insulated barracks, are you?"

I told the groom that he would like to tell the lady that I was lively again and that I would like her "migraine" to get better soon.

The hardest thing on my mind was that I had been disgusting to Fritz, to Fritz, the always kind, gentleman, to Fritz, who carried me on his hands, in a nutshell my Fritz.

I only knew what was best to do there, I ran into his room, which is just as simply furnished as it was when he was a young civil servant in Berlin, and she harmonizes with it mine love booth, which is the ideal of a woman's chamber.

Fritz sat in front of his huge desk and studied the parts of a new agricultural machine.

I: "Dear Fritz, are you still angry?"

Fritz: "Seed drill from F. Zimmermann and Comp., Halle."

Me: “Oh, that's interesting, Fritz! Is it for our schoolmaster? Is it a new invention in the style of the Nuremberg funnel? "

Fritz: "So - - here is the device. In our hilly terrain I have to be able to place the seed box horizontally, otherwise the story won't be even. "

Me: "Fritz, that has nothing to do with being evil - -"

Fritz: "There is the crank with the gear, and here it engages in the rack."

Me: "Otherwise you're fine, aren't you? Fritz? "

Fritz: "Aha, - the seed pipes flow into the coulters - -"

Me: “Fritz, dear, dear Fritz! See, your guy is here and he wants to ask your forgiveness. Tell me if you are still angry Is it true? I deserve it - I was horrible yesterday, - Fritz - dear - "

The desk chair flew back and immediately tumbled over from the force with which Fritz jumped up.

So it is - a real storm wind. Then there is nothing you can do but keep still - I tried to run away once - it's absolutely no use.

Fritz cheered loudly.

'Didn't I always say you were an angel, fellow? Good heavens - Angel! The dearest, most blissful, very best, richest, sweetest human child is you, with a golden heart - you, you, you! "

I wanted to say something but couldn't breathe and gave up.

“Dearest,” continued Fritz, “what a hideous fellow I am! After I annoyed you angrily yesterday, I resent your little revenge, throw another miserable trump card at you and slam the door. And you come to me today, and instead of immediately cheering you to my heart, I let the most miserable return coach pull up that is in store, and yet you have remained kind and good to me, - little fellow - oh you little fellow! "

Something like that sounds wonderful.

“You don't say anything, little fellow! Have you forgiven me? "

"I love you, Fritz von Rumohr!"

At important moments I always call Fritz by his full name. And this was an important moment.

I'm used to it from before, Muusch always said: "Schlieden" to father on important occasions, only when she was cozy did she call him "Ernst", then he immediately took off his wallet and asked: "How much do you need ? "

I have only one faint fear in my heart - - that it is too much luck.

I leafed through my whole diary again - there isn't much sun in it.

And now all of a sudden it seems so warm, so bright, so never ending - - oh - dear dear God, thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Bless my Fritz! Keep him always, always! Bless me too, dear God, let me be good, very good, so that I can repay him for everything!


Letter from Bümi to fellow.

“Beloved Baroness!

Writing lazy creature!

If brother-in-law Russee, who must have had a few wonderful days with you, hadn't told us that you were alive, truly, I thought you were already romping around in Rumohr's hereditary funeral.

Why do not you write?

Why do you isolate yourself so completely?

I can imagine that you are incredibly happy in your Rotbach, and that Fritz von Rumohr is an ideal husband, but I would never have thought it possible that you were making us so miserable. It was actually only for this reason that we sent brother-in-law Russee to find out how you two lived together and whether you were healthy, including your Mutting, or - in short, seeing the new agricultural machine was entirely a secondary matter.

And now Russee came back.

He's naturally a buttoned high waistcoat, but yesterday he got out of the car as a complete Trappist. Munke and Luttewete were with us, as were Helsa.

"Well?" We all asked as if from one mouth.

But Russee remained silent, went into the house, sat down and made no sound.

Franz handed him a good cigar, I had already secretly suggested "pills" and when the cigar was on the train, he got going.

First he gave his Munke a kiss, as if he wanted to ask her forgiveness for the hymn, which he was about to sing to another female being.

Yeah, a hymn, dude! To you Lüttes!

So, something like You he doesn't even want to have seen in his life.

That is a lot when Russee says it, because firstly he is unreasonably fond of his Munke and up to now did not consider anyone to be fully who did not speak, think and act exactly like Munke, and secondly he is a great silence who only becomes eloquent , if it is about "fertilizer" or whatever depends on it. But as I said, after the cigar he started:

“Something like a farmer! In all places at the same time! As' n lütten Katteiker is running around! And everything obey her - with the exception of Dorette, from Rumohr down to the youngest shepherd boy. And at the same time the little fellow obeys the older people with touching piety, Rumohr always leading the way, of course.

Well, such a marriage anyway! Kinner and Lüd, ik segg man - - «

At these words we each leaned tenderly on our husbands to prove that our marriages weren't made of paper either, but Russee waved him off. “No, no,” he said, “that's just it! You never see the fellow "tenderly," that is not in his way, but the way he speaks to Rumohr, how he looks at him, how he strictly obeys what he orders him to do, what he wishes for, how it goes into the economy of the huge estate has settled in - you can see from this that it is the Rumohr loves, him adored, sees the high respect, the deep gratitude that it ......

Sorry little fellow here I gave him a glass of water. He drank it in his enthusiasm for Selters, but I had mixed it with a little precipitating powder.

But it must have been an old, no longer effective powder, because Russee stayed in the tone of enthusiasm.

What I will keep to myself that he still talked everything about you, the Song of Solomon is a backfish ball talk next to it.

We took a deep breath of your perfection when Russee finally told us that you had fallen into the Mistsotte and sat around in it, "as en lütt Farken."

You see, that's a real comfort to me that you haven't completely given up your boyfriend's habits. If only I could go to you! I hope my Franz will allow it, I have so much to tell you madly that I could talk the devil off a leg.

What do you say to our professor?

Yes, of course, you stupid Deern don't know anything yet, and I can jump in your face with heartwarming news.

Helsa received the title of professor. Our village schoolmaster!

It is something unheard of. Here old and young stand upside down, which is the best gymnastics exercise. Some people get angry with the blow, and that's not a shame.

Helsa has created a new oratorio, a musical work of such tremendous beauty and abundance that it makes you shudder when you hear it.

He always sang and played Luttewete and me individually, and then we sat as quiet as a mouse and indulged.

The first performance is on June 25th in the local cathedral, and the first great musicians, as well as other high-ranking people are expected. Luttewete is beaming, you can't blame her, Helsa is a very splendid person, husband and father, and Rösileini and the family owner Justus are also thriving.

Sometimes I can hardly hold back my tears when I see this blooming happiness and think about the fact that my longingly awaited child left me again immediately.

Oh boy!

I close this letter with a deep sigh. But if I threaten to get melancholy, because I tear away here and suddenly dive into Rumohr Rotbach! on. It greets you warmly and kisses your beautiful Fritz deeply

Your unchanged Bümi. "

Letter from the butcher Krone to little fellow.

“High-born and nobly married woman von Rumohr!

It pisses me off, so to speak, that in all the five full months in which you were screwed into the most sacred things, I heard nothing about the state of health, indeed about life and the condition of existence at all.

Only that I am delivering the cattle to the Edelhof and it may for you out of old friendship, that brought tears to my eyes, where I still have a mourning ribbon around it from my old woman. But these cattle really only concern us men and you stand apart as a lily in the field.

Madam, you fellow! Since the last time I deigned to look into my inner state, I have found deep sympathy in you, as was to be expected from a being who is the daughter of his father, the Colonel's blessed, in short my Fellow. And now I hope to God that you have changed just as little as the conditions inside me, which have actually only become more sympathetic and hurtful.

It is very difficult to lose your wife in the prime of the years that have now come to me in the late fifties. Not just because of the nagging feeling of having an orderly household with a loving and warm dressing gown Pan- and peeled Karpot, but generally because of the war that the unheard-of, more mature female youth wages around such a widower.

There is the virgin Helmine Binger on the market square, August Binger's half-cousin happily at the gate of his wife, she walks around in her forties and in the dark, when she has a big coat on, can be mistaken for something young have their round thirty thousand and got their heads on me.

There is the widow Bekmeyer, an extremely lively sixties, whose fourth husband I am supposed to be partu, but dislike, because our inheritance funerals collide and her blessed one could be uncomfortable if I one day pretzel down next to him, because he was always jealous Nature.

There is the - - no, what am I supposed to make you incommodious, I can only say that it grows out of place. And my indisposition about this fuss is certainly also due to the fact that I smelled in really elegant circles like with you and Fraulein von Hartwig, if I could talk to the latter one more time, not about love, but only about friendship, where nothing gets involved that could lead to a marriage. Because - honored and loyal lady baroness - I have to make it clear to you today for eternity - I never fail to recognize my earlier status as a simple elementary school student, butcher's apprentice, journeyman and later master.

And that I'm now a reindeer with a decent chunk of money doesn't seduce me, that I get stupid about size and really pull the door open and say no into the room, where I only modestly in front the gate belongs.

But Colonel blessed often took the honor and talked to me and said: “Dear Master, he skirt does not do it, man, dear master, who human

And the Colonel woman and Lieutenant Erich and the little fellow and Fraulein von Hartwig also talk about what a pearl is.

From all these conversations I have learned a lot and educated myself further philosophically and know that erring is human on this earth and that some will go to our Lord God in the heavenly realm to which they have only attached the "General Badge of Honor" down here and the good Lord looks into his heart and then He discovers the "Order of the Black Eagle" and hangs it around him and is a joy among the heavenly hosts.

That is why I am humble with all my orders and the iron cross, because I don't know whether the good Lord isn't saying to me up there: “Fool! You were just doing your duty! 'And kicking me somewhere. In the same way, I warmly recommend myself to you as your very kind friend


Letter from fellows to Schlachter Krone.

“Dear, good master!

I was terribly happy about your dear letter.

Please don't be angry with me that I didn't write at all, it's very difficult to suddenly be a minister when you used to be something completely different, you can ask anyone who is embarking on such a career.

And I am now Minister of Agriculture, and my dear king is called Fritz von Rumohr, and his countries are Thuringia and Holstein.

My day could well and happily have 48 hours, because even though I get up at 4 o'clock, sometimes at 3 o'clock, during the evening prayer I always think: "Dear God, look at the will, accomplishing is still weak."

And I think if I give myself the right, right effort all my life, then maybe I will get the General Badge of Honor one day - the I particularly liked the place in your beautiful letter.

But now to the point.

The cattle transport went smoothly. Everything arrived safely.

We don't have any Englishmen on the estate any more, only good German inland strikes.

Medium size, fine bone structure, narrow head, large horns curved outwards, red-brown in color and white on the head.

I like the bleaches so much.

We strive both on with our cattle, milk yield and fattening ability, because the big city is nearby, which takes our milk, and then we have found it very advantageous to sell milked cows in a fattened condition to the butcher.

Your advice, dear master, to buy draft oxen, let them work in the summer and then put them on the mast in late autumn, we want to follow it this year too, because my husband has had the best experience with it; the ox should fatten themselves extremely quickly and produce fine, tasty meat.

I also have young calves under my care now, that's something delightful.

The vermin seemed less delightful to me, but it didn't last long, as the infamous things didn't know the guy very well. I boiled the most miserable smoking tobacco I could get with parsley seeds in water and washed the calves with it. And I rubbed beech wood ash on it, and later linseed oil.

The inhabitants are gone.

My husband is very happy with me, even if he laughs tears at my zeal. The short meaning of this long speech of mine is: “Dear old friend and master, please come to us personally and take a look at our dear estate and the Minister of Agriculture.

Unlock the door to the Herrenhaufe, we think exactly like our wonderful father: “Not that one skirt applies, but the human

Hope to see you again
Your old friend Felicitas von Rumohr. "

Letter from Fraulein von Hartwig to little fellow.

“My child of the heart!

Your sparse chat letters are almost the only rays of sunshine in our old Mölln, whose walls enclose two of your most loyal friends, Ohm Rumohr and old Hartwig.

But you actually write sparseand the only reason I didn't scold me is because I know that you are fully committed to the cause, and this matter is called: "Rittergut Rotbach".

I hike regularly with my sweetheart (God praise and thanks that it is not a living one, just your letter) up to the forest height, and - to see the deep inner joy with which old Rumohr always receives me, I granted you that Bottom of the heart.

Then the two of us sit down and, after the first quiet contemplation of your letter, perform a heathen wheel.

Ohm Rumohr hits the table with his fist and makes loud speeches of enthusiasm for you, his old farmer's heart is pleased that you are striking.

"And I'll tell you that, Base Hartwig," he shouted the other day, "if the guy who Fritz was crazy enough to fool around elsewhere, then I would have married the guy myself, because I wouldn't have allowed anyone else to do it."

And when I replied:

But whether the young fellow would have taken such an old crawler?

Then he snapped at me:

"The young fellow has Grütz in his head and can tell a man from a broomstick."

So I was quiet and you can also be calm - you would have become "Frau von Rumohr" in any case. Speaking of marriages - -

Dearest fellow, - your butcher friend, or rather Mr. Reindeer Krone is the strangest chicken that has ever happened to me. - -

Do you think he'll leave me alone?

He does his strange exercises in style with such a regularity that I would be moved if I didn't get scared.

I mean, I would have waved clearly enough, but he has a fur like all the hides he has peeled off so far put together. Isn't it wonderful?

When I was still young and beautiful, I was indifferent to all of them, when I came to an understanding, the first hot love came over me - to your unforgettable father, fellow, and now I am a matron who is already righteously longing for eternal rest , there comes this crown and tries in every possible way to make me unfaithful to my principles.

The poor old man!

If only he only knew how painful his letters are to me! Heaven, the necessary limit got to but stay, high and low do not go together, and I will truly be the last person to give the stupid Mammon the right to level this abyss. I am doubly embarrassed by the efforts of the honest butcher, because your ohm Rumohr knows how to find no limits in his coarse teasing.

Who can stay calm when he asks, "How's the store doing?" Or, "What is your future" Newö "Bähr doing, dear Hartwig?" Or "How many sausages I would have eaten out of grief?"

These sausages are still my death.

In Nuremberg last year I mentioned quite casually that I like to eat her, and now she is sending Krone here by the trough, just as he looks after my pantry, as if I had been described to him by our mayor as a meritorious poor city.

The other day I sent a bowl of warm sausages into the ten o'clock break from school - but this joy was spoiled for me too, because old Rumohr heard about it and asked other days whether I was already practicing the "meat trade".

The world is bad, dude!

And now I come to the main point.

Schlachter Krone indicates in the last letter that he wants to go on a journey, talks a lot about marriage, etc., etc .; one never really gets wise from his reports.

But I am very afraid that the good master hurries, completely misunderstanding the facts hereto ask me, his "chosen young woman" again as stupidly as I did before, and I can't possibly escape into the forest from him and nourish myself on berries and roots.

Therefore, my dearest child, await me in your dear mansion in Rotbach very soon and let me read in your blue eyes that I am welcome to you.

Then Master Krone can ring the storm bell here at the locked door.

I'm pretty angry with him.

Your faithful aunt Laura von Hartwig. "

Letter from the farm owner Klaus Detleffsen to little fellows.

“Dear Mrs. von Rumohr!

I am sure you will forgive me that, among all the congratulations on your wedding, mine was not there. But - at that time I couldn't do that with all my heart, and Frau von Rumohr also knows what it looked like inside me.

However, I have not forgotten the good words you said to me and also - the request. And today I can report to you fresh and cheerful that I made a promise with "Lieschen" that I am very good to her and she will be a good woman to me.

I write mainly because you should know that up here in the north two people think of you with ardent gratitude and pray for your happiness.

And stay your devoted Klaus Detleffsen. "

Letter from the butcher Krone to little fellow.

“Madam and young, also dear Frau von Rumohr!

I got scared and it can no longer be eradicated from my body.

You certainly know (because such a thing never goes unnoticed) that months ago I felt a human touch for your Fraulein Aunt, whom I still regard as the pearl of feminine imperfection.

But this reverent respect never actually had anything to do with a spousal state, in which, for example, Herr von Rumohr was when he was in love with you.

You only have such idealistic feverish states when you are young, and I can still remember the chills that befell me when I saw my old woman for the first time.

She was shoveling snow because her father was very clean and a house owner.

But I don't want to talk about my past blessed woman, just about the fact that I did not propose the second marriage in order to have Fraulein von Hartwig, even if I love her inhumanly, but rather to not see you lying around in the street , but in a tidy room.

And when Fraulein von Hartwig didn't want that, and your bridegroom took you in, a large stone fell free from my liver.

Because I am so in awe of Fraulein Auntie that I could never have respected her as my usual wife, but she suddenly seems to be imagining it and wanting it to me.

Because there are situations in which loneliness is too deeply lowered on the mind and in such hours the most sensible person gets marriage thoughts. But God should really keep me.

Wouldn't have trusted Miss von Hartwig either, but had positive signs from her letters.

And I sent her whole loads of dangling sausages to Mölln, because love and hunger are siblings or, in good, old German, »Kusängs«.

But she does not calm down and probably gets the boiling heat from the sausages and writes incomprehensible points.

Now she also wants to travel and I'm scared to death, she comes to Schwarzhausen to see my business situation. That's why I call out with my business friend Wilse, who lives across from me and is a very funny man: "Sauf gi bö", sauve qui peut (save yourself who can) may not know what it means, but he always turns it around in horror at. And for this reason I am making the most gracious use of the invitation with which you honored me.

But I ask you not to put me under any other circumstances than those in which your dear house is usually located.

I'm fine, thanks for the kind inquiries.

I still can't completely make myself free from the shop and it's also a pleasant feeling when you ask your neighbors your cozy questions in the morning:

"Well, Miss, what's on your mind?"

"Half a pound of kidney fat."

And then know about it.

See you with joy and love!

Your you more surprising


The train stopped at the small Rotbach station. The railway director, the conductor, and a porter stood in front of the only first-class compartment from which an elderly lady got out. And now a tall man, followed by a servant in a dark, simple livery, hurried towards the lady.

"Hello, Aunt Hartwig!"

“Good afternoon, Rumohr! Where's that fellow. "

“With the horses, of course. We cannot leave the young horses alone, and my wife does not trust me with them. "

Fritz von Rumohr extended his arm to Fraulein von Hartwig while the servant secured the luggage.

“My God, Rumohr, how radiant you look. And young and blooming, you won't be known again! "

A bright, warm light shone in Fritz's eyes.

"I've got my boyfriend," he said simply.

Fraulein von Hartwig pressed his hand tightly.

"Aunt Laura, Aunt Laura!" Shouted little fellows loudly and cheering from afar and sent a bright yodel after them, and the Rotbach youth and the Rotbach old people who stood around were happy about their "sweet, mean, mean, little" landlady.

The young horses pricked up their ears suspiciously and began to rise a little, but the little hands that held the reins were like steel.

»Hello God, hello God! Sit down! You'll get a hand afterwards, auntie. The rascals are the devil today. "

"With the I don't drive creatures, fellow. "

“I, aunty, you won't be a Bangbux, will you? They are like lambs as soon as we are in motion. "

But the "lambs" took the assertion very badly, another tree of the hand horse, a sharp reach, and before Aunt Laura's timid legs had touched the footboard of the carriage, the vehicle whizzed away at a mad gallop.

Guy's hat flew off his head and straight to Fritz, who cleverly caught it.

"Good afternoon, my sweet little fellow," he said, lovingly stroking the light gray felt.

"You are my people!" Remarked Aunt Laura, shaking her head. "And what will happen now?"

The station manager had stepped out and was pulling his cap.

"If the Baron would like to use my break, he's still tense," he said gently. "And I think the young lady has too much luggage for the little hunting car."

Fritz von Rumohr looked at the boxes, suitcases and baskets and bags - good Aunt Laura, she had stayed the same.

"I accept with thanks, let the break drive up."

So, that was a more leisurely routine with the cozy innkeepers, it was also possible to say a word about it. "I don't first ask if you are happy," began Aunt Laura and looked at her opposite, steadfast and cheerful.

Fritz laughed.

Such a fresh, happy, free laugh that you never knew from him.

"Yes, yes, that fellow!" Nodded Aunt Laura.

» My Confirmed Fritz.

"And is it healthy?"

“Like a fish in the water! Like a loach, my pearl, my fellow! "

“That's enough, Rumohr. You do not need to go under the classics by force. "

“Oh, Aunt Laura! Do you know the feeling when you want to hug the whole world? "

"No. Where should I the have probably met? But, please, don't start with me, too thise horses could become shy. And what about the estate? "

"N / A - -"

Fritz frowned a little.

“I don't want to play my part on the distressed agrarian, but you really can't spin silk. If Ohm Rumohr didn't give me such abundant means - -! And then you know, aunt, - the new machines! They cost you the hair off your head, and then they don't always work accordingly. The people are no longer what they should have been in the past, although I can't complain at the moment, they all love my fellow, who knows how to deal with them. "

"So still the same sunshine?"

“Thank God, yes! And do you see? There it lights up, the whole area is bright. "

Rotbach manor lay in front of them, the ancient manor house, glowing white made of dark green fir trees - - "Tannenruh."

In front of it a light figure, a guy in a white dress, a bouquet of violets in his belt.

The young woman happily swung her white straw hat and called out a bright-sounding "Hurray," which was answered with jubilation.

Fritz von Rumohr jumped to the ground with one jump and grabbed his fellow with both arms.

“You runaway! Is that some kind of thing? ”He scolded tenderly and tugged at the small, rosy ear.

"Oh, Friedel - I was shocked myself," defended the fellow, looking up happily at the stately man.

"That you are only there healthy!"

Fritz took a deep breath. “Of course you have no Scared, you brave? "

“No, Friedel, I didn't have the time, the scoundrels were sweeping like a thunderstorm - but how were you doing? Oh heavens, where is Aunt Laura? "

"Already inside with the Colonel," reported the servant, and the fellow blushed a little, threw back his head and went into the house.

Guy's mother and Aunt Laura were standing in the great hall.

"Are you finished?" Asked the latter dryly. “Just imagine, Paula, it didn't see me at all, your little fellow. Didn't see his expensive visit, only saw the black Ziropel, her ancient husband, whom she has been seeing ad nauseam every day for the past five months. "

"Quiet, quiet, Auntie, I'm so ashamed," begged the fellow. “I read it from the servant's face that everything was not all right. I have seen you, but Fritz - "

“Kinner un Lüd, ik segg man, dat's olen Drähnsnack. You don't need to defend yourself mien lüttje Deern, ik heww mi dat just so thought, un gorni anners. Now I'll do a general cleaning of the travel dust, and when we're together again, you'll tell me how the two Beesters brought you here. "

Guy poured the coffee.

Aunt Laura was very impressed with the homemade cake.

"You're a fixed Deern, de Düwel hal!" She praised.

"Oh, aunty, you're just thinking that," cried fellow eagerly. “It's all just quackery. Our Mamsell is far too efficient and eager to work for me to learn anything here. "

"Well, and you want to look around for another place for yourself," teased Fritz, but the fellow leaned his head on his shoulder and said very seriously:


Aunt Laura shook her head.

"Foolish people!"

"But I should tell you," cried the fellow, "how I got here; that was a foolish thing. "

"Like every thing you are with, my fellow!"

Guy threatened Fritz, but only a little.

"So how I said goodbye to you -"

"That's what she calls goodbye," cried Aunt Laura in the highest tones.

- - »then the horses set off with me,
as if they had wings. "

“Could you have hooked your Pegasus by mistake? - - - «

“As I said, I wasn't afraid of the bean, I just didn't have time for it, but only thought of directing the amiable little animals onto the sandy path, whose deep furrows they always tend to tame and well-mannered. But vinegar. They flew away over the sandy path and took the path to Steinbrücken, which is known to have the most beautiful road there is. And so I drove up the driveway at a lean gallop past the castle and straight out of the park gate.

"The Deixel," shouted Frau von Marliß at me, "listen, where are you going?"

"I just want to pick up Aunt Hartwig from the train station," was my puzzling answer, and I'm sure Frau von Marliß is now sewing a straitjacket for me. I wanted to go to the train station now, but 'Donner and Doria' almost ran straight into the stable; I would have banged my head miserably if I hadn't stopped them at the last minute. "

"You savage!" Said Fritz tenderly, yet seriously and worried, "you won't drive them again, dear, right?"

"If you don't want it - certainly not!"

He kissed guy's hands.

"What is that?" He asked suddenly, startled.

"A couple of scratches," said fellow, turning red-hot.

But Fritz von Rumohr did not calm down.

» The do you call scratches? "

The leather of the reins had cut deep into guy's little hands.

"'Donner and Doria' are a bit stubborn," admitted fellow timidly.

"You have quite graceful names for your nags," remarked Aunt Laura.

"Isn't it?" Asked the fellow happily. "I gave them to them myself, they matched their temperament so nicely."

"God knows."

In the meantime Fritz von Rumohr had gone to a pharmacy cabinet and removed canvas, carbole, cotton wool and ointment from it.

“How it looks! How my darling made himself up! "

He put the bandage around his hands with a sure hand after carefully cleaning the wounds.

"But Friedel!" Laughed fellow, although the pain brought water to her eyes. "I used to have something like that, you know - when I was with strangers, and nobody really cared whether I was burned or frozen."

Fritz von Rumohr sighed deeply

"Could I the Erase years! ”He said, and with a violent movement drew his young wife close to him.

"Don't make such a stupid wish for yourself, Rumohr," cried Aunt Laura angrily. "It was these serious years of apprenticeship that made this guy what it is."

"We were satisfied with him before," replied Fritz, "you are, Muttchen?"

The tender, pale Frau Colonel Schlieden nodded happily and tenderly.

"The good Lord has arranged everything so graciously," she said softly.

The little fellow got himself a low chair, it was an old piece of furniture from the blessed Schwarzhausen childhood days and sat down at the feet of the "Muusch". It put both sore hands on its mother's knees.

"Muusch, sing me those old songs, do you remember when I used to hurt myself when I was a very little guy and you wanted to sing and bring me to sleep or at least over the pain? They were so cute, the ditty, and so stupid. "

And Colonel Schlieden gently and gently took the hands of her little, big fellow in hers, puffed caressingly over the sore spots and sang in an infinitely fine, quiet voice, while fellow listened devoutly:

“It's raining on the bridge
And it got wet.
It annoyed me
I do not know what.
As i stay
Stay as i am
Goodbye my beautiful child. "

Yes, it was stupid, but nobody laughed.

Fritz had also got himself a low seat to be quite close to his fellow and was in dire need of finding space for his long legs, but he still listened devoutly.

Aunt Laura lost herself in thought. - -

How wonderfully the mother sat there with her children, how wonderfully the old song sounded. Wasn't her own lonely life really poor after all - -?

» More, Muusch, more,«Pleaded fellow softly and the tender woman continued to sing:

“My boat came from Nineveh
My boat was loaded
Front with muscat,
Back with ducats,
The little boat drove in front of the woman's neighbor
The old woman neighbor looks out for herself
And asked whether "hirsen, mirsen, inks, mirsen, grips, graps, grein" were good Latin. "

Fritz sighed, and now fellow laughed brightly.

"Isn't it cute?" It asked.

"It's a little exciting," said Fritz, but then he took Colonel Schlieden's hand and kissed it.

"You have a voice like the purest, most delicate little bell, Muttchen," he said, "only now do I know from whom my fellow got his dear voice."

“Papa always said from him, "Said fellow.

"The eyes and the voice are from me, Father used to say, only the enamel is missing."

Aunt Laura's eyes shone.

"That sounds as real as Ernst Schlieden."

Colonel nodded.

“He had innumerable teases like this in store,” she said, “and no one took them offense, because his golden heart peeked out from everywhere. I also knew that he loved my voice so dear - even if he said to your good governess when I was practicing an aria: 'Miss, my dear wife is screaming up to heaven again, I'm going to see Freunds a little longer,' that was the hangout in Schwarzhausen. "

Aunt Laura listened quietly.

How he lived on in his family, Ernst Schlieden! As if he had only walked out the door for a while, as if he had never embarked on that great, inexplicable journey from which no one returns.

"Oh, and his language, Friedel, his language, which he himself invented - it was so delicious!"

Fritz von Rumohr looked at his fellow. As soon as "father" was mentioned, it was different, it was a thousand times sweeter than normal. At least that's what it thought to him, fellow himself only felt that he was already at Names a bright light flared up in the heart of his wonderful father - that this light then shone out of the child's eyes, it did not know.

"And what was the name of this language?" Asked Fritz seriously.

He liked to see his young wife talking about her father, and so he still listened attentively today to see whether he had heard this foolish story a hundred times.

“You, it wasn't a real language,” said fellow, “just nouns: sulfur wood, that meant 'Schwarsubau' and the lamp was called 'Lusius lampus', the lampshade, on the other hand, was called 'Lusius rufus', and a lot more, me only knows 'Pängelditroa', but not what it means. And then, - Mutterli, - what actually meant: "Malchen, come out !?"

"Oh, you stupid, I don't remember that myself."

Colonel Schlieden blushed like a young girl. "And is the hand whole again, or do I still have to sing:

“Heal, heal blessings
Three days of rain
A kiss on the Mundeli
Is that fellow sundeli again. "

"Oh, sweetie, how that sounds!"

Little fellow embraced his mother stormily and tenderly.

"Father wasn't so soft, that sang:

"I thought it fell off the bench,
It was just my fellow, thank God! "

"Yes, that's how he sang," nodded the mother. "Oh, if he could see you now - you and Fritz!"

"He sees us," said fellow softly.

Frau von Marliß swept into the dreamy mood of the twilight evening.

She literally "swept" because she hadn't picked up the long train of her riding dress.

“I thought so,” she cried in her clear, penetrating voice, “you are sitting in the honeymoon twilight state again. Are you just saying how long does the honey moon last for you? "

"For all eternity, my most gracious lady, if it depends on me," cried Rumohr, rang the bell for the light and offered the guest a chair.

"No," said Frau von Marliß. “I want to get your little wife. My sister attacked me with a couple of cousins, Baron Biestorp and little Kersten are there, if your mistress comes, that's the funny seven. Funny seven, engl. Merry Seven, French: Jeu du Sept is a historical dice game. (See wikipedia) done. "

"And your husband and I?"

“Ugh, who's going to invite himself! I sent my husband away, he has a punch with a couple of hunting buddies in the green lion in Rotbach, and you are not wanted either, but Frau Kerlchen should play for us a bit and sing duets with Biestorp, he's got a phenomenal tenor, it's always cold. "

"I would like to save Felicitas from this terrible condition, and besides, my mistress has a nice habit of never going out without her wedded husband."

Rumohr spoke slightly jokingly, but firmly. There was no contradiction in his speech.

“Well, if you say 'Felicitas', you bear, then nothing can be done. - Poor, captured bird! "

Frau von Marliß stroked the fellow's curly hair as if it were a child who had been refused a fervent wish.

“Don't let your Othello get too powerful. Biestorp will be furious if I don't bring you. "

Little fellow, astonished and questioning, looked at the talkative woman.

"You're just kidding, aren't you?" It asked. "I'm not going away without Fritz."

Frau von Marliß blushed under the children's eyes.

"Who do we have here?" She asked, trying to cope with the slight embarrassment.

At that moment the servant came with the large floor lamp, and its light sharply illuminated Aunt Laura's energetic face.

"You have an old aunt there," said Aunt Laura dryly. "Another guardian for the dear innocence-worm fellow, that he doesn't let himself be led into stupid things."


Frau von Marliß put her hands to her ears in a funny and frightened way, as if they were going to be torn off her.

"I'm going," she laughed, "but I didn't want to harm the little lamb, and it is fighting itself. Come on, Baron, you haven't even admired my new riding horse. "

"I'll go with you," cried the fellow cheerfully, and clung to her husband's arm.

"Well, I knew that," said Frau von Marliß, bowed slightly to the two older women and swept out again.

The groom was holding a handsome, East Prussian bay horse in front of the flight of stairs.

Little fellow eyed him with expert looks, Frau von Marliß and Fritz stopped on the stairs and amused themselves how interested the young woman was looking at the horse and feeling it, while the groom kept his mouth open in astonishment.

“Good purchase,” called the fellow to both of them, “but some things are bad. The withers should rise better and gradually lose themselves in the back, and look at the ribs, Frau von Marliß, - flat - much too flat, - flat-ribbed horses are not able to endure. "

"Well, it doesn't have to be with me," laughed Frau von Marliß, "Heavens, I'm glad I don't have to sit on horseback for too long."

"The paradise of the earth lies on the back of a horse," cried fellow fiery, and then it helped Frau von Marliß climb up and saw her ride slowly and not very gracefully back to Steinbrücken.

No, for the neighbor, paradise was probably somewhere else.

"Come on, little fellow," said Fritz. “You are such a little patient today with your poor forelegs, you mustn't stay long in the evening air. But did you see the groom's awesome face over your horse's mind? You're a big guy too. "

»The paradise on earth - - -«

“That's right, little fellow. But do you know where it is? In the health of the body and in the heart of the woman. "

Fritz put his arm around fellow. So they walked slowly up the stairs.

The house was shining in front of them, the lights in the castle were lit, all around was peaceful, saturated summer silence, and in the immediate vicinity the dark, silent forest.

» OurFir tree rest, Dude!«

They went into the house.

The next morning the sky laughed bright blue over Rotbach, and Fraulein von Hartwig, who pulled the curtains open with a lively jerk, looked out at the illuminated landscape and said to herself: "A wonderful piece of earth and happiness on it - not to say. God keep it, God keep it! "

It was very quiet in the manor, as Aunt Laura noticed with satisfaction.

So everything is still in the springs, except you, Aunt Laura von Hartwig, who had firmly resolved to deduct some of the owed tribute from the god Morpheus every day and to wander over the fields in the early morning hours, to pay a visit to the stables, to the milk cellars - in short, to revise and the Ohm Rumohr to make a conscientious report.

Aunt Laura put on a foot-free loden skirt, tied a protective hat on, left her room and walked down the stairs across the carpeted hallway - quietly, quietly past the rooms of the Colonel and the young couple, so as not to disturb them.

How delicious was the fresh morning air!

How strong smelled the fir trees that surrounded the White House.

From the horse stable (the horses salonsas Frau von Marliß claimed) loud speaking could be heard, Aunt Laura stepped inside.

First she looked around curiously in the high, bright room.

That was really a "salon".

At the moment there weren't many horses in it, they were probably all at work, but some tragedy seemed to be playing out there with the carriage horses, about whose stance the inviting saying: "Donner und Doria" was to be read.

Aunt Laura heard violent pounding and slamming, inarticulate sounds - - - -

"That the Baron had to be called away today before the dew and the day," said the voice of a farmhand who was piling up fresh litter in the stand of the workhorses.

“The Steinbrückeners also think that our Herr Baron has nothing to do but help strangers. As if something like that couldn't happen to us. Well, we've got the Menkenke. "

"Oh, because of dessert - - the young Baroness understands just as much as the cattle doctor."

"Just as much? More she understands. Since three o'clock she has been sitting, standing and lying with the sick horse, just as long as the Baron has been called to Steinbrücken. He still has no idea about the misfortune here. "

"The doctor has already gone, the Gehlberger's mare has become steamy - and by the time Apteker sends us the medicine, Doria is either dead or our little lady has made her well again with the envelopes."

"What's going on?" Asked Fraulein von Hartwig. The servants reached for their hats.

"Doria got epilepsy that night," one reported. “That rarely happens with the critters, and Doria was a beautiful horse, I chose it myself. N 'a little shy - but the little lady got along with her. And as a thank you, the bitch gets the Pepilepse. "

“Oh what, - the Albin also missed it yesterday, when 'Donner and Doria' rushed so hotly into a stable. That's a reckless dog that goes with the groom, like the - - - «

Aunt Laura did not wait for the comparison, which she suspected was not intended for ladies' ears, but stepped closer to the other stall, and there she saw little fellows - little fellows kneeling in front of a lifeless horse and always stroked his neck again.

"It came so suddenly, Auntie," said fellow sadly and without first asking how Aunt Laura got into the stable so early.

“And Fritz isn't there, he rode to Steinbrücken. - And there is nothing else I can do, says the district veterinarian. The attacks repeat themselves so quickly - poor, beautiful, valuable animal! "

'How did it come about? Aunt Laura asked.

Guy shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, the baroness just say it out loud," a sardonic voice called out from the box of the sick horse. “When the gentlemen work their horses sweaty so that the beasts come home already damaged, then the next day it is the servant's fault, the servant has missed something. It is always like that. "

"Shut up," shouted the red angry fellow and stood right in front of the cursing groom. "You are also to blame. The animals ran away with me yesterday, I was wounded and had to change my clothes, them I told them to show the horses around for a while longer, not to unharness them straight away, and above all not to let them drink, just to give them some hay. You did not obey all of this because you were in a hurry to come for your pleasure. "

"We have a lot of fun too," muttered the servant.

"You didn't take care of the riding horse properly yesterday either, as the gentleman commanded you," the fellow went on warily. "I came into the stable five minutes after the 'Kismet', there it was still bridled, not harnessed, the saddle girth not lifted, the tail not taken from the strap - poor animal, you are ashamed of yourself."

"Because I can go!"

“Yes, you can go immediately, you understand nothing at all

“I don't have to go, that one Mr accepted me, not the madam. "

"Shut up your unwashed mouth," shouted an already graying servant who had been on Rotbach for many years and put his fist under the young groom's nose.

“Frau von Rumohr, there's a cross with the young people. I'm the guardian of the Birschchen and brought him to this good place myself. I've been eating poison and gall all those days when I saw that the lout didn't understand anything and was cheeky on top of that. "

Aunt Laura and the little fellow left the stable and heard a few more endearing words that the bitter guardian used to treat his ward:

"Ä Quatschendolmes you are, a real L ... gliemes, mer would rather be the guardian of a horned monkey."

"Agriculture has its downsides, as I can see," said Aunt Laura, looking pityingly at fellows.

"Oh, Aunt Laura, - I'm really despondent. Fritz thought so much about 'Donner und Doria', it was such a suitable team and he gave a lot of money for it. How do I teach him! There it is already! "

The last call sounded very happy despite all the worry and fear.

"Go Auntie, I want to tell him and hold him up a bit, because then he can't go to the horse straight away, that's well taken care of now, and Friedel is so violent." If he finds the servant - I have to make my Friedel a little happy first. "

Then it ran there and Fraulein von Hartwig watched it go for a moment.

"You golden heart!"

Aunt Laura strode towards the milk cellar and the butter room. This was practical and nicely laid out on the north side of the utility building, light and air had easy access. The chamber was half above and half below the ground - the milk satellites stood on clean racks, which, cooled in running water immediately after milking, now waited contemplatively for the cream to be secreted.

In the butter room, Aunt Laura met a fresh and appetizing-looking Mamsell, who greeted her in a friendly manner.

"It is right that we should be honored to visit the castle," she said. "The Baroness has already been here, she's an early baptist and the hardest-working of them all."

"God knows that," agreed Aunt Laura wholeheartedly. "I already met your lady at a sick horse".

"Oh, I'm sorry, - Frau von Rumohr had here already had trouble, but she takes it twice with the horses, they are her favorites. "

Fraulein von Hartwig strode along the tables and watched the maids handling a butter kneader.

Others had filled cream and buttered.

“It didn't want to be this morning,” Mamsell confessed, “there are always a few fludder heads among the girls who don't take the temperature and don't care about the thermometer. Also " overbutted"Have a few, and there is soft, pale, bland-tasting butter on the master's table, that annoys the little lady, she is so conscientious herself and would like to do everything by herself."

"What a good repute that fellow has with his people," thought Fraulein von Hartwig, and she was already looking forward to the moment when she could describe the nest of the fir trees to old hermit Rumohr.

When Aunt Laura left the milk room, Fritz von Rumohr was just going into the stable. He just greeted them hastily, and so Aunt Laura immediately went to the manor house, where little fellows were waiting for her in the cozy, dark-paneled dining room, where the coffee table was invitingly set.

Guy had a deep crease between his dark brow and looked tearful.

"He didn't scold him, did he, the barbarian?" Asked Aunt Laura, startled and angry. “Oh, you don't know Friedel if you do so what can think, ”replied fellow warmly. “Fritz - and scolded - on me scold! Precisely because - because it is so touchingly good, it pains me twice that I am to blame for the horse's disease. "

"But you are it's not your fault, dude. You can't possibly play your own groom, and yesterday you shouldn't have hesitated a moment longer to wash your wounded hands. "

“Oh - that's not it. - Not at all If I had been allowed to go with 'Donner und Doria', Fritz had refused my request first. We still have 'Lise and Hanne', a couple of very peaceful grandmothers, with whom you should be caught up because Fritz knows your fear of horses. And you see - me - that wasn't dashing enough for me, and so I took 'Donner and Doria'. They had stood in the stable for a long time, were well fed and doubly wild - that's how it happened. "

"Indeed, that was disobedient of you."

“Of course, doll! And did you see Fritz yesterday? He's not scolding a syllable - he just kissed me - 'that you're just healthy' was his first word! "

Fraulein von Hartwig stroked the guy's hair. “He just got you very dear, - you will deserve it. "

The conversation broke off, Colonel Schlieden had come in and greeted those present.

"So early, Muusch?" Asked the fellow, quickly poured the fragrant mocha, coated a roll with the appetizing butter that had a piece of ice in it, and cracked a soft egg.

“To be honest, it was a little livelier in the house today. Has something happened that makes people run like that and talk louder than usual? And didn't a vehicle drive from the court? But not the doctor? "

"Just the vet," reassured fellow, but it could no longer be kept quiet, and Colonel Schlieden showed the matter with full understanding.

“It's like the cavalryman - or the artilleryman. My father always came home with the first question: 'What are the horses doing?' The second was addressed to my mother: 'And how are you to you and the children? ‹« -

The guy sat down very quietly by the window. It didn't have an appetite, and from the window it could overlook the courtyard and stable.

If only Fritz came out at last!

It was so restless in the yard. The people stood around the stables and looked in through the low window, they all abandoned their work.

And then a short, sharp bang tore the air, fellow turned pale - snow-white, and looked with large, fearful eyes at the door. It soon opened, and Fritz von Rumohr walked past the people, who were quickly dispersing, towards his house.

Behind him the gawking crowd gathered again and ran into the horse stable.

The guy had jumped up and ran towards him, he hugged it lovingly, but it backed away from the small, flashing weapon in his hand.

"It had to he said gravely. "The poor animal! It broke its foot when it hit it. "

At first the coffee hour was quite quiet, little fellows tears were still dripping down their pale face, Frau Schlieden and Fraulein von Hartwig looked straight ahead, and Fritz crumbled his bun between his fingers and chewed on his mustache. But all of a sudden he pulled himself together, stroked his face a couple of times and poured his little fellow.

"So, and now it's over," he said quickly. "And now my fellow will drink and eat well, and then we'll take a wonderful walk across the field and meadows and through the forest, and fellow will be after the mushrooms, which are now in abundance."

Guy looked gratefully at Fritz. He's always been like that.

Always trying to see his young woman happy, always good, caring and loving, even when little fellows don't deserve it, like today.

"Forgive!" The fellow asked softly, and a small hand, still bandaged, tentatively reached out to him.

“I forgive you? You are my very brave! What good and sweet things have I heard about you today! You behaved like a hero in the stable, says old Anton. And have you been up since three o'clock? Little guy, little guy, that doesn't work, it's best I put you in bed again. "

“Ohhhhh! Please, please don't! ”Protested fellow. “By the sun! With the delicious weather! If you are only not sad, Friedel, and not angry with me, then everything will be fine, then I will be very fresh and not at all tired. "

As it stood in front of him, with the dark blond curly hair, the rosy face and the shining eyes, the slender body enclosed in a simple, light gray linen dress that was simply quilted with white panels, the large shepherd's hat with the flowing white feather on top Head and under his rosy chin tied together with a full, white bow - one couldn't blame Fritz for looking over and over at his happiness, completely oblivious to himself.

"Mien lewe Kinners," said Aunt Laura, "when Ji Bet wriggles so much tomorrow, it starts to rain on the Enn."

So they walked forward happily together, greeted warmly by the workers and peasants everywhere.

Blond and black-headed, smooth-combed girls and straw-headed boys wandered to school, tore their caps off their heads, or made do with a long drawn out loud: "'n Daaag!"

They gripped all over their faces, remembering the crispy cake biscuits which the "little lady" loved to distribute.

Little fellow also had a friendly word at hand for everyone, and some of the children chatted very confidently with him, while they only curtsied to "the gentleman" in a very respectful manner.

The wheat was good.

It had excellent clay soil, was sown in pure fallow land, and the heavy winter snow had not harmed it, since it had been harrowed in good time during the dry weather. Then came the rye.

"Nice rye!" Praised Aunt Laura. “Dat's mien Fall, ik bün in northern German, ik bün for 'grain'. "

"This is a compatriot of yours too, aunt," objected the landlord. "Propsteier rye."

“Giwwt then more than a Place?"

“No,” cried the fellow, “but many varieties. There is Probsteier, Lampiner, Lorrens rye, Zeeland country, Schlanstedter, Pirnaer, Spanish double rye, Hessian perennial rye, Bestehorn's giant rye, Pettkuser, Bohemian mountain perennial rye, colossal hybrid rye and champagne perennial rye. "

“Deern, that's last serve Case? "Who you bust mi veel to klook, klooke Kinner starwen tidig."

Little fellow laughed happily, and so did Fritz.

"I didn't know I was going to marry such a little administrator," he teased.

One had to go further as far as barley and oats.

"It mustn't be grown too close to buildings, trees and hedges because it suffers a lot from bird damage," said fellow, and made such a lovely, serious face that Aunt Laura nodded seriously and understandingly, while Fritz himself hastily turned around and sniffed his nose awkwardly.

"And where do you hold the book wide?" Asked Aunt Laura and let her gaze wander far and wide, also using her long-handled lorgnette to help.

"We don't have that here," said Fritz von Rumohr, "and I have to say, I don't love this triangular fruit very much either."

» You don't have any book widths?«

Aunt Laura planted herself warlike in front of the lord of the manor.

»Kinner un Lüd! Un Ji eet woll ok keen Bookweitgrütt un keen Bookweitenklümp? Un soat sik nu mien calls it 'nephew'. Well, ik thanks, I am ik jo thoroughly ansmert wor'n with em. "

Fritz von Rumohr took the old lady around and swung her around comfortably.

“Auntie Hartwig, I see my sins and next year I'll be sowing buckwheat. I've got a bit of it lying fallow, it's sandy soil - you should have your buckwheat and not be ashamed of your relatives. "

Laughing, they walked on - it was a beautiful, magnificent property, and a practical, clever, open mind was in charge of it, Aunt Laura saw that at every turn.

"I don't have very good news from Rumohr," said Fritz seriously, - "the tenant asks for a deferral of his obligation to pay. It doesn't have to be the right economy, people change noses too, that's not good in such a big business. "

“Just see to it that you can cancel the Waldner's lease. Your oh-so-rum-ear looks into the guy like a golden goblet, and I just can't trust him. "

Aunt Laura waved the parasol in the air excitedly.

“I got to know him, him and his Olsch, they came to Mölln and climbed into the forest nest and walked the forest bear with honey around the mouth. I can't stand such a pack. And you had a flag on her body, as if she were not a tenant's wife but an owner, and as if she were bringing a sack of gold up to the master, in reality they asked for an advance. "

"Is that the way it is?" Muttered Fritz.

"Yes, of course, that's how it stands." Aunt Laura was getting more and more angry. »Mismanagement from A to Z. Starvation wages for the hardworking workers, bad food for the people, for the manorial kitchen 'lobster, salmon and fresh bear ham'. - The Waldners don't even let work in Kiel, no, it must all be from the first Hamburg stores. But old Rumohr calls all these incontestable facts 'Altweibergewasch'. "

Fritz shook Fraulein von Hartwig's hand.

The guy ran ahead and picked wild flowers.

"Thank you very much, dear Aunt Laura."

The lord's voice sounded serious. “Believe me, I didn't take over the two goods with Juchhei and Trara. Certainly, it's a completely different position than I would have had for the time being as a young Reich official, but times are miserable for the farmer, Uncle Rumohr's money is in copper and gold mines, and his daughter and son-in-law also need a good chunk of money their farm. "

Aunt Laura nodded understandingly.

"Around me It's not, Aunt Laura, "continued Fritz von Rumohr," not by God, I'm a farmer with body and soul, and living on the site where my ancestors lived and looked after has something unspeakably happy for me. But that it is so stays as it is, so I ask our Lord God every day - - because now I have the guy with me, my Fellow, my treasure - "

He faltered from inward movement.

"The one that our Lord is delighted with," Aunt Laura said quickly, "and that's why he up there will always leave it as it is."

"Well, little fellow, my sunshine, what kind of little flowers are you picking?" Asked Fritz with a lightened face and bent down to his mistress, who was kneeling at the edge of the meadow.

"It's just wild flowers, dear poet," quoted fellow, and held out a thick bouquet of poppies, bespoke lovelies and delicate forget-me-nots. Then it jumped up lightly. “Now after the pasture, okay? Please please! We have to show Aunt Laura our youngest children, a lovely foal and a clumsy little calf - - oh Aunt Laura! "

Guy was well ahead again. Everything about him was life and movement, strength and the lust for youth.

"I like this kind of agriculture best," said Aunt Laura, pointing to the blooming bouquet in Rumohr's hand. “There's still poetry in there. But the prose in milk, butter and cheese also seems friendly to me. In the cattle breeding, on the other hand, I found a hair today, you probably shot a disgusting chunk of money out of your wallet with the revolver - what, Rumohr? "

Fritz nodded seriously. "You have to reckon with that - but it's not pleasant."

"Listen here, Rumohr, - I know that in some things you are just as thick-headed as your dear uncle - please don't open up, - it is so. But now I cannot forget the hours of the morning when my dearest human kneeled next to the sick horse, so unafraid, full of deep compassion, only inspired by the thought of wanting to help. And yet none of it was of any use to him. - Rumohr, I really wanted to kidnap your fellow from you, wanted to travel a bit with him again - well, don't be alarmed, I immediately saw that the two of you cannot be separated, that you can get your life force from each other, but I had I just thought up the trip, and such an old maid is the real rider of principles. There, Rumohr, the brown rag has been squeezing me since this morning. I beg you to get rid of this thing and put another pretty horse in 'Dorias' place so that guy's eyes don't have to look sad when they play 'foster mother in the stable'. But that the critters will get other names for me afterwards! ›Donner and Doria‹! A blessing cannot possibly rest on such a curse afterwards. "

“Aunt Laura, you are an angel! And the new horses should be called Laura and - - "

“Petrarch! Yup! Rumohr, you are desperate. But your acceptance makes me extremely happy. And now keep your mouth shut, soon wake up a pretty little animal and then we'll give it to the guy. - My God, Rumohr, what's going on in the pasture? "Interrupted Aunt Laura, startled," you just see the fellow and the cow. "

The landlord had already blown away like the wind and Aunt Laura skilfully gathered up her many skirts and stumbled after him across uneven meadows and farmland.

The shepherd came running from the other side of the pasture and had been standing next to the young landlady for a while before Fritz and Aunt Laura arrived.

Aunt Laura screamed loudly now.

The fellow had snatched the whip from the shepherd at lightning speed and brought the round handle of the raging cow down the throat, down to the stomach.

"Bravo, fellow, bravo," cried Fritz, and gently but energetically released his arm from Aunt Laura's clasping hands.

"For the time being the animal is saved, you saved it, brave one, where did you get the presence of mind and the courage? "

Little fellow snuggled up against Fritz. "It was my fault this morning - you know - - oh and now I'm so happy - now I've made up for it a little, right?"

Aunt Laura sat at the edge of the meadow, almost crying.

“There's nothing to cry about,” the shepherd reassured her, “the creature has gotten addicted to the drum, it happens when one overeats, - but our madam - that's one, - I've always fought it, that's a bitch the clarinet '. "

"Little fellow," said Aunt Laura, very checkmate, while Fritz von Rumohr and the shepherd were busy with the exhausted animal, - "I'm going home and go to bed. I would not have imagined the visit of your property to be so attacking in my dream. Son of man, how could you whip the poor beast inside with the handle of a whip. "